Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 1187: Teaching Sword Technique

Taishi Pang thought for a while and said: "The old man listens to the holy son."

After speaking, he glanced at Gong Chaoyang angrily and snorted heavily.

Sage Son of Promise turned to look at Gong Chaoyang, and said: "How about bringing Han Yu back to the Hall of Promise and handing it over to the Lord?"

Gong Chaoyang said: "No."

Wu Ji Shengzi frowned, he couldn't force Gong Chaoyang, even if forced, Gong Chaoyang would not listen to him.

Taishi Pang scolded: "You are afraid, because you are unreasonable. Are you afraid that you can't keep him?"

Gong Chaoyang said: "I will go back and give you a satisfactory answer for today's matter."

The Promise Saint Child looked at Pang Taishi.

Taishi Pang hummed: "Then I will see how can you give me a satisfactory answer."

He glanced at Han Yu coldly, and when he moved his body, he flew out of the tomb and quickly disappeared into the sky.

Gong Chaoyang flew up to Han Yu, helped Han Yu soar into the sky, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

The Promise Shengzi stood still, frowning. If this matter is not handled well, the Promise Hall is likely to have civil strife as a result, and the mood is heavy for a while.

"Why on earth is he not hesitating to bear the crime of betraying his fellow students, but also to keep Han Yu?" The Promise Saint Child looked at the sky and was dazed.

The Promise Saint Child is worthy of the future successor of the Promise Hall. At this time, he has completely suppressed the personal grievances with Han Yu, and began to think about the future of the Promise Hall.

The onlookers were quite sorry that they didn't see what they wanted to see. At the request of the older masters, everyone left the tomb of the saint one after another.

The matter of the tomb of the saint came to an end.

No one knows what those elder masters got when they entered the depths of the saint's tomb, and whose hand the legendary holy medicine fell into.

The matter of the tomb of the saint came to an end, but the speculation of who the treasure fell into the hands of.

Some guessed it was the Zhao family, some guessed it was the Promise Hall, and some guessed it was the Immeasurable Holy Land; anyway, the ancient forces who entered had guessed again. No one has enough evidence to persuade others, all relying on their own guesswork.

Han Yu won ancient books from the four top figures of the younger generation, and fought thousands of miles of undefeated battles with Phoenix, Yu Qianshuang, and Wuji Shengzi. It was like a violent wind sweeping through Xiling and became the object of worship by countless young people.

People who were not from the ancient forces regarded Han Yu as a genius who challenged the majesty of the ancient forces on behalf of them.

Suddenly, Han Yu's reputation became very popular.

The perverted duo who had disappeared for a long time was brought out by people and talked about it with relish.

The younger generation of ancient forces has become more active. The veil of the ancient forces gradually lifted, and they gradually merged into this world.

It should be the older generation of the ancient forces who came out to discipline, and the young disciples of the ancient forces had less and less exploiting the other forces, so that the people of the world had a better impression of the ancient forces.

Some ancient forces also took the initiative to recruit some first-class schools to join, willing to pass on the invincible law to the vassal schools. It caused a lot of fluctuations, and some schools announced their sincere submission to the relevant ancient forces, and a training frenzy kicked off.

Somewhere in the mountains and forests of Xiling, Han Yu, Sun Dahou, and Gong Chaoyang sat cross-legged face to face. They are still not sure about the external disturbances. In the past few days, Han Yu has been healing his injuries, and now his injuries have healed.

"Chaoyang, have you entered the deepest part of the tomb of the saint?" Han Yu asked. It is rumored that there may be holy medicine in the tomb of the saint, but Han Yu has always been thinking about it.

Tianlao was injured by the Dao, and only holy medicine grade medicinal materials can be completely cured.

Gong Chaoyang said: "Go in, but it's an empty tomb."

Sun Dahou looked at Han Yu and Gong Chaoyang strangely. He already knew about the relationship between Han Yu and Gong Chaoyang, and he hadn't adapted to it for many days.

Han Yu frowned and sighed: "How could this be?"

Gong Chaoyang said: "The saint is sacred and inviolable. The owner of this tomb had long expected that someone would find his tomb, so he chose to die by turning to the path. As for the holy medicine, it may not exist at all. It's just everyone's guess."

Han Yu nodded without thinking. Regardless of whether there is a holy medicine or not, it is not important to him now.

Gong Chaoyang looked at Han Yu with some hope. Before leaving, Han Yu had promised him that he would come back and teach him Ji Dao swordsmanship. I couldn't wait to ask: "Master, you have healed from your injury now, can you pass on that set of extreme swordsmanship to me?"

Seeing Gong Chaoyang yelling at Master so slippery, Sun Dahou couldn't help but secretly give a thumbs up to Han Yu.

"I can pass it to you, but before I have one more thing to ask you." Han Yu still agrees with Gong Chaoyang's character. Passing the Shutian Zhijian to him, he will not betray Han Yu, and should respect Han Yu even more.

"Master, please say." Gong Chaoyang was excited, and hurriedly sat up straight, quite a bit of a posture to listen to the teachings.

"I asked you to investigate, how did the investigation go?" Han Yu asked.

"Uh..." Gong Chaoyang was taken aback, his expression a little embarrassed, and said: "Master, the disciple **** it. Not long after Master left, the tomb of the saint appeared. I actually killed that thing."

Han Yu was a little speechless.

Gong Chaoyang hurriedly said, "I will go to Zhao's house now."

He stood up after speaking.

Han Yu motioned to him to stay calm, and said: "Let's talk about this later, I will pass on the sword to you first."

Gong Chaoyang trembled, looking at Han Yu in an incredible way. He thought that Han Yu would use this excuse to drag him, but he didn't expect to be so free and easy.

He clasped his fists hurriedly, bowed to Han Yu in gratitude, and said, "Yes."

Gong Chaoyang waited too long for this day.

Han Yu arranged a huge trapped formation and enveloped the entire hillside before he was ready to teach swordsmanship. Sun Dahou also listened.

Gong Chaoyang fought straight, with his hands in his dantian position, he was already drenched in cold sweat. It seems that when I was young, when I first listened to the preaching of a high school student, I was excited and worried that I would not understand it.

Seeing Gong Chaoyang like that, Han Yu nodded in satisfaction.

Although Gong Chaoyang is already very old, he has always maintained a pure heart for swordsmanship.

Han Yu said: "My sword technique is called Jitian Zhijian. I learned it from an ancient ruin. There is no formula or move. It is completely obtained by comprehending the remnants of the sword technique. I only master it now. About ten percent."

When Han Yu was speaking, he had been carefully observing Gong Chaoyang. When he heard that Han Yu only had 10% control, disappointment flashed in his eyes, but soon became hot again.

Extreme swordsmanship, even if you master 10%, it's amazing.

Han Yu said: "Next, I will tell you the cultivation method I have learned. You should do what I said and understand it by yourself. How much you can understand and how much you will achieve in the future depends on your own. ."