As soon as the fourth elder Gan Cang finished speaking confidently, his face suddenly darkened and his voice became cold and stern.
"Yushan, what are you doing?
Does a mere piece of trash from the Tianjian Sect need such a long battle?"
In the battle circle, when he heard his master's rebuke, Han Yushan smiled and protected his chest with the Qimen shield in his hand.
It was at this moment that Chen Wuya stabbed him.
"Ding Dong."
After a crisp sound, Han Yushan relied on the power of the stab to quickly retreat and distance himself from Chen Wuya.
, Obviously, Chen Wuya also heard Gan Cang's scolding, and was deeply afraid that the other party was cheating, so he did not rush to catch up. He placed his double thorns on his chest in a cross shape, making a defensive posture.
At this time, he was looking at Han Yushan, with a relaxed look on his face, and smiled at Yu Dingshan and others.
"Master, head, uncle, I just want to see what kind of skills this disciple of Tianjian Sect has. Unfortunately, what disappoints me is that the disciples of Tianjian Sect are just like that. With such strength,
In our sect, the ranks of third-rate disciples cannot rise to the top at all."
Han Yushan said extremely arrogantly.
"Hmph! You think too highly of me. I am just a handyman disciple in Tianjian Sect."
Chen Wuya replied coldly.
“Boy, do you really think that you can challenge me just because you can fight me a few times?
To tell you the truth, when I fought with you just now, I just played with you and didn't use any truly powerful killing moves.
But now I no longer have the patience to continue playing with you. I will take your life within thirty breaths at most."
Han Yushan showed extremely powerful self-confidence.
"Wow!"
Han Yushan showed such strong self-confidence that there was a burst of noise around him.
"This Han Yushan didn't use all his strength?
Chen Wuya of Tianjian Sect is in danger now."
"I don't think so. You know that Chen Wuya has no backup plan?
What if Chen Wuya also has a backup plan and it doesn't work?"
In the midst of a burst of discussion, dozens of silver rays of light suddenly flashed above Han Yushan's head.
Among the crowd, Tang Baiqing, the third elder of Baishou Mountain, suddenly exclaimed.
"This is the famous stunt of the Eighteen Deadly Needles, the fourth elder of Tianlei Sect, Gan Cang."
As soon as the name "Eighteen Deadly Needles" came out, there was a burst of noise in the surrounding area.
"Elder Tang Baiqing, I have also heard of these eighteen deadly needles. They are the famous secret treasure of Gan Cang, the third elder of Tianlei Sect.
But as far as I know, this kind of complete set of secret treasures has extremely strict requirements on the soul of the operator. Without the powerful power of the soul, it is simply not enough to control this kind of complete set of secret treasures.
And I heard that once a set of secret treasures exceeds the number of ten, practitioners below the Golden Core level cannot control them at all."
A middle-aged cultivator next to Tang Baiqing asked extremely humbly.
"Well, you are right. This kind of complete set of secret treasures requires a lot of soul from the operator.
As you said, although cultivators below the Golden Core level can also use the power of the divine soul, the power of the divine soul is not enough to control too many secret treasures.
For an ordinary cultivator, with a ninth-grade foundation-building level, being able to control eight or nine sets of secret treasures is already considered very remarkable.
However, in this world, there are some geniuses with extraordinary talents. Their natural soul power is stronger than ordinary people. Perhaps by chance, they took some kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure that enhances the soul. Their soul power is
Much more powerful than normal people.
This Han Yushan dared to take out the eighteen life-threatening needles. I guess that the power of this boy's soul is no longer weaker than that of the powerful Jin Dan. It seems that he is the kind of genius who is born with a strong soul. This kind of genius is simply too rare.
"
The third elder of Baishou Mountain said with some envy.
Not far away, two graceful figures stood in a deserted corner, secretly watching the battle here.
"Beautiful sister, these eighteen deadly needles are extremely lethal. Can that disciple of the Tianjian Sect withstand this wave of attacks?"
Si Kongying asked worriedly.
After hearing Sikong Ying's question, Yan Wushuang's beautiful eyes looked through the veil toward where Emperor Li Tian was.
Perhaps sensing Yan Wushuang's gaze, Li Tiandi turned his head and looked at Yan Wushuang, their eyes facing each other. They could feel each other's longing for each other, and the dragon souls and phoenix souls in the two people let out joyful cheers.
"Beautiful sister, look, the little thief has discovered us. He is smiling at me."
Si Kongying shouted excitedly.
Smiling at you?
Yan Wushuang smiled and said nothing, staring at the smiling Li Tiandi and said softly.
"That Tianjian Sect disciple was sent by Emperor Li Tian to face the enemy. I believe his vision is not bad. Although these eighteen life-threatening needles are powerful, I feel that the final victory should belong to the Tianjian Sect."
Yan Wushuang said firmly.
"Beautiful sister, after this meeting, I found that you are becoming more and more attracted to the little thief. Tell me if you have fallen in love with the little thief."
Sikong Ying tilted her little head and said with a gossipy face.
"boom!"
Ouch! A scream sounded out, and Sikong Ying jumped five or six feet away. He looked at Yan Wushuang warily, rubbed his little head with one hand, and said with an aggrieved face.
"Beautiful sister, if you don't learn well, why do you want to learn from that little thief? If you dare to fool me, I will ignore you."
Having been exposed, Yan Wushuang's beautiful face was stained with a layer of blush. Fortunately, there was a veil to cover her face. Otherwise, Yan Wushuang really didn't know how to face Sikong Ying, a little girl who spoke freely.
In the battlefield, the heroic-looking Han Yushan was full of confidence, looking at his opponent proudly, and his eyes were full of disdain.
"Young man from Tianjian Sect, please listen to me. These eighteen silver needles on my head are the secret treasures that made my master famous when he was young.
Over the past decades, countless masters have died due to this secret treasure of my master.
A few years ago, my master personally handed me this set of secret treasures.
I told my master at that time, don't worry, master, I will definitely live up to my master's expectations of me as a disciple, I will definitely carry forward this secret treasure of master, and I will never disgrace your reputation, master.
Over the past few years, I have practiced diligently and tried hard to master this set of secret treasures. I always remember in my mind what I said to my master back then. I also told myself secretly in my heart that I must not relax even a little bit and I must not call out
The master is disappointed.
By the way, I forgot to tell you, this set of secret treasures is in my hands, and I have never used it to fight against anyone.
In other words, this secret treasure has drunk the blood of countless strong men in my master's hands, but in my hands, it has not been able to drink real blood.
Today, I need your blood to refine this set of secret treasures. From today on, to be precise, from now on, these eighteen life-threatening needles will be carried forward in my hands, Han Yushan."