"It's time to end things with Cheng Kun.”Jiang Han stood up. His eyes were bright and his aura was sharp.
His foster father had died for no apparent reason, so it was most likely Cheng Kun's doing.
Although the Heaven and Earth Great Shift wasn't perfect, the first six stages alone weren't fatal, and the possibility of cultivation deviation was extremely low.
Before Yang Dingtian went into seclusion, he was already at the peak of Xiantian ninth stage. He should have been practicing the sixth stage. How could such an accident happen and cause him to go berserk?
Jiang Han pushed open the stone door. Before he could do anything, a sharp finger light shot towards his heart.
"Cheng Kun!" Jiang Han's pupils constricted. He dodged and threw a punch at the same time." Hand over your life!"”
Cheng Kun was shocked.
He had wanted to hide in the secret passage to escape, but considering that he was covered in injuries and the other party was in peak condition, if he did not think of a way, he was afraid that he would be caught and die.
Therefore, he took the risk and returned to launch a sneak attack.
Success was worth celebrating, failure was death, it was better than sitting still.
Cheng Kun was very decisive. He forcefully gathered all of his internal energy and waved his Phantom Yin Finger again. It was like a silver stream of surging true energy.
His face was extremely ferocious, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.
This time, he was going to kill them all in one go!
Seeing that the finger was about to poke Jiang Han's forehead, he did not panic at all. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled into a thick sneer.
This was because the Seven Wounds Fist had already entered Cheng Kun's body!
It seemed like there was only one step between Half-Zongshi and Zongshi, but in reality, the difference was like heaven and earth. The two could not be compared at all.
Cheng Kun's murky eyes were filled with a hint of cunning. At this moment, they were wide open, as if he had died with grievances.
A seven-colored fist pierced through his chest. Waves of scorching true energy rushed into his body, wantonly destroying his body's mechanism. All his bones cracked, and his internal organs seemed to be stirred up. His entire body was in extreme pain!
"Puff!"
Cheng Kun spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked down at the fist-sized bloody hole in his chest and muttered to himself,"Grandmaster? How is this possible?!”
After saying that, Cheng Kun fell back stiffly and smashed into the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Even if he was beaten to death, he would never understand. Jiang Han was clearly only at Xiantian ninth stage a quarter of an hour ago, and he had not even reached the peak of Xiantian ninth stage yet, but in the blink of an eye, he had become a genuine grandmaster!
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Jiang Han heaved a sigh of relief and slapped Cheng Kun again. After confirming that he was dead, he squatted down and began to search his body.
He would not forget about the equipment that he had dropped from killing monsters.
A moment later, Jiang Han looked at the thing in his hand in disgust. He curled his lips and kicked Cheng Kun's corpse away. The powerful force directly embedded it into the stone wall, and blood flowed along the stone wall.
"Forget it, mosquito legs are considered meat. If he did not need it, he could give it to his disciples in the future. At the very least, it could enrich the Ming Cult's Sutra Depository.”
Jiang Han found two secret manuals on Cheng Kun's body. One was the " Hunyuan Art ", a mid-grade profound martial arts technique, and the other was the " Phantom Yin Finger ", a low-grade earth martial arts technique that Cheng Kun had been using.
To the current Jiang Han, both of these were somewhat so-so, and their attractiveness was really limited.
The inner energy cultivated by the Hunyuan Technique was neutral and peaceful, and it was especially suitable for cultivating middle and low-level disciples.
It was very easy to change the cultivation method after cultivating this cultivation method. It was not like cultivating other cultivation methods. Once one changed the cultivation method of the inner force, it was especially complicated and time-consuming.
As for the [Phantom Yin Finger], Jiang Han didn't really care about it.
Firstly, the true energy in his body was extremely hot and was not suitable for cultivating this kind of martial art with a cold attribute. Secondly, Jiang Han felt that a low-level Earth Rank martial art was no longer worthy of his current martial arts grandmaster realm.
Moreover, although there was no decent Heaven Rank martial arts in the Ming Cult's Scripture Depository, Earth Rank martial arts were not that rare.
The number of low-grade Earth Rank martial arts like this would probably exceed the number of hands!
Instead of wasting time and energy on such a cultivation technique that did not match his attributes and was not of an outstanding grade, it was better to go to the Sutra Depository and carefully select it.
However, it wasn't like Cheng Kun didn't have anything good on him.
Jiang Han played with a small emerald bottle and pulled out the cork. A strong medicinal fragrance immediately assailed his nose.
"This is Shaolin's Small Reversion Pill!" Jiang Han's eyes lit up.
As the number one faction in the Chinese server, Shaolin Temple's strength was unfathomable. Its foundation was the best in the entire Chinese server.
Among them, the most important foundation was the Great Rejuvenating Pill and the Small Rejuvenating Pill, these two famous Treasure Pills.
The Small Rejuvenation Pill was still alright. One pill could increase one's internal strength by ten years. Although it was rare, it was not heaven-defying. However, the Great Rejuvenation Pill was really a good thing. One pill could increase one's internal strength by thirty years.
Both of them were treasures that martial artists could only dream of!
"What a pity. It's not very useful to martial arts grandmasters.”
Jiang Han smacked his lips. He wasn't in high spirits.
He tried to eat one and found that it only increased his true qi by a trace. The amount of true qi was barely equivalent to the result of his meditation for a day.
"Keep it for the Ming Cult disciples.”Jiang Han put the bottle stopper back and put it in his pocket.
"Now, it's time to go out and clean up the mess!”He had achieved great success in his divine technique, advanced to the realm of martial arts grandmaster, and killed Cheng Kun. Naturally, it was time to deal with the six major sects and take over as the Ming Cult Master.
Jiang Han's lips curled into a mocking smile. With a sway of his body, he disappeared from the secret chamber.
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