The night gradually deepened, and the surroundings were silent.
Just as Su Han was about to give up, a soft voice sounded.
Crash!
In the next moment, the roof broke open and a figure rushed over. The palm wind was strong and hit the bed.
Clang!
At this moment, cold stars bloomed in the darkness, as if they were eternal.
Murong Bo was shocked.
At this moment, he was in mid-air and had used up all his strength. How could he have expected someone to ambush him?
This is a scheme against me!
He made up his mind and flipped his palm, striking towards the cold star.
However, in a hurry, only 30% to 40% of his original strength was left.
A Grandmaster's attack was no small matter.
Even if there was only 30 - 40% left, it was still very powerful.
Su Han did not dare to be careless. The treasured sword in his hand condensed into a sword and stabbed straight at his vital points.
With the enhancement of the Ancient Jade of Fortune, his vision was greatly enhanced at this moment.
Time seemed to slow down, turning into frames, giving him many opportunities.
Puff!
Time seemed long, but the change happened in an instant.
The next moment, Murong Bo was stabbed in the chest, and a bloody light appeared.
What made him even more uncomfortable was that there was a sense of numbness coming from his wound.
"Despicable!"
Scolding in his heart, he hurriedly used his Xiantian True Qi to suppress the poison. Without any hopes of success, he struck out several times in a row, and a powerful palm wind came straight at Su Han's face.
Seeing that Su Han's realm wasn't high, he was about to raise his strength and kill him.
Suddenly, he realized that there was a long breath under the bed. Outside the meditation room, several breaths flashed.
"Not good! This is a conspiracy against me!"
Since he had plotted against Shaolin's Xuan Bei, he naturally thought that it was Shaolin's plan to lure the snake out of its hole.
Su Han was only bait on the surface. Once he was careless, the Shaolin masters in ambush would take the opportunity to attack.
On the surface, Xuan Bei was here, but who else were there in secret?
In his imagination, this temple was already a dragon's pool and a tiger's den.
Murong Bo's heart trembled. How could he dare to continue fighting?
His back slammed into the wall, and with a loud boom, a huge hole appeared in the brick wall.
His figure was like lightning, about to disappear into the darkness.
"Ah…"
The next moment, a scream rang out.
Su Han rushed out of the house and saw Murong Bo lying on the ground, unable to move. He looked over with a cold gaze.
If looks could kill, Su Han would probably have been cut into pieces by now.
"There's actually a poison needle on the wall!" Murong Bo snorted coldly." I've already fallen into a trap. Why aren't the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple coming out?" Hehe, I didn't expect a Shaolin sect to secretly use poison. It's really laughable.”
"There are no Shaolin monks." Su Han chuckled." Everything was just my scheme."”
Clapping his hands, the Four Sword Servants leaped down from the treetops.
"Young Master, you have such a good plan. Although this person's martial arts are high, he still fell into a trap.”Mei Jian praised.
"It's all thanks to the poison in the palace," Su Han said with a smile."Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to create a poison that could temporarily restrain a Grandmaster expert."”
It was the poison from the Vulture Palace that gave him the courage to plot against a Grandmaster.
As he spoke, his body suddenly shot out like a phantom. His fingers tapped on Murong Bo's body more than ten times in a row, completely sealing his acupuncture points.
After doing this, he quickly retreated.
Only after confirming that there were no problems did they draw closer. The sword was unsheathed and flickered with a cold light.
By the time he put away his sword and stood up, Murong Bo's hands and feet had already been cut off. Even if he had extraordinary abilities, he couldn't use them now.
"You…"
Even though Murong Bo had roamed the martial world for many years, he had never seen Su Han behave like this.
Even the Demon Sect would not do such a thing!
"Senior, please forgive me!"
Although he was apologetic, Su Han's words did not contain the slightest bit of apology. He moved closer and placed his palm on Murong Bo's dantian.
"Power Transformation Technique!"
Murong Bo cried out in alarm. Then, he felt the true qi in his dantian leaking wildly. He hurriedly focused his mind and calmed himself down, trying to stop the violent leaking.
However, he was seriously injured and poisoned. How could he resist the devouring power of the Northern Dark Divine Art?
In just a moment, he had aged a lot, and even the divine light in his eyes gradually dissipated.
After the time it took to brew a cup of tea, the last trace of true qi in Murong Bo's body disappeared. His eyes were wide open as he died.
"Murong Bo, you've already announced your death to the martial world. I'm just helping him.”Su Han sighed and looked to the side." What do you think, Master Xuan Bei?”
As soon as he finished speaking, an old monk walked out.
"Amitabha. Almsgiver Su, you're so ruthless.”
Su Han laughed out loud." Master, you flatter me. Compared to Murong Bo, my tricks are not worth mentioning." Oh right, Master, I saved your life. I wonder if I have any gifts to thank you for!”
Xuan Bei's expression froze.
He never expected the person in front of him to be so thick-skinned. After scheming against him, he actually asked for a gift of thanks.
"Benefactor, your martial arts are profound. I think you don't care about this poor monk's things.”
"Master, you're a hypocrite. If you don't want to give it to me, then forget it." Su Han laughed. Forget it, since Master is awake, I'll leave Murong Bo's corpse to you!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he used his lightness skill and disappeared into the night. The Four Sword Servants naturally followed closely behind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Amitabha. This person is ruthless and arrogant.”
His eyes were fixed on the night sky. After a long time, Xuan Bei sighed with emotion and called the monks in the temple to collect Murong Bo's body.
On the other side.
Su Han circled around and returned to the temple. He ordered a few people to protect him before starting to refine Murong Bo's Xiantian true qi.
In the future, the netizens rated Murong Bo as one of the Four Unique Heavenly Dragons.
This person's power was naturally extraordinary. Compared to Duan Yanqing, it was not just a little bit stronger. It was not until dawn that Su Han finally tamed his power.
At this moment, his Qi Sea already had 50 years of Xiantian True Qi. With a wave of his hand, his True Qi would surge wildly.
However, he did not linger at all. He directly circulated his mental cultivation method and began to refine the remaining six strange scriptures.
As time passed, the Yang Dimension Vessel, Yin Dimension Vessel, Yang Heel Vessel, Yin Heel Vessel, Conception Vessel, and Governor Vessel were refined one after another. The narrow stream turned into an incomparably wide river.
However, after refining the remaining six meridians, Murong Bo's Xiantian True Qi had already been depleted by 90%. There was not much left.
Since his meridians were strong, his physical strength naturally rose with the tide, and there was a substantial increase.
Su Han sensed carefully and discovered that his physical strength had increased by several times. His strength was now several tens of thousands of pounds, and he was not inferior to an initial Connate expert who specialized in physical cultivation.
"With this foundation, my future path will be smooth.”
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a series of footsteps gradually disappearing into the distance.
With a thought, he used the Wave Subtle Steps and arrived at the highest point of the temple in a few breaths.
His gaze reached outside the temple.
At this moment, outside the temple gate, a group of carriages and horses were moving quickly, heading straight for the Central Plains. The leader was Xuan Bei.
Xuan Bei was anxious. He wanted to return to the temple as soon as possible and tell the abbot the news. Suddenly, he felt a sharp gaze. He looked back but found nothing. He couldn't help but be suspicious and shouted,"Disciples, be careful. Don't let the thieves take advantage of you.”
"Yes."
He searched again, but still found nothing.
Su Han returned to the temple, called the Four Sword Servants, and quietly left the Shenjie Temple, heading towards Dali.
Halfway through, they heard the sound of hooves and a clear and joyful voice."Brother Su, we're back!"
Su Han raised his head and saw Mu Wanqing riding Black Rose and Zhong Ling as they flew over.
Mei Jian looked at the two of them. How could he not know what they were thinking? He could not help but snort in dissatisfaction.
"We were the ones who got to know Young Master first. Why are these two little girls coming up to us?”
However, this was her master's business, and she couldn't say much. She could only sulk in her heart.
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