On the mountain path, the green mountain stands steeply in front of it. The boy in black robe looked at the map in his hand, which marked the three words "Ghost Gate" and was still moving forward. It was still dozens of miles away. The bandits often appeared in Qingyang County. Seeing the dry blood on the roadside, Han Feng walked cautiously.

There were two giant mountains more than hundreds of feet high in the distance. The mountains on both sides were vertical, and the mountain road in the middle was like a line, extending for several miles, as if they were split by a giant sword. Han Feng listened to the faint sound of fighting in the distance, and walked forward more cautiously, but still did not leave.

Two teams of bandits held bright, wide and long sabers to shout, and doubled several carriages from both ends of narrow roads.

"Put down the carriage and you can get out." The one-eyed scar-faced bandit faced the caravan with a face full of flesh and blood, officially announced.

"Your Excellency is too much. These supplies can be settled. How can you put down the harvest of a year of hard work?" said a black-haired old man in his fifties.

"What a bullshit year or not, I'm just asking the old guy if he wants to survive." After the one-eyed scar-faced bandit said, hundreds of bandits were holding sabers and preparing to fight.

This is a notorious and murderous bandit in Qingyang County. He committed crimes in Qingyang County all year round. Qingyang County sent people to suppress bandits many times, but it was not completely impossible to eliminate them. A few times were wiped out. A few years later, hundreds of bandits were burned, and the weeds could not be burned, and the spring breeze blew, and they could not be eliminated.

"I will give you another chance. I will put on my own life and handcuff it to me." As he said that, more than a dozen bandits threw heavy handcuffs at dozens of people.

Dozens of people looked at the handcuffs in front of them, and no one moved forward. The old man looked dead as if he was home, and he said with great ambition: "We have entered An's family and have long put life and death aside. Today we can only fight to the death and kill!"

The old man took the lead in rushing towards the one-eyed bandit, at the fourth level of the Heavenly Man Realm.

The one-eyed bandit in the third level of the Heavenly Man, without any force, retreated back, the old man faced each other alone, with seven or eight people in front of him.

Three teams of men fought fiercely.

A little mysterious young man in a black robe, Han Feng rushed back and saw the seven or eight bandits blocking the mountain road entrance.

The sharp-eyed bandit had noticed it long ago, and Han Feng had the ring on his hand. "A little lamb came to my brother's side. It seems that he is still a rich child. Today, he has great luck."

Han Feng practiced the Han family Qi Practice, and his mysterious skills became stronger and stronger every time he advanced. When Han Linyun was exploring Han Feng that day, he had to approach Han Feng to know his physical condition and could not let his spirit go out.

With his spiritual power, Han Feng can know the slight breeze within a radius of more than ten feet.

When I learned that these people were the highest level, they were not afraid of the first level of heaven and man. Do more things for the righteous and righteousness without any mistakes.

Three zhang distance, several people looked at Han Feng Wuyu, and the spiritual energy was released from the outside, and no one dared to rush over first.

Seeing this situation, Han Feng was just waiting to die. He rushed into the crowd with a black shadow and punched the bandits at the first level of the Heavenly Man Realm.

The bandit hurriedly dodged, but the speed was still half a beat, and he was punched through the chest and killed on the spot.

The other few people saw that the captain died on the spot and knew that he was not his opponent, so they ran to the gates of hell.

How could Han Feng let it go? One punch and one life passed away, one person was killed by ten steps, and seven or eight people were in less than a few breaths. The fate of the sky was destined to be true.

Han Feng rushed into the pass, looking at the dozen people who were struggling to hold on, his figure became more and more rapid.

The black robe in the valley was like the King of Hell, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the bandits. Such a scene had already made the bandits feel scared and frightened, and they were desperate to fight. They would die if they went up. Dozens of people rushed to the other end of the Ghost Gate, but the battle was crowded in front of the narrow mountain road and they could not escape.

But continue to squeeze forward.

"Big Master, a martial artist rushed over from behind the boss. Run, run, run away, run away." A thin bandit with a slim and stingy eyes rushed in quickly and shouted loudly.

The one-eyed bandit temporarily evacuated the battlefield, raised the bandit who had just called out, and shouted: "Rat, what's going on?"

The bandit with a stingy look on his face stammered: "The martial artist, the martial artist, the brothers behind the martial artist are all dead."

The one-eyed bandit threw the rat into the ground. Looking back, he was wearing a black shadow, punched and died, and fisted through his body. He was really the god of death. The bandit was scared by the god of death Han Feng and shouted loudly: "Brothers, kill them back." As soon as he finished shouting, the one-eyed bandit left his brothers and fled forward first.

After struggling to support, the old man in An's family was covered in blood and didn't know what happened. Seeing that the one-eyed bandit was about to escape, he ignored several sabers and intercepted the poisonous bandits.

The bandit who was stunned when he heard the words just now saw the boss running away. He knew that the situation was not good, so he coaxed him to evacuate.

Han Feng counted thirty-five, thirty-six, and thirty-seven, and had killed thirty-seven bandits. One-third of the vitality in his body was still there, but the spiritual energy was not used at all.

The black robe was soaked with blood. Every time Han Feng crossed his body, he would leave a rain of blood. A black shadow flashed, and a corpse would be left on the ground. Every time he punched, it would be a few minutes faster than the last time.

Han Feng watched the old man stop him, and the one-eyed bandit rushed up and fought with Han Feng. The bandit had no intention of fighting and just wanted to escape.

The one-eyed bandit had a fist pierced from his chest, sobbing and falling to the ground, staring at his big eyes, unwilling to give up.

"Dare you dare to ask the young hero, but you are here to attract the An family?" the old man asked politely.

Han Feng did not answer and continued to move forward, chasing the fugitive bandits.

When the old man saw Han Feng rushing forward, he shouted to the remaining ten heavenly realms, the An family members: "Avenge your brothers and rush."

More than a dozen men with injuries were shouting loudly, killing, killing, killing, and killing, killing, killing, killing, and killing, killing red eyes.

At the end of the Gate of Hell, the number of eighty-three stopped. Han Feng stopped, his eyes were clear, and he had no pity for the bandit just now, or it was like stepping on a nest of ants. No matter what the reason, at the moment when he was a bandit, he would have the awareness of death, and at that moment his life did not belong to him, it should belong to the law of heaven.

True God’s Fist Note: The fighting is not a boxing style, the training is not a boxing technique, the fighting is a hostility, and the training is the laws of nature.

Han Feng was exhausted and there was not much spiritual energy left, so he simply started practicing in the same place.

The gate of ghosts was gloomy and dim, and the end of the red and bloody road, the boy in black robe sat cross-legged and practiced.

The eight men who arrived and the old man looked at the young man blankly. They were really a god of killing. When they watched the young man practiced, the old man did not speak out.

He was used to fighting and had dozens of death battles. The old man couldn't help but be afraid of it. One punch was no big deal, but all hundred people were a way to die. This person was really terrified. He couldn't help but have a title in his heart: "Kill God with one punch."

Han Feng stood up and entered the second level of the Martial Arts. The martial arts realm was to train his physical fitness. When he entered the Martial Arts, he could absorb the energy of heaven and earth and transform the vital energy in his body. Han Feng had strong mental power, and at the same time used the two techniques to absorb energy, and a small half of it was transformed into vital energy, and the other was mostly spiritual energy from the Dantian.

For warriors, fighting is the best practice. Every time they are full of excitement, they can refine their vitality and achieve twice the result with half the effort.

This battle is Han Feng’s true meaning, and his first battle. Han Feng remembers it firmly, he is not satisfied with himself and has a new understanding of the martial arts. The True God Fist Notes are really mysterious and unpredictable. Han Feng dares to say that warriors are one realm, but they are another realm.

The first level of the warrior can fight others, and Han Feng is confident in this way at the fourth level of the warrior.

"Young hero, what do you call him?" asked the old man politely. As soon as he stopped, the old man knew that this person would not be the one who came to An's family because he had been in An's family for more than 30 years and had never heard of any news about killing the god with one punch.

"Senior, you have to be polite, just call Han Shaoxia." Han Feng replied casually.

"Shame, ashamed, senior, I can't call you in front of the young hero."

The old man knew that he killed the god with one punch, so he did not want to be named, and he did not dare to ask. He continued: "Han Shaoxia's grace for saving his life this time, I will repay my family for repaying him. I will accept this little profit." As he said that, the old man took out a thick stack of silver and gold notes and sent it to Han Feng with both hands.

Han Feng looked at the blood-stained money tickets in his hand, which were as many as 70,000 to 80,000, especially the gold tickets. There were as many as 10,000 yuan per ticket. He was very clear and instantly understood that this was the entire wealth of the An family and the bandits.

Han Feng shook his head and said, "Senior, since he calls me a young hero and gives such a heavy gift, then I and the bandits separated again." As he said that, he was a little reluctant to hand the gold ticket in his hand to the old man. This was the first time Han Feng had seen so much money.

According to legend in the Tianchen Realm: Warriors are all bottomless pits.

It is difficult for a warrior to be successful. Without abundant resources, you can be a genius of martial arts and a divine talent from heaven. You are also in the path of martial arts and it is difficult to move forward in an instant. At the same level, the materials used by a warrior to practice are dozens of times that of a Qi training master, while the warrior is slightly better than that of a martial artist at the same level.

"Young Master Han, what's the point? How can you compare to such a bandit?" the old man hurriedly retorted.

Then he said in a slightly remarkable tone: "Is it because of the fact that the dozens of dead brothers and the lives of living are worth the paper."

"The words have come to this point, then I have accepted them. But dozens of deceased brothers have orphans of family members. These orphans who were distributed to their brothers are my personal intention. Don't refuse." Han Feng was really reluctant to let it go. In the True God's Fist, the elixirs used were astronomical numbers. But he was not slow in his hand, so he took out a stack of gold notes worth about 60,000 taels and stuffed them into the old man's hand.

"Hao Xia Han, a true hero of great righteousness. I remember this kindness to settle my family. If you need me to settle my family in the future, just open your mouth." The old man said gratefully.

"Uncle, are you okay?" a woman asked the old man.

A dozen people arrived, Han Feng was strong in spirit, and he judged that more than a dozen people were above the fifth level of the Heavenly Realm. Han Feng could not sense it even more than the fifth level of the Heavenly Realm. But judging from the speed just now, Han Feng would not be stupid. He thought these people were ordinary people, and his momentum and speed mean everything.
Chapter completed!