Zhutian: At the beginning, he beat the god king Tang San with one punch

Chapter 7 Shocked the Audience (New book recommendation, collection, investment)

"How is it possible! You are just an outer disciple who just started, how could it be so fast!"

The young man showed panic, and found that Liu Kang's "crane claw" had landed on his throat, and if he moved forward half a point, his throat would be scratched and exploded.

An inner disciple who possessed a flying sword, a spiritual weapon, was captured by an outer disciple who had just started.

Everyone present was shocked and watched this scene in disbelief.

Even Fang Han and Princess Hongyi, who already knew about Liu Kang's breakthrough, were frightened by Liu Kang's move.

"Isn't Liu Kang an inner strong man? How could he be so powerful?"

Prince Bao, who had a bloodstain on his face, was terrified, his face paled in shock, and he kept muttering.

Liu Kang looked at the embarrassed young man in front of him, with a warm smile on his lips, "If the grievances between the disciples of the outer sect are not life-threatening, the brothers don't need to intervene."

"Liu Kang, Junior Brother Zuo is eager to save people, so he just wanted to protect Prince Bao. There is absolutely no other meaning."

Several inner disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, they didn't expect the matter to develop to this stage.Finally, a young woman came out and tried to persuade her.

This girl has waist-length hair, willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes, standard fair skin and beautiful long legs. She is the little treasure-giving fairy "Senior Sister Mo" in the original book.

Liu Kang saw that her tone was gentle, her attitude was kind, she had no hostility, and she had no airs, so he obviously didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

"It's so good, I didn't intend to make a move."

Liu Kang put down his palm with a smile, but he didn't let go of his vigilance. He looked at the inner disciple named Zuo with a livid face, and spoke leisurely.

"It's just that Brother Zuo's flying sword is not simple. If it falls on Fang Han, if he is not careful, it will cut off his tendons and hamstrings."

"Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding, Junior Brother Zuo is also a person who knows how to measure!"

Senior Sister Mo explained with sincerity, and then gave Junior Brother Zuo a hard look, who was about to explode. There was a warning in her beautiful eyes, which made Junior Brother Zuo calm down instantly.

"Senior Sister Mo understands righteousness deeply. Liu Kang admires it and bid farewell."

Liu Kang was very satisfied with Senior Sister Mo's attitude, so he took Fang Han and Princess Hongyi and left swaggeringly.

Almost fell in Liu Kang's hands, Junior Brother Zuo was very angry, but was warned by Senior Sister Mo, his anger had nowhere to vent, and he was extremely aggrieved, so he stepped forward and grabbed Prince Bao's collar, and shouted hysterically, "Bao! Zi Ao, are you blind? Liu Kang’s speed just now is at least at the psychic level!!! You actually lied to me, saying that he is only at the inner strong level!”

Prince Bao repeatedly begged for mercy, "Brother Zuo calm down, I didn't expect Liu Kang to hide it so deeply, maybe he had some kind of adventure, just now..."

"You think I'm a three-year-old kid, easy to tease?! Courting death!!!"

Hearing the wailing and beating and cursing coming from the yard, Fang Han showed a gloating smirk, and then cupped his hands towards Liu Kang, "Liu Kang, thank you for your action this time, otherwise..."

"Why are you being polite, who are we with whom?"

Liu Kang waved his hand nonchalantly, put another hand on Fang Han's shoulder, and raised his hand.

"Go, let's drink together!"

Crouching Immortal Courtyard, Fang Han's Immortal Courtyard

In the living room, Liu Kang and Fang Han were sitting across the table, eating wine and food, chatting happily, and when it came to the wonderful things, they were even more amazed and applauded.

The wine was hot and Fang Han, who was drinking and drinking, couldn't help but sigh, "Brother Liu is really lucky. He can pick up the elixir when he walks outside, break through the magic transformation, and teach me to be envious."

Liu Kang shook his head, took a sip of his wine, and said disapprovingly, "What are you envious of, I don't even have a spiritual weapon in my hand. It's not like your luck is against the sky, and you can even pick up such treasures as the map of Jiaofu Huangquan. "

Liu Kang's light words made him terrified, he was half sober at once, and the wine glass in his hand almost fell.

"Brother Liu, what do you say? I don't know what is the picture of the underworld."

A hint of vigilance flashed in the depths of Fang Han's eyes, and he immediately pretended to be dazed and incomprehensible.

Liu Kang waved his hand, his tone was still relaxed, and he said indifferently, "You were able to get the picture of the dragon's crouching in the underworld by chance, presumably it belongs to your luck."

Seeing that Fang Han was still a bit vigilant, Liu Kang shook his head and said something indiscriminately.

"To tell you the truth, I once read an ancient book, which stated that the map of the Underworld must be opened with the blood fused with the Nine-Aperture Golden Elixir. Even if I got it, I couldn't open it."

"This Flooding Yellow Spring Map has been severely damaged, and should have fallen out of the list of Dao artifacts."

"It is said that a large amount of pure yang energy is needed to repair a Taoist artifact! Pure yang energy! Do you know? Even if you sell the entire Dali Dynasty, you can't even make up a fraction of it."

……

After Liu Kang's words, Fang Han's vigilance slowly relaxed a bit, and after a long silence, he took out a picture scroll from his chest and put it on the table.

"Liu Kang, this is the map of Jiaofu Huangquan that I got at the bank of Longyuan River that day."

Liu Kang glanced at it, and in front of him was a gloomy picture scroll, on which there was a long, faint yellow river with no beginning and no end, and a dragon-like snake crawling in the river, obscure and secretive, ups and downs, Just like an ordinary ink painting scroll.

The picture of Jiaofu Huangquan, the legend of Huangquan, the first legend of magic in the Xuanhuang Great World, spent 3000 years and countless treasures of heaven and earth, and finally blended a holy river of Huangquan and water of forgetting love into it to finally refine it. The emperor fulfilled his ambition and established the support of reincarnation.

"Liu Kang, do you know the origin of the painting of Jiaofu Huangquan?"

Fang Han had yearning for the unknown on his face. He really wanted to know the origin of the treasure that Bai Haichan was unwilling to discard while dragging his seriously injured body.

"There are very few relevant records in that ancient book. I only know that the picture of Jiaofu Huangquan was made by the ancient demon Emperor Huangquan more than 6000 years ago. A top-notch Taoist artifact...may have recorded the supernatural powers of the Netherworld Demon Sect, but I don’t know about the others.”

Liu Kang frowned, pretending to be in deep thought, and only revealed some brief information in order not to arouse suspicion.

Liu Kang's voice was very soft, but it made Fang Han's breathing quicken, and his eyes stared at the picture of Huangquan, exuding the light of burning desire.

Of course he knows what Taoism means.

Now that a once-excellent Taoist artifact is in front of him, he naturally couldn't sit still, and asked quickly, "Liu Kang, how can I open the map of the underworld?"

"Stupid, of course it's a blood sacrifice."

"Okay, I get it now."

Without any hesitation, Fang Han cut his finger, and after overflowing with bright red blood, the blood immediately dripped out, and every drop flowed onto the map of Jiaofu Huangquan.

Strange things happened.

This picture is like cotton, absorbing Fang Han's blood bit by bit, and Fang Han can clearly see that there are slight waves in the Huangquan River in the picture.

At the same time, Fang Han found that his soul seemed to have a flesh-and-blood connection with this painting.

Suddenly, Fang Han felt a ray of his own spirit, and fell into the picture of Huangquan River, surrounded by rolling waves, a piece of earthy yellow, the spirit was swimming in the river, and he saw that there was nothing in the river.

Just when he was in a daze, Liu Kang's hesitant voice sounded again.

"Fang Han, there may be some peerless supernatural powers recorded on the map of the underworld, can you see if you can..."

(End of this chapter)