"Stop messing around and go back!" Saint Mingxin stood firm and glared at Ling Han.
You're kidding, he's not dead yet, will it be his disciple's turn to stand in front of him?
Ling Han broke out into a smile and said, "Sir, that's just an unknown soldier who popped out of nowhere, so what if he asked me to take a move from him?"
Nobody?
Everyone listened and couldn't help but feel excited. Aren't you crazy? We are even crazier!
"Senior Brother Ling, well done!"
"Senior Brother Ling, I love you!"
The freshmen screamed. They were young and had hot blood flowing in their bodies. They could catch up with them. But many old students were also infected and joined the shouting. Even if they were killed one by one by Hu Yingmu, their momentum would never be weakened.
People can lose, but the flag cannot fall.
Hu Yingmu's eyes turned cold. How dare a mere ant look down on him? He waved his hand and said, "Come here, I promise to chop you into pieces with one palm. Each piece will be the same size."
Ling Han slapped his hand: "Don't just brag, you will be slapped in the face later."
"Haha!" Hu Yingmu laughed. This young man is really crazy. Tsk tsk, he has already reached the pinnacle of the Ganges realm at just over a hundred years old. This qualification is really scary. Even the most talented person in their forbidden land is only like this.
It seems to be even worse.
Killing such a genius with your own hands should be a great feeling of accomplishment.
"The guy who gave birth to a son without an asshole, come up quickly. If you can take a step back, the dog master will obey you!" A barking voice sounded from the crowd.
Needless to say, it must be the big black dog. How could such excitement be without it?
Hu Yingmu's expression suddenly changed. In the first half of his life, he only focused on cultivation and never considered the issue of his descendants. After becoming a saint, although he married hundreds of women at once, it would be difficult for a saint to leave descendants!
This bitch actually cursed him to give birth to a son without an asshole, which really hit his pain point.
"Who's barking!" He glanced across the room with an extremely eerie look.
"It's your dog master, he has the ability to bite me!" The big black dog's voice was floating, sometimes here, sometimes there. Even the saint couldn't locate it, and its method was extremely magical.
Hu Yingmu let go of his consciousness, surging like a tide, to find the big black dog.
"Hey, do you want to fight? You are a saint after all, why are you so gibbering and dilly-dallying?" Ling Han said impatiently.
When everyone heard this, they laughed one after another.
This man, a dog, and a partner teased Hu Yingmu quite a lot, allowing them to clear away the haze of the Nine Saints' defeat.
Hu Yingmu fixed his eyes on Ling Han. Although he wanted to kill the big black dog, he couldn't find it for a while. So, it would be the same to kill Ling Han first. He was a super genius. Killing him would make him
He feels very accomplished.
Moreover, if you dare to mock him, shouldn't you die?
"Slow!" Saint Mingxin rushed out. There was no way he would let his disciples fight for him.
Hey, another avenue of golden light paved the way, and the Great Sage Xingsha appeared. He couldn't sit still anymore, waved his sleeves, glared at Ling Han, and said, "Go back!" Although this guy is not as talented as Gu Daoyi,
But the combat power of the same level is stronger, so he is very optimistic about it, and can't bear to watch it die.
"You can get out!" The Great Sage Xingsha turned around again and scolded Hu Yingmu.
But Hu Yingmu did not give up: "Hand over the people and the treasure, and I will leave naturally! Or, if any of you can take my move, I will not only leave, but I will also apologize and admit that I have underestimated you ants and trash!"
Are you all so arrogant in front of the Great Sage?
The Great Sage Xingsha's face was as dark as water, with murderous intent boiling over him, and there was an impulse in his heart to kill this person even if he provoked the Holy King.
"Sir, let me do it. Why do you need to be angry to deal with such a little pawn?" Ling Han stood up again and said with full confidence, "Believe me!"
A person from the Ganges River realm actually said three words "believe me" in front of the great sage. How courageous is that?
The Great Sage Xingsha couldn't help being overwhelmed by Ling Han's aura. He lost consciousness for a while and for the first time, he doubted in his heart whether he had seen it wrong.
Talent is of course important, but does Gu Daoyi have Ling Han's domineering attitude?
Such domineering, such self-confidence, such grace, even he was moved.
It’s incredible, this kid is bound to become a hero!
The Great Sage Xingsha could not help but secretly make up his mind to protect Ling Han. Even if he killed Hu Yingmu and provoked the Holy King, he would still do it recklessly. At worst, he would have to move the courtyard. With the size of the God Realm, where could he not find a place to stay?
Ling Han took a few steps forward and stood in front of Hu Yingmu, saying, "Just take one move?"
Hu Yingmu was not in a hurry anymore and said calmly: "One move."
Ling Han smiled and said: "How about three moves? I'm afraid that if you don't succeed in one move, you will become angry and find excuses not to admit it."
puff!
Many people immediately shouted out, "That's a saint." When facing a saint in the Ganges River realm, one move is the same as ten thousand moves. They are all killed in one move.
Ridiculing, Ling Han is making fun of Hu Yingmu.
Okay, good ridicule!
This Hu Yingmu is so arrogant and deserves to be beaten!
The big black dog man stood and couldn't help but touch his chin: "This boy is becoming more and more like Master Gou. Could it be that Master Gou accidentally left a seed back then?" Fortunately, Ling Han didn't hear these words, otherwise Ling Han would not hear this.
Han will definitely chase it and beat it to death.
Hu Yingmu was so angry that his eyes widened and he almost spit out fire.
This man's mouth is too bad, we can't let him say more, otherwise the saint may be angry to death!
Die, ant!
He took action directly and slapped Ling Han with one palm. He did not use any secret method, nor did he move the treasure clothes. It was just an ordinary palm. But when the saint took action, any casual blow was like the sky collapsing.
Next, who can stop me?
Boom, slapped with a palm.
The Xingsha Great Sage, Mingxin Sage and other ten saints were already ready to take action. Of course, they would not watch the disciples of their martial arts academy being bombarded to death, but the moment they were about to take action, they all let out a light sigh.
His expression was indescribably weird.
The students also thought that the Ten Saints would take action, but Hu Yingmu had already pressed down with his palm, but the Ten Saints remained motionless, like stone statues.
Why don't you care?
Why did you just watch Ling Han die?
How could this be?
The saint's blow was naturally terrifying, raising dust all over the sky, but it was quickly dissipating.
puff!
When everyone saw a figure emerging from the dust, they collectively spat out their words, and then all stuck out their tongues. Some people's eyes stared out, as if they had been struck by a petrification spell.
That was Ling Han, intact, not even the slightest injury.
A person in the Ganges realm, who is still in the Xiaoji position, actually received a blow from a saint, even if it was just a casual blow like this, this, this, this, this is definitely the most ridiculous thing in the world.
There is no reason for this. God must have made the wrong move.