A Good Romance
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This messenger came from the Eternal Prosperity Sect.
When he arrived, Ling Han just so happened to come out of seclusion after three days, which could be considered a very coincidental event.
Because the reputation of the Eternal Prosperity Sect was too great, this messenger was arranged to stay on the fourth floor for three days. The moment Ling Han came out of seclusion, someone went to pass on the news, and Ling Han temporarily did not begin the rest of his seclusion, though he really couldn't be bothered to go see anyone at this time.
After a while, a young man appeared.
He was dressed in black, and his cultivation level was at the fourth severance, possessing an awe-inspiring heroic spirit.
He was only a messenger, yet he possessed the aura of a king tier. It could be seen what kind of talents Yan Xianlu had under his command.
"Quite haughty, actually making me wait for three days!" The moment this young man in black arrived at Ling Han's place, he showed an expression of displeasure.
'Hehe.'
Ling Han grumbled internally, pointed at the door, and said, "The door is there, you can scram."
The young man couldn't help but be startled. He had not thought that Ling Han would be so direct and domineering. His face alternated between red and green, and after a while, he said, "Ling Han, I have come on the orders of Lord Holy Son."
"Oh, which Holy Son?" Ling Han asked disapprovingly.
"Of course it's Holy Son Yan Xianlu!" the young man said proudly. "Aside from my lord, who else in the Eternal Prosperity Sect is worthy of being called Holy Son?"
This was quite a boastful claim, but it was enough to show Yan Xianlu's might. He actually did not even have a single competitor.
"Why is Yan Xianlu looking for me?" Ling Han crossed his legs, as if he had not clearly heard the name Yan Xianlu.
The young man sucked in a breath of cold air, and looked at Ling Han calmly, showing an expression of shock. 'How dare you, actually daring to call Yan Xianlu's name directly.' He couldn't help but reprimand, "How dare you, is the name of the Holy Son something you can call directly?"
Ling Han smirked coldly, and said, "You came to my place, and still want to teach me how to behave?"
The young man wanted to make a move, but when he recalled Ling Han's past feats, he immediately gave up on the idea.
He was indeed a king tier, but he was who knew how much weaker than Zhao Qingfeng. However, even Zhao Qingfeng had been killed by Ling Han, so what was he?
If he made a move, he would be sending himself to death.
"Hmph, when you see my Lord, you'll know how big the gap between you and Lord Saint is," the young man said proudly. He took out a letter and flicked it towards Ling Han. "My Lord invites you to attend the meeting."
Ling Han took the letter but did not open it immediately.
"In a year's time, there will be a gathering of geniuses at Broken Clouds Mountain." The young man said arrogantly. "Ling Han, do you know that those who can receive the invitation of my master are all Holy Sons of Celestial King Tier-level sects? You are the only exception."
"The specific time and place are written on the letter, provided that you can get it."
He paused for a moment before continuing, "This was personally written by my lord."
Yan Xianlu had personally written it.
Ling Han didn't think much of it at first, but now his interest was piqued. He began to open the envelope.
There was a seal on it, which represented that the envelope was complete. When the seal was broken, a terrifying baleful aura was emitted from the envelope, as if it could split open the heavens.
So powerful!
Ling Han's heart clenched. When Yan Xianlu wrote, he must have also left behind his Martial Art intent on the letter. Now, the specific time and place of the invitation were all written on the letter, and he could only go when he arrived.
This is a test. I, Yan Xianlu, have invited you, but do you have the right to come?
Weng, endless brilliant light surged, and the room was instantly filled with symbols of great dao. It was as if a supreme elite was about to charge out of the envelope and give Ling Han a fatal blow.
Ling Han showed a solemn expression, but his hands did not stop in the slightest, continuing to open the envelope.
Yet the young man could not stand it anymore, and retreated continuously, a sliver of admiration appearing on his face.
Ling Han was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, yet it was as if nothing had happened, yet he retreated continuously. The gap between them could be seen clearly.
No wonder he could kill Zhao Qingfeng and receive the personal invitation of the Holy Son.
However, you only opened the envelope, and did not open the letter. That was the true test.
He watched quietly from the side, and saw that Ling Han had already taken out the letter inside.
It was folded into four thin folds.
Ling Han continued to open the letter. Weng, a flash of golden light surged out, turning into a golden Divine Sword that slashed out at Ling Han. Ling Han casually pressed down and extinguished it. When he opened it again, another azure treasured saber slashed out.
He pressed down again, and the treasured saber was also scattered by him.
At this time, the letter had also been completely opened. Weng, endless black light surged, and then turned into a fist that struck out at Ling Han with the power to look down on the whole world.
A single punch could shatter the heavens, suppress the ages, and decide the universe.
Domineering, arrogant.
This was Yan Xianlu's Martial Art, and it exuded his invincible conviction.
Ling Han, too, shot out a punch. This was a different kind of contest between the two of them. They could not rely on treasures like the Divine Demon Sword, or else they would be at a disadvantage, and their invincible conviction would be shaken.
The two fists collided. Ling Han's figure trembled slightly, and he retreated three steps, then stopped. He retreated another seven steps, and only then did he finally hold the pole firmly, and there were 10 clear footprints on the tiles under his feet, each half a foot deep.
That black fist also suddenly shattered, turning into black light again, and then forming a line of words: "Three Yang Peak, when the Three Stars gather."
This line of words only appeared for an instant, and then suddenly shattered, turning into nothingness.
"Ling Han, the letter has been delivered. Farewell," the young man said, a hint of admiration on his face.
Being able to receive a blow from the Lord Holy Son, his strength was really strong. Of course, compared to the Lord Holy Son, he was not even worthy to carry the Holy Son's shoes. It should be known that the Holy Son had only casually written the letter, and Ling Han had still retreated 10 steps, using all his strength.
The comparison of strength could not be any clearer.
Ling Han ignored him. He looked at that letter, and because Yan Xianlu's Martial Art intent had already leaked out, the letter had also become blank.
If he couldn't take that punch, he would only get a blank piece of paper.
This was Yan Xianlu's dominance. 'I'm inviting you, but are you qualified?'
Ling Han showed a faint smile, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
Honestly speaking, he was indeed no match for Yan Xianlu at present. Just from that punch previously, he knew that Yan Xianlu had definitely advanced into the fifth severance. Otherwise, he would not have that kind of absolute dominance.
If it were not for the fact that this was only a letter, and only contained a sliver of Yan Xianlu's martial intent, and if he had directly delivered a punch, Ling Han would have at least spat out a mouthful of blood.
"There is still one year, and I have to break through to the fifth severance," Ling Han mumbled. He had already decided to keep his appointment.
'Perhaps Yan Xianlu can give me enough pressure, and allow me to obtain the opportunity to push open the door to the fifth severance.'
The Heavenly Dao Jade was not omnipotent. It only increased that tiny sliver of hope. The key still depended on himself.
'However, the most important thing now is the Second Refinement. Half a year later, we will see the truth. I'll put the matter of Yan Xianlu aside for now.'
Ling Han rubbed his chin, feeling that his time was really packed, and completely not enough.
Reading on his phone was more refreshing
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