The village is not big, only a path runs through the whole village, and low houses are everywhere on both sides of the road. Several people were walking in the middle of the road. No matter the cultivators in front of or behind them, they only looked at the sign of the blood refining hall, and hurried to one side with fear.


    "Ah... It''s the blood refining hall!"


    "They''re right!"


    "Are they here too? Hey, now the treasure is gone!"


    They all hid aside one after another. People who didn''t know each other gathered in groups, whispered, and occasionally glanced at the eyes of Zhang Han and others, with a slightly frightening color.


    In recent years, the evil cult has risen and the right way has declined. Among them, the blood refining hall is the most domineering and ruthless. It often kills the sect and has fierce power. Its momentum has almost surpassed the other three sects. Therefore, no matter the disciples of the great sect or the scattered practitioners dare not provoke them.


    Several people ignored this and walked into the village. Zhang Han''s eyes suddenly coagulated and fell on a small stall beside the road.


    At the moment, behind the stall stood an old man and a young man, holding a bamboo pole in his hand and hanging a white cloth for the immortal to show the way. It was Monday fairy and Xiaohuan.


    In front of the booth stood a man and a woman. The man looked handsome, but his face was slightly pale and his temperament was feminine. The woman''s appearance is extremely beautiful. She is even more charming in water-green clothes. She is the Baguio she saw in dripping blood hole that day.


    There seems to be some estrangement between them. They are facing each other coldly. Dozens of people are lurking around them. They are all on alert, and the atmosphere is dull and almost stagnant.


    As if she sensed Zhang Han''s gaze, Baguio''s eyes flashed over Qin Wuyan''s figure and looked back. Suddenly, she turned white and had a bad spirit. She immediately left behind the confrontation with Qin Wuyan. She burst into a rage and rushed at him.


    "Damn thief, return my sad flower!"


    Seeing that Baguio didn''t say anything, he rushed to himself. Zhang Han suddenly looked confused and forced. At the time of the Zhengmo war that day, his consciousness was still sleeping. He didn''t know that Bai casually destroyed Baguio''s sad flower.


    Baguio''s actions not only baffled Zhang Han, but also confused Qin Wuyan, who confronted her. He turned around and looked at Zhang Han with curious eyes. His body was stiff, and his pale face seemed to be white again.


    Next to him, Nian narrowed his eyes and was ready to stop Baguio. Instead, he thought of Zhang Han''s terrorist strength and restrained himself.


    Bang!


    Zhang Han didn''t seem to have recovered from his ignorant state. He was slapped on his chest by Baguio between lightning and flint. However, he has spirit pressure to protect his body, and Zhenyuan is thick and broad. With the strength of the other party, he can''t break his own defense at all.


    "Ah? Why don''t you hide?"


    Baguio''s small mouth was slightly open and stunned. Her right hand was fixed on Zhang Han''s chest. There were bursts of doubts in her beautiful eyes, and even her palms were forgotten behind her head.


    Zhang Han shrugged and joked, "why should I hide when a beauty threw herself into her arms?"


    Baguio exclaimed again and retreated a few steps. On her jade like skin, she felt a blush, and her full crisp chest rose and fell, which was very attractive.


    "You bastard, not only ruined my sad flower, but also dared to flirt. I... I will never spare you!" Baguio scolded again and waved her hand to attack.


    Zhang Han still didn''t hide or flash, and forced her to slap him several times. As before, no matter how she urged Zhenyuan, she could not break his spiritual pressure protection.


    "Good palm power. It seems that you have made great progress in recent years! In other words, what were you doing just now? Did that boy annoy you?"


    Hearing the speech, Baguio couldn''t help but stop slapping. The jade hand pinched the soft meat around Zhang Han''s waist and twisted it hard. Only then did she breathe a sigh. Shi Shi ran said, "it''s not because someone is arrogant and domineering and bullies the old people and children. I''m not seeing injustice!"


    Zhang Han only felt a pain in his waist and couldn''t help taking a breath. He was secretly surprised that the spirit pressure could prevent the palm power of the other party. Why can''t Mao prevent this move? Is it because the external oblique and anterior saw muscles are not well trained?


    "Hum! You must be the leader behind the scenes of the blood refining hall. I heard that you destroyed the incense burning valley with a single sword three years ago. I''m afraid three people become tigers and spread false information. If you have such divine power, how can you be fooled by women?"


    Although Zhang Han is famous in China, Qin Wuyan, as a closed disciple of the poison God, has a high talent since childhood. Of course, he is arrogant. Seeing that the other party is about the same age as himself, he broke into such a big name. He was angry and couldn''t help but say a word of anger.


    The voice came into Zhang Han''s ear, and a thought-provoking smile curled up at the corners of his mouth. He thought to himself that he only wanted to come here to make a circle of soy sauce, but now someone jumped out to die. Why didn''t he just kill him to prove that he had come?


    Zhang Han''s figure flashed away, leaving a residual shadow in the air.


    Between the lightning and flint, Qin Wuyan suddenly found that the other party had appeared in front of him. The eyebrows were pointed by his index finger, and the cold touch was cold into his heart.


    Qin Wuyan didn''t realize Zhang Han''s terrible strength until his life was in his hands. Master''s advice flashed in his mind. If you encounter Zhang Han, try your best to escape. Don''t love war!


    The wind blew and messed up the hair ends. There was a dead silence on the path in the village. Whether Qin Wuyan in the field or the disciples of various schools around him, they held their breath and remained silent.


    At the moment when Zhang Han suddenly appeared in front of Qin Wuyan, the atmosphere in the field was almost stagnant, making it difficult to breathe and trembling both liver and gallbladder.


    Three years ago, Zhang Han destroyed incense valley with a single sword, defeated Valley leader Yun Yilan, and shocked the whole mainland of China. Although it was sensational, few people saw that scene after all, and most of the disciples of incense Valley who had seen it were secretive and unwilling to say more.


    Therefore, only by imagination, people can''t guess how high his cultivation is.


    Now I have witnessed the ghost speed like a blink, and even Qin Wuyan, the closed disciple of the poison God, can''t react. Only then can I really feel the horror and fear.


    Zhang Han looked indifferent and smiled, "is your left hand hidden in your sleeve ready to poison?"


    The faint words came into Qin Wuyan''s ears. In addition, he was cold and stiff all over. He had already set off a terrible wave in his heart.


    I asked myself, how did he know that he ranked at least the top five in the door with poison technique? He couldn''t even compare with some elders?


    The pale complexion flashed a touch of blue and purple. The cold sweat of Dou Da seeped out from Qin Wuyan''s forehead, crossed his cheek, and fell, full of despair!


    "Didn''t your master tell you who should be offended and who shouldn''t?"


    Before Qin Wuyan answered, Zhang Han sighed, "your qualification is very good, but it''s a pity! Bai Lei, the fourth of the broken ways!"


    For a moment, the tip of Zhang Han''s right index finger burst out a bright white awn. Even in the blue and white sun, it was still very dazzling. The white light stabbed everyone''s eyes with pain and bitterness.


    The white light flashed and disappeared. A disciple of the ten thousand poison sect standing behind Qin Wuyan also had no reaction, and his body was pierced directly. Even a big tree at the end of the road was shot out of a fist sized hole by white light.


    When the white light dispersed quietly, the people looked intently and saw Qin Wuyan standing in place, his eyes were listless, and a hole thick and thin of his thumb was broken in the middle of his eyebrow.


    He was killed by Zhang Han!