"Haha!" A long laugh came from the woods, followed by a rustling of branches and leaves, and "Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!" Three men in black suits shot out like lightning.
The man in the middle was about forty years old, with frowning eyebrows, sad eyes, and a downturned mouth, looking like he was crying. The two people on his left and right were both in their thirties, with numb and indifferent expressions, but their eyes were bright and sharp. In the dark night, they were like two small light bulbs embedded in their faces. The middle-aged man in his forties originally had a sad face, but he liked to laugh, and his facial features were twisted together, making people feel indescribably uncomfortable. He looked Han Xiaohan up and down, left and right, and finally, he smiled and sighed, shook his head and asked with a smile: "My friend, you have a great eye! Forgive my poor eyesight and ask a presumptuous question, are you a man or a woman?"
Han Xiaohan leaned sideways, one foot in front and one foot behind, stepping on the nail step, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, as if he didn't hear the middle-aged man's question. It turned out that when the five robbers got on the car, he felt a murderous aura coming from the forest beside the car. It was completely an intuition, and even he himself was not sure until he rushed out of the car. The feeling became stronger and stronger. He tentatively shouted for a lifetime, but he didn't expect that there was really a master hidden in the forest.
The two cold-hearted men beside the middle-aged man looked cold, bent their arms to their waists, and were about to step forward, but were stopped by the middle-aged man. The smile on his face did not diminish at all, and he continued: "Of course, my friend, you have the right not to say it, but there is one thing you must answer me." Han Xiaohan put his hands behind his back, still looking up, the night sky was cloudless, and the stars and the moon were hanging high. He felt that the vast sky dotted with thousands of stars was much more beautiful than the old face of the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's status was not low, and people usually had no time to curry favor with him, so who dared to be so rude to him? If Han Xiaohan was not too charming and had some profound taciturnity, he would have torn him to pieces. Suppressing his anger, he asked coldly word by word: "Do you have the Qilin Eight Edicts that came from Mongolia to China?"
As expected! Han Xiaohan sneered in his heart, slowly retracted his gaze, and looked at the other three with a pair of phoenix eyes full of spiritual energy. He said indifferently: "You can say he is here, or you can say he is not here." "What do you mean?" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he clenched his fists excitedly. Han Xiaohan said slowly: "Because, if you want the Eight Edicts, you must defeat me first, or step over my body." After saying this, not only the middle-aged man's face sank, but the two young men also frowned. One of them looked at the crying middle-aged man and said in a gloomy voice: "Brother Li, since he has said so, I will step over his body." The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, and said with a smile: "It's a pity to kill him."
"Then I'll capture him alive!" As soon as the words came out, the man also moved at the same time. As soon as the last word was finished, he was close to Han Xiaohan. There were no extra tricks, just straight forward, raising his arm and punching. Although the move was simple, the momentum was amazing, the force was swift, the iron fist was hanging in the wind, the wind arrived before the fist, piercing the skin and making it burn.
This was the first time that Han Xiaohan had fought a real master since he was a child. He did not dare to be careless at all. He used the nail step and slid his feet to use Han Changchun's Tianji step. The young man saw that his fist was about to touch the opponent's body. When he was considering how much strength to use, he felt a flash in front of his eyes and the opponent disappeared alive. He was very skilled and experienced in fighting. He had fought many big and small battles. He was just slightly stunned and immediately realized that the opponent's footwork was mysterious. Without even looking, he reflexively swung his thigh and turned around to kick back. He was right. Han Xiaohan turned around and was right behind him, but before he could stand firm, the young man's foot also arrived. He did not expect the opponent to react so quickly, which was beyond Han Xiaohan's expectations. In desperation, he had to give up the great opportunity of the opponent's back to him, and stepped back a few steps, barely avoiding the powerful kick. The young man was also startled and broke out in a cold sweat when he heard the footsteps of retreating behind him. You know, there is an enemy behind you, and the door is wide open, which is a taboo for martial artists. If it weren't for Han Xiaohan's lack of experience and missed the opportunity, he would have been seriously injured if not killed. It sounds slow, but it is actually very fast. The two of them separated as soon as they touched, and then opened up a distance. However, only the two people in the situation knew the thrill. The two of them were three steps away, staring at each other, and re-evaluating each other's strength in their hearts.