As we all know, the poor in literature and the rich in military affairs.
The cultivation of warriors can be regarded as going against the will of heaven. The four most important things are law and wealth, where law refers to inheritance, exercises, and martial arts. These are all within the scope of law.
As for wealth, the most important ones are elixirs, elixirs, and various cultivation resources.
Take Li Erdan as an example. To reach his current level of cultivation, he has taken a large amount of self-refined elixirs.
Fu Piaoxue, Xue Ba, Sun Yang, Gu Yifei and other top young talents at the top of the Xuantian Ranking have been practicing since they were young. Before they entered a level, their sects and families would prepare a large number of precious elixirs, elixirs, and blessings.
It was through his successful breakthrough that he could achieve such achievements at such a young age.
As for Han Shangzhi, because of his status as an illegitimate child, he was not welcomed in the Han family since he was a child.
Not to mention precious elixirs and elixirs, even the internal martial arts and martial arts that are practiced are practiced through hard work to help the family complete difficult tasks, stealing lessons, and so on.
In such a difficult environment, Han Shangzhi was able to rely on himself and cultivate to the level he is today, which is enough proof that Han Shangzhi is definitely a top-notch existence in terms of talent and standing.
"This guy really relied on himself and reached the mid-prefecture level today without taking any pills?
He must be bragging."
"I know this Han Shangzhi. He shouldn't be bragging. Didn't you hear Han Shangqiu scolding him like a little bastard when he opens his mouth and like a little bastard when he shuts up?
This Han Shangzhi is an illegitimate son of the head of the Han family. His mother died early and was brought back to the family by the Han family, but he has no status at all in the family, not even as good as a dog."
Hearing the comments from the people around him and the respectful looks he had never received before, Han Shangzhi took a deep breath and looked down at Han Shangqiu, who was still wailing on the ground.
"Han Shangqiu, remember how you made a bet with me before I entered the ring?
If I can't hold on to twenty moves in the ring, I'll get out of the Han family and never set foot in the Han family again.
If I persist for twenty moves, you kneel down and kowtow to me three times in front of everyone, and now you can cash in on your bet."
Han Shangzhi's indifferent voice sounded.
"You little bastard, you asked me to kowtow to you. What the hell are you dreaming about? Aren't you the illegitimate son of the little bitch my father found outside?
You little bastard, you still dare to ask me to kowtow to you, you are only dreaming."
Han Shangzhi, who was lying on the ground, let out an angry roar.
"Han Shangqiu, I warned you just now, if you dare to call me a little bastard, I will kill you.
Now you not only scold me, but also dare to humiliate my mother. You are forcing me to kill you."
Han Shangzhi, whose eyes were scarlet, seemed to have completely erupted from the humiliation he had suffered in the past twenty years at this moment, with a murderous aura that made everyone around him shudder.
"Go to hell."
Han Shangzhi, who was so angry, stepped out hard. The true energy was poured into this foot, and he stepped down hard.
If Han Shangqiu, a mid-level earth-level warrior, stepped on this foot, there would be absolutely no chance of his life.
At this moment, an angry roar sounded.
"Han Shangzhi, stop it."
Along with this roar, a figure suddenly flashed in front of Han Shangzhi and slapped Han Shangzhi on the heart.
If Han Shangzhi stepped down, he would definitely not be able to escape. In desperation, Han Shangzhi could only withdraw his foot and cross his arms on his chest.
"Bang!"
After a loud noise, Han Shangzhi took four or five steps back. When Han Shangzhi stabilized his body, he frowned when he saw the person who hit him.
"Tong Jian."
Han Shangqiu, who was lying on the ground holding his head, thought that he was going to die. He was so frightened that he peed. He huddled on the ground and shivered. The smell of urine made Tong Jian's face become extremely gloomy.
"Cousin, are you okay? I'm Xiaojian."
Han Shangqiu, who was covering his head on the ground, suddenly felt as if he heard a fairy voice when he heard this voice. He turned over and got up from the ground. When he saw Tong Jian in front of him, his face was filled with ecstasy.
"Cousin, kill this bastard quickly. This little bastard dares to hit me. Kill him."
Han Shangqiu roared angrily.
"Don't worry, cousin, as long as I'm here, I won't make this little bastard's life easy."
A cold voice came out of Tong Jian's mouth.
At this moment, Tong Jian stared at Han Shangzhi coldly, with murderous aura bursting out of his body.
"Han Shangzhi, you little bastard, you are still alive now.
My aunt is just too soft-hearted, she should have starved to death, you little bastard, when you were young."
Tong Jian said with a vicious voice.
"Crunch."
Han Shangzhi, whose eyes were on fire, clenched his fists with a crunching sound, and raging anger burned from his body.
Tong Jian's aunt, Han Shangqiu's mother, and the wife of the head of the Han family.
Because of his status as an illegitimate child, Han Shangzhi has always been angry with Aunt Tong Jian since he was a child. That vicious woman, including Tong Jian in front of him, has humiliated him all these years.
"Tong Jian, go back and tell your aunt that sooner or later, I, Han Shangzhi, will ask that vicious woman to pay back the debt she owes me ten times the price."
Han Shangzhi said coldly.
"Hmph! Han Shangzhi, do you think you still have a chance to take revenge?
You beat my cousin and you just want to leave like this?"
Tong Jian's cold voice fell and his figure moved.
Tong Jian, who was full of murderous aura, disappeared in the blink of an eye, using the famous unique skill of Tong Jian's master Dugu Chan.
Han Shangzhi's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
Han Shangzhi has known Tong Jian since he was a child. At that time, Tong Jian showed amazing talent in cultivation, and later he became a disciple of the famous casual cultivator.
He was often bullied by Tong Jian when he was a child and was beaten until his face was bruised and bruised. The strength of Han Shangzhi and even Tong Jian was definitely not comparable to that of his good-for-nothing half-cousin, and he was no match for Tong Jian.
"The Eighth Form of Haotian Fist."
His figure was like lightning and his fists were as fast as thunder. Just when Han Shangzhi knew he was outmatched and wanted to retreat quickly, Tong Jian's fist with fierce murderous intent had already hit Han Shangzhi's head.
"This Tong Jian is really ruthless. He uses the eighth martial arts skill as soon as he strikes. It seems that he is going to kill him."
"Hey! It's a pity that Han Shangzhi is a relatively powerful genius, but he can't be reincarnated."
Everyone around could see that Tong Jian had murderous intentions, and they all felt sorry for Han Shangzhi in their hearts.
But with the strength that Tong Jian has shown in the past two days, and the casual cultivator who is famous for protecting his shortcomings.
Although many people complained about Han Shangzhi, in the end they still chose to ignore the matter and ignore it.
Am I going to die like this?
Seeing the fist coming, Han Shangzhi was in a panic and could only resist it with all his strength.
"The Seventh Form of Yunlang Palm."
Boom! The fists and palms struck each other, and Han Shangzhi immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood. His face turned as pale as a sheet of paper, and his whole body kept retreating.
At this time, Tong Jian's eyes were even more murderous, and he roared angrily.
"The ninth form of the Haotian Fist, little bastard, I will send you to see your bitch mother right now."