The old man in green was suddenly and violently startled.
He was clearly staring at Han Qianqian, but that guy suddenly disappeared from the spot.
At the moment when he was lost in thought, he felt a cold breeze hit him, and when he raised his eyes, a black shadow had already killed him.
The old man in green could only respond hastily, and his feet kept retreating.
However, in the end, he was a person from the Upper Realm of Evil Punishment. Although he was in a bit of a mess, a skeleton magic battle was offered in his hand, and a green light immediately blocked Han Qianqian directly, and taking advantage of this gap, the old man in green clothes was able to stabilise himself.
But just as the old man in green was about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly, another dazzling scene occurred.
A black shadow flashed once again, and then.
"Slap!"
"This slap is for your mother, to teach you to respect women."
"Slap."
"This slap is for your father, to teach you not to aid the enemy."
"Slap."
"This slap is for your son, to teach you not to do bad things and cut off your children."
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The old man in green, who had seemed to be holding steady, was slapped by a dark figure after another slap as everyone watched, several slaps in a row that left the scene silent and a pin drop.
All the people were dumbfounded.
The old man in green was an expert of the upper rank of the Evil Punisher, but at this moment he was being slapped like a grandson.
Even when the slapping stopped, he still swung his head a few times by inertia.
As soon as he froze, the old man in green clothes only felt a hot pain on both sides of his face, and his face, which was originally close to his bones, was now much swollen.
Ning Yue and a group of disciples from Baguio Palace all looked dumbfounded.
Where would they have thought that this masked man on the roof, who had just been cursed by himself, would block the attack of the green-clothed old man in a matter of moments while ...... slapping him so wildly.
"Hey, I can't find a reason to slap you." Han Qianqian slightly raised his hand, looked at it, and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.
"How dare you ...... you ...... slap the old man?" The green clothed old man was so angry that his body shook slightly, Han Qianqian hit him in this way, that was really worse than killing him.
"Old man, so what if I slap you?" Han Qianqian smiled faintly, then, shouted loudly towards the bottom of the mountain, "Fu Mang, keep watch for me, none of these people will come down the mountain alive today."
Crazy!
How crazy!
So wild that it was outrageous!
Two men, taking on 70,000 troops? And they tried to make sure that no one survived?
Such words would really make people laugh, but at this moment, no one dared to laugh.
The fact that an expert of the upper rank of the Evil Punisher was slapped by him like he was beating his son showed that this person in front of him was not low in cultivation as well.
However, even if he wasn't low, an ant could still bite an elephant to death.
There were 70,000 people on the other side, and there were many more experts!
Master Fu shouted angrily, "Damn it, kill this farting son of a bitch. If anyone kills him, all the female disciples of Baguio Palace will be his, and at the same time, he will be rewarded with a million purple crystals!"
With a shout of anger, the crowd stirred, for there would be brave men under heavy rewards.
What's more, Han Qianqian's wild words just now had clearly angered them all.
"I, Yan Nan Shuang Dao Ma Hai, will cut you to pieces today!"
"And I, the Living Gun King, Lu Jun!"
"Tianshan Iron Whip Liu Ye Xin."
One by one, the masters flew out from the crowd and charged straight at Han Qianqian.
In just the blink of an eye, there were already seventy to eighty of them.
Seeing these people flying out, Ning Yue's face turned pale. Most of these people were famous in the area of Qinglong City, and the worst of them had the Misty Realm cultivation.
With a grip on her long sword, Ning Yue shouted, "All the disciples follow me to help."
But just as the disciples were about to rush up with Ning Yue.
Suddenly, Han Qianqian's body flashed with golden light, and then an invisible wave emanated from his body and spread out like water ripples.
"A bunch of ants, get lost!"
With a furious shout!
Boom!!!
Whether it was the several experts of Zenith Mountain who were charging forward, or the disciples of Baguio Palace who were trying to support Han Qianqian at the back, the entire group only saw the wave of Qi suddenly hit them.
Immediately afterwards, their bodies were violently and directly lifted over.
BANG!!!
With Han Qianqian as the centre, within a twenty metre radius, everyone was directly knocked over by the huge wave and fell to the ground.
"Palace Master, this guy is too arrogant, we are there to help him, but does he not distinguish between his enemies and me?" A female disciple complained as she was knocked to the ground by the giant wave and ate the pain.
"Yeah, what kind of weird moves is this guy using, haven't even seen this kind of kung fu before."
Neng Yue's pupils opened slightly, and after half a day, shook his head, "No, that's not some kind of move or gongfu, it's ......"
"Rather, it was his internal power!"
"What?"
"Palace Master, how is this possible? You don't even use moves and gong methods, you can just rely on your internal force to shake people in the air? It's not like we're ordinary people, at least we're ......"
Yes, they were at least all monks, even if they were bad, they wouldn't be beaten down so easily, right?
What's more, the disciples of Baguio Palace who are still alive today, if their cultivation was too poor, how would they have survived?!
"No." Ning Yue shook her head, "When one's internal strength is strong enough and one's energy is large enough, it is theoretically possible to do this, it's like a breeze that can't blow a big tree, but if it's a stronger wind, it's just a breeze to break the tree."