Chapter 1253

Zhao Yun was holding a spear in his hand. He was splashed with a lot of blood on his white clothes. There was a shallow scratch on his right side face. He didn't know whether he was hurt by Han Qiong's attack or by the aftereffect of their fight.

Compared with Zhao Yun, Han Qiong is more miserable. The big gun in his hand is broken in two. He only holds half of the barrel in his hand. At his right shoulder, a blood hole with a thick bowl mouth is eye-catching.

If it was not for his amazing accomplishments, I'm afraid the injury alone would have killed him!

"Cough I lost... " Han Qiong reluctantly stood up and coughed, each mouthful would bring out a lot of red blood.

As for Zhao Qiong's strength, he is not so hurt as he is now.

Even if he knew that Zhao Yun was Xiao Tian's disciple, he could not speculate with common sense.

But after all, he was a strong man of the old generation who had been famous for many years, but now he has been defeated by a younger generation. Even if he is open-minded, he can't ignore it.

"It was the elder who let the younger generation," Zhao Yun put the spear back on the weapon rack beside him, and said with a smile to Han Qiong: "just now the younger generation is just lucky to win. If we fight again, the younger generation may not be able to win."

"You don't have to make excuses for me," Han Qiong shook his head and said solemnly, "to win is to win, and to lose is to lose. Without so many excuses, if I lose, that's because I'm incompetent. How can I get lucky?"

After that, without waiting for Zhao Yun to open her mouth, Han Qiong turned her eyes to Han Xing and said in a deep voice: "xing'er, go to the front of the martial arts school to post a notice. From today on, the Han's martial arts school is closed."

"Uncle!" Hearing Han Qiong's words, Han Xing was surprised at first, and then quickly advised him, "this martial arts school is your hard work!"

Since Han Qiong founded Han's martial arts school, he has been around Han Qiong. He saw Han Qiong develop an ordinary martial arts school to its present appearance. Naturally, he knew how much effort Han Qiong spent in it.

Now Han Qiong is going to close the museum. How can he not be surprised?!

"I'm old," Han Qiong shook his head and said with a gloomy look: "there is no need to open the Han's martial arts school. If you are willing to continue to learn martial arts with me, you and I will go back to their hometown in Hejian. If you don't want to, I won't ask for it."

Zhao Yun just now and the battle, although not seriously injured, but also let him realize that he no longer belongs to this era.

Whether it was Lu Bu Lu Fengxian, the outstanding "flying general" in Bingzhou; or it was said that he was born in Jieliang of Hedong, who made a big fuss in Hedong county city, and defeated Guan Yu Guan Yunchang, eight masters in the same realm with one enemy; or Zhao Yun, who was only 12-3 years old, but was able to stabilize his head, were the leaders of the younger generation.

In contrast, he is already old. In his fifties, although he can only be said to be in the prime of life because of the success of internal Qi cultivation, he is much worse than Zhao Yun and others.

In this case, rather than continue to occupy the title of a gun king in Hebei Province, leading to constant challenges, he might as well go back to his hometown to live in seclusion and teach his disciples at ease.

"That nephew will go back with you," Han Xing said immediately, knowing that he could not persuade Han Qiong without hesitation.

"We would also like to go back to the river with master!" Han Qiong's remaining six disciples also said without hesitation.

As for other Han's martial arts school disciples, they didn't make a statement. However, both Han Qiong and others could guess their ideas, but no one pointed them out.