Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Zhao Zhengyi was still unwilling to give up. Others might still live, but someone like him who conspired with Long Xiaoyun to frame Li Xunhuan was definitely going to die!

He shouted angrily to his side and behind him.

"Don't be intimidated by him! He's just bluffing!"

"He's killed so many people, his true energy must be running low!"

"If we all attack together, we can definitely hack him to death!"

Qin Han didn't even look at him, and casually waved his hand.

A burst of true energy transformed into a sharp blade, flying past Zhao Zhengyi's scalp.

Zhao Zhengyi felt a chill on the top of his head.

His neatly tied hair bun was cut off.

A bloodstain was left on his scalp.

Zhao Zhengyi was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground. In the face of life and death, his crotch was soaked.

Qin Han's gaze turned towards the depths of the inner hall.

She naturally sensed a faint gaze, and judging from the aura, it should be a woman.

That person was Lin Shiyin.

At this moment, Lin Shiyin was standing behind the screen, clutching a handkerchief in her hand.

Looking at the domineering young man in the courtyard.

Every movement of Qin Han was filled with a power she had never seen before.

It was completely different from Li Xunhuan's sickly and melancholic demeanor.

It is also the complete opposite of Long Xiaoyun's cold and hypocritical nature.

Qin Han exuded an aura of dominance that controlled life and death.

Qin Han withdrew his gaze and looked at Xinmei again.

"Master, will you leave on your own, or shall I see you off?"

Master Xinmei closed his eyes and lowered his head helplessly.

"This old monk...is inferior in skill."

He turned around and led the Shaolin disciples who had followed him to retreat to the backyard.

Although Buddhist sects like to meddle in other people's business, it depends on who they are dealing with. How many martial arts masters did Xie Xun kill back then?

We didn't see Shaolin go to Bright Peak to capture him.

Yaoyue and Lianxing are notorious female demons in this world, so why hasn't Shaolin upheld justice?

Master Xinmei's martial arts strength, when converted to this world, is only at the peak of the Innate Realm, still some distance from the pinnacle.

When Long Xiaoyun saw that even Master Xinmei of Lian Shaolin had retreated, his face fell completely.

He slowly walked out of the hall and forced a smile at Qin Han.

That smile was uglier than a grimace.

"Brother, let's talk this out. Maybe it's all a misunderstanding."

Qin Han sneered, reached down and took the Mad Blade wrapped on his back, and lightly pressed it on the hilt of the Blood Drinking Mad Blade.

"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, it will become clear once I demolish Xingyun Manor."

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, a chilling killing intent rose in the courtyard.

The cold wind blew and snow fell softly in the courtyard.

The air felt heavy, pressing down on everyone's chests, making it hard to breathe.

"Master Xinmei! Are you really going to watch this villain massacre my Xingyun Manor?"

Long Xiaoyun did not consider himself a match for Grandmaster Qin Han. Seeing that Qin Han had drawn his sword, he knew that apart from Master Xinmei, no one present was a match for Qin Han.

"You expect that old bald monk from Shaolin to save you?!"

Qin Han chuckled.

Master Xinmei looked at the wounded soldiers scattered all over the ground, then at Qin Han who was standing there with a mocking expression, and finally lost face when he heard Long Xiaoyun's morally blackmailing words.

He's been in the martial arts world for decades, and with the prestigious name of Shaolin, he's always been treated like royalty wherever he goes.

When have I ever been called a bald monk by someone pointing their finger at me?

Not to mention there were quite a few people watching.

Grandmasters cannot be insulted, nor can Shaolin Temple!

"Amitabha."

Master Xinmei chanted a Buddhist prayer, but his voice contained little compassion; instead, it was filled with anger.

"Benefactor Qin, let's talk this out! How are you any different from the demonic path?! If you continue to be so stubborn, this old monk will have no choice but to die rather than let you continue to harm innocent people!"

With that, he stomped his cloth shoes hard on the ground.

The blue bricks cracked.

This Shaolin monk moved with extraordinary speed.

His two withered, large hands moved in the air, his ten fingers bending into hooks, the fingertips gleaming with a bluish-gray luster.

The air was torn apart, making a hissing sound.

This is one of the grappling techniques among the 72 Shaolin Arts, the Dragon Claw Hand.

This move, "Grasping the Clouds," targets Qin Han's Jianjing acupoint. If it's firmly grasped, the entire arm can be torn off.

Long Xiaoyun stared intently at the scene, a cold smile playing on his lips. Sure enough, these Shaolin monks were useful, and Qin Han was stupid enough to dare to call the Shaolin monks bald monks at this time.

The Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand is incredibly powerful; it can crush even stones into powder if you get close.

Qin Han stood still, not even blinking, and even stuck the Bloodthirsty Blade into the ground.

As he watched Xinmei's claws draw ever closer, the smile on his lips deepened.

"Innocent? You mean these scoundrels from Xingyun Manor?"

Qin Han's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Just as those sharp claws were only half an inch away from his shoulder, Qin Han made his move.

He didn't hide.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers hooked, and the angle of his wrist rotation was exactly the same as that of Master Xinmei.

Even the sharp energy emanating from their fingertips was exactly the same.

However, Xinmei's eyebrows were bluish-gray, giving off a sense of gloom.

A pale golden light swirled around Qin Han's fingers, so domineering that it was impossible to look directly at him.

The Lesser Formless Skill is formless and shapeless, simulating all martial arts under heaven.

Driven by the Northern Darkness True Qi, a technique mastered by Qin and Han masters, this counterfeit Dragon Claw Hand was even more ferocious than the original.

"Click."

The two palms collided in mid-air.

There was no dull thud from a clash of forces, only a crisp sound of bone cracking.

Master Xinmei's smug expression froze on his face instantly, and then his old face quickly turned red, turning into a liver color.

"ah--!"

A scream burst from the high monk's mouth.

His right index and middle fingers were twisted at a 90-degree angle, as Qin Han had actually snapped them off.

Qin Han did not retract his hand, but instead pressed down and grabbed Xinmei's wrist.

"What? Surprised?"

Qin Han stared at Xinmei's eyes, which bulged out from the pain. "If you don't have the ability, why are you taking the lead?!"

"Is this the Dragon Claw Hand that your Shaolin Temple is so proud of? Why is it so weak and limp, like a woman's? The Dragon Claw Hand should be used like this."

Master Xinmei was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat. His other hand instinctively wanted to retaliate, and he used a "bead-stealing" move to gouge out Qin Han's eyes.

Qin Han snorted coldly, his left hand striking first despite being behind.

"Snapped!"

The slap was crisp and loud.

Master Xinmei's hand, which he had just raised, was knocked to the side by the force of the blow, and he was spun around halfway in place.

Several blood-stained teeth flew out of his mouth and landed on the ground with a clattering sound.

The martial arts practitioners watching the scene were all dumbfounded.

That's Master Xinmei of Shaolin!

A top-tier martial arts master was being beaten like a three-year-old child.

Qin Han grabbed Xinmei by the collar of his blood-stained cassock and, with a little force, lifted the old monk, who weighed over 100 pounds, into the air.

"You...how could you...you know magic?!"

Master Xinmei's speech was slurred, his mouth was full of blood, and his eyes were filled with panic; he had lost all his former air of a high-ranking monk.

He couldn't understand it at all. It was one thing for this demon to be a grandmaster, but how could he also know the Dragon Claw Hand technique, and be so much more refined than his own?

"Your 72 Shaolin skills are so common now, do you think I'd find it strange at all?"

Qin Han moved his face closer, staring into Xinmei's cloudy eyes.

"Oh, I almost forgot, when Long Xiaoyun and the others were framing Li Xunhuan, your eyes weren't working properly, so your brain wasn't working properly either."

"Where was your Buddhist teaching when that hypocrite Zhao Zhengyi used women's reputation as a pretext?"

"Now that you can't beat me, you're starting to accuse me of using sorcery?"

With each question, Qin Han tightened his grip.

Master Xinmei's face turned purple from being strangled, and his legs kicked wildly in the air, powerless to resist.

"Shaolin Temple has a great reputation and great prestige."

Qin Han chuckled dismissively and flicked his right hand sharply.

Master Xinmei was sent flying, crashing heavily into the large water vat in the middle of the courtyard.

With a "whoosh".

The water vat shattered, and the icy well water mixed with blood soaked the high monk to the bone.

"Uncle-Master!"

"Form the formation! Quickly form the Arhat Formation!"

The Shaolin monks who had been hiding in the back finally realized what was happening.

A dozen or so monks, their eyes red with rage, rushed forward, trying to surround Qin Han.

Although these people are not good at fighting alone, once the Shaolin Arhat Formation is formed, even a grandmaster will have to put in a lot of effort.

Qin and Han didn't give them a chance to form a battle formation.

He slipped and stumbled.

The figure that was standing still suddenly became blurry.

Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).