When they saw Han Chen rushing to Mount Hua's courtyard instead of Shaolin's courtyard, the martial artists who were watching from afar were all very puzzled.?
They waited for Han Chen to leave before following him. They were eager to see why Han Chen was going to the Huashan Courtyard.
A few days ago, Xianyu Tong had sent a letter inviting Han Chen to Mount Kunlun. He was scheming to sow discord between Han Chen and Shaolin, using this to stir up the situation in the martial world and fish in troubled waters.
Han Chen had never forgotten this debt.
Han Chen never schemed against others. He only wished to be accompanied by wine and beautiful women. He rode his horse and saw the magnificent mountains and rivers, looking for the peak of martial arts.
Although the ideal was beautiful, reality was cruel.
It was indeed difficult for people to live freely in the martial world, especially for people like Han Chen who had become famous at a young age.
That was because if one did not take the initiative to provoke others, others would come and provoke them.
This was the martial world, a martial world where one could not control oneself.
The martial world had its rules.
He had done something he shouldn't have done and offended someone he shouldn't have. He had to pay the price.
Mount Hua Courtyard!
Two sword-wielding Huashan disciples stood on either side of the main gate of the courtyard. Their thin bodies were shivering in the snow. They cursed the heavens and the weather in their hearts. They stomped their feet and breathed to warm their hands.
Weng!
The surrounding air shook.
A graceful figure suddenly descended and appeared before the two Huashan disciples.
Han Chen's white robe was whiter than snow, and the blood sword at his waist was like a dragon. He looked at the two people indifferently.
"In three breaths of time, get Xianyu Tong to come see me!”
Xianyu Tong dared to scheme against Han Chen. Although he did not succeed, Han Chen still came.
"How dare you call my master by his name!”
"How dare you be so impudent in front of Mount Hua? Are you tired of living?”
Hearing Han Chen's words, the two lean Huashan disciples were instantly enraged.
His two frozen right hands grabbed the hilt of the sword, and the Huashan Sword was pulled out of its sheath inch by inch. The snow-white blade slowly appeared in the air.
However, before they could pull out their swords, Han Chen had already attacked.
"Three breaths, it's time!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Two lean Huashan disciples were sent flying.
His body fell heavily into the snow, and he spat out blood. A few of his ribs were broken, and he fell to the ground, wailing in pain. His voice was very shrill.
From the beginning to the end, they did not see how Han Chen attacked.
Hualala...
Their screams, which sounded like pigs being slaughtered, instantly attracted even more Huashan disciples.
Dozens of Huashan disciples held swords in their hands and glared at Han Chen. Their shiny sword tips were all pointed at Han Chen.
Although the Huashan Sect was not comparable to Shaolin and Wudang, it had many disciples.
Coincidentally, it was a tense period when they were attacking the Ming Cult. All the sects were extremely vigilant, afraid that the Ming Cult would secretly use tricks to harm people. The disciples were all practicing their swordsmanship in the territory. The sword did not leave the person, and the person did not leave the courtyard. Therefore, when they heard the screams, dozens of people rushed over.
"Who are you? Why did you injure our Huashan disciples?”
"Senior Brother, I don't think this guy is a good person. He's most likely a devil!”
"Demon Cult!"
In the blink of an eye, the number of Huashan disciples surrounding Han Chen had reached seventy to eighty. These people glared at Han Chen. The six sects were united against a common enemy, so they would not kill each other. Han Chen had hurt people first, so he was most likely a demon from the Demonic Sect.
However, there was no lack of experienced people among these people. When they saw Han Chen's white clothes and the blood sword hanging at his waist, their expressions changed drastically.
"No, he's not from the Demon Sect.”
"He, he, he…he's the Young Sect Master of Emei!”
"What is it? He is Han Chen?"
"So what if you are the young master of Emei? You can't just bully our Mount Hua!”
"You guys stop him first. I'll report to Master.”
Among the Huashan disciples, a disciple left to inform Xianyu Tong.
Han Chen looked on calmly and did not stop him, because this was exactly what he wanted.
The Young Sect Master of Emei had suddenly descended upon Mount Hua's courtyard and injured a disciple of Mount Hua. This matter had completely blown up.
Outside Mount Hua's courtyard, the martial artists who had come to watch the show were also discussing animatedly. They could not figure out why Han Chen had suddenly attacked.
The Kongtong Sect disciples, Wudang Sect disciples, and Beggar's Sect disciples hurriedly turned around and left to report to their masters.
For a moment, the news of Han Chen barging into Mount Hua's courtyard spread like wildfire. It was so fast that it was unbelievable.
In just the time it took to brew a cup of tea, the news had spread throughout Yuxu Peak and the entire Kunlun Mountain.
"Xianyu Tong, quickly scram out and see me!!”
The sound waves rolled like thunder!
Han Chen walked deeper into the courtyard.
His cold gaze swept across the Huashan disciples present, shocking everyone's hearts. Han Chen approached the inner court step by step, and the Huashan disciples retreated step by step. No one dared to stop Han Chen.
The disciple who had reported came to the deepest part of Mount Hua's courtyard. He knocked respectfully on the door of an exquisite house. After hearing his master's permission, he hurriedly ran into the abode.
" Master, master, bad news, bad news…"
"Panic! What a disgrace!"
Xianyu Tong sat beside the coffee table with a cup of tea in his hand.
This was the good tea that He Taichong had just sent over. In this snowy season, such a top-grade fragrant tea was really rare. He had originally planned to drink it quietly, but he did not expect this disciple to be blind and rush in to make such a fuss. It was really disappointing.
"Master, that Han Chen, he, he, he…he's here. He's about to rush in!”The disciple said anxiously.
What was that?
Han Chen was here!
Xianyu Tong's body trembled, and the teacup that was brought to his mouth instantly froze. His originally calm gaze revealed a look of bewilderment.
"Why did he come to Mount Hua instead of the Shaolin Temple?”
Xianyu Tong was shocked and felt that this matter was strange.
He had nothing to do with Han Chen, and Han Chen's sudden arrival was really unfathomable.
If there was any connection, it could only be that letter.
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