After everyone was walking quickly for about half a quarter of an hour, Han Zhen at the front suddenly stopped and looked at the oncoming young man with a gloomy expression.
"Han Yi, why are you here?" he asked loudly.
Han Si and the other four people stopped behind him, followed Han Zhen's gaze, and their eyes widened in unison.
The young man who appeared opposite them was unexpectedly Han Yi, who had disappeared in Tianhai City for three months. At this moment, Han Yi was in ragged clothes, with his long dirty clothes tied casually with a cloth belt behind his back, and his clothes were covered with gray stains.
His original appearance was almost unrecognizable from his face, so it was no wonder that Han Zhen could recognize him at a glance.
"Han Zhen." Han Yi stared at Han Zhen, his eyes cold, and a terrible hatred suddenly surged in his pupils.
"You loser, I didn't expect you to have the courage to come to the Monster Mountain Range." A sarcastic smile appeared on Han Zhen's face.
"I didn't expect that with your strength, you would dare to come to the Monster Mountain Range. It's really brave." Han Yi retorted.
"Even though our strength is not good, we are still stronger than you, a loser who can't even use spiritual power." Han Zhen said, his face darkened, "Since I met you here today, I won't let you go easily."
I have to take care of grandpa's important affairs in Tianhai City, and I can never kill you. Today I finally got my wish."
"Very good, that's exactly what I want to say." Han Yi clenched his fists, with deep hatred on his face, and his expression was completely distorted, "I have wanted to kill you for a long time."
"Then come." Han Zhen's long sleeves trembled, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and moved quickly. In the blink of an eye, he came to Han Yi's eyes and slashed him with his sword.
Han Yi had no expression on his face, dodged sideways, and punched out at the same time, hitting Han Zhen's chest with lightning speed, and huge power spurted out.
"Poof." Han Zhen spat out a mouthful of blood, and his little body flew out uncontrollably.
"Young Master." A young man's face changed drastically, and he quickly rushed out to catch Han Zhen who was flying back.
"Pfft." Han Zhen spat out another mouthful of blood and looked at Han Yi whose eyes were about to burst, but his face was full of horror, "You, how is this possible? You obviously can't even use your spiritual power, how could this happen?"
"You can't even defeat someone whose spiritual power is frozen." Han Yi looked at him and shook his head with contempt, "You are really worse than a loser."
"Asshole, I want your life." Han Zhen broke away from the young man's arms and rushed towards Han Yi again, slashing down with his sword. Han Yi did not fight back, but just dodged.
"What's wrong, haven't you already advanced to the late stage of spiritual disciple? With this level of strength, you can't even touch a loser like me."
Han Yi had a smile on his face and dodged easily.
"Having taken up so many cultivation resources of the Han family, the result is such a waste. I wonder if the second elder will be so angry if he finds out about it?"
Han Yi shook his head.
"However, even if you can't defeat me, a person who can't use spiritual power, I don't think you have the shame to go back to see him."
Han Yi thought for a while and then said.
"No, you are so thick-skinned, you still have face no matter how embarrassed you are, right? If I were you, after practicing for so many years, but in the end I couldn't beat an ordinary person, I would have found a place where no one was around to give myself up.
Buried."
"Oh, it's hard for you to be so strong. Han Zhen, you are so powerful."
Han Zhen's face turned completely red because of Han Yi's anger, his eyes seemed to be shooting out of fire, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
"Han Yi, you are a bitch. Just like your mother, you are just the lowest servant of the Han family. If it weren't for my grandfather's mercy, how could you be alive today?"
Han Zhen's face twisted and he laughed.
"You bitches, you are all bitches, you should have died long ago."
Han Yi suddenly stopped dodging and looked directly into Han Zhen's eyes. A terrible murderous aura condensed in his pupils, and an evil aura suddenly surged out of his body, as if it was overwhelming.
"Don't insult my mother."
He flew out in an instant, and the ground beneath his feet exploded, causing dust to fly.
In an instant, Han Yi came to Han Zhen, with a huge anger on his face, and punched him in the chest.
Han Zhen's face changed drastically. He had never thought that someone could reach the speed of a spiritual cultivator without using spiritual power. But today he saw it in a person he called a waste.
With a click, the sound of the sternum breaking clearly reached everyone's ears. Han Zhen shot backwards, spurting out several mouthfuls of blood in the air, leaving a bloody splash.
Han Zhen was lying in the arms of a young man, looking at Han Yi with hateful eyes.
"Come together, give me...kill him." He roared angrily, "Kill him."
Han Si, Han Chong and Han Mo looked at each other but made no move.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" Han Zhen shouted angrily, "Believe it or not, when we return to Tianhai City, I will ask grandpa to destroy you."
But the three of them really didn't seem to hear Han Zhen's words and remained motionless.
"Okay, very good." Han Zhen grabbed the sleeve of the young man next to him, "Han Luo, go, go... kill him for me, as long as you can kill him...
I’ll give you ten Hailing Pills.”
The young man named Han Luo looked shocked. He stared at Han Zhen with an expression of disbelief. Hai Ling Dan is a cultivation resource that can only be used by family elders. The children of the family are not qualified to possess that kind of spiritual elixir that assists in cultivation.
One pill can save them months of hard work.
"Don't forget, who is my grandfather? He is the second elder of the family, and he has Hai Ling Dan."
"Okay, I'll go." Han Luo gritted his teeth, stood up and pulled out the long sword from his waist.
Just when he was about to take action, Han Yi suddenly waved his hand and said.
"I'm not interested in you, Han Si, Han Chong, Han Mo, you three can deal with him."
"What?" Han Luo and Han Zhen exclaimed at the same time, turning to look at Han Si and the others. They slowly drew out their long swords and surrounded Han Luo, their bodies surging with spiritual power.
"How is it possible for you? You actually... dare to betray me." Han Zhen roared angrily, some at the top of his lungs, "What benefits has this trash given you?"
"Master Zhen, are you still unwilling to wake up? Master Yi, you are no longer a waste who cannot cultivate spiritual power." Han Chong said calmly.
"What?" Han Zhen and Han Luo exclaimed at the same time again, "How is it possible?"
Han Yi walked over from a distance and stopped in front of Han Zhen and Han Luo.
"Nothing is impossible." He said, raising his hand, red and green spiritual power surged between his fingers.
"Feng Yan Jue." Three words popped out of Han Zhen's mouth, and his voice seemed to be trembling.
"Han Luo, I can give you a chance. If you want to survive, come here and kneel at my feet." A huge evil aura enveloped Han Yi, and Han Luo suddenly trembled and his face turned pale.
What a terrifying aura. What had he experienced to be able to gather such aura? Han Luo murmured in his heart, not even the family elders had this kind of aura.
"I...will, surrender." Han Luo said with difficulty despite Han Yi's released momentum.
"Very well, then stand behind me."
Han Luo took steps and left Han Zhen.
"Asshole, I will never allow anyone to betray me, never allow it." Han Zhen suddenly jumped up from the ground and stabbed Han Luo's body with a sword.
"Hmph, you dare to take action in front of me." Han Yi took a step forward, leaving an illusory shadow on the spot. He appeared in front of Han Zhen, holding the sword he thrust between his two fingers, not moving at all.
"You really disappoint me. You are not worthy of being my opponent at all." He exerted force between his fingers, and the long sword broke. The broken sword body ejected and pierced Han Zhen's throat.
Han Zhen fell down weakly, with an indistinct hum coming from his throat. His eyes were full of unwillingness and fear of death.
Han Yi exhaled. After killing Han Zhen, he suddenly felt much more relaxed, as if something that had been stuck in his heart had disappeared, his blood flow became smoother, and his breathing became smoother.
He looked at Han Zhen's body and said nothing for a long time. Little guy, I have avenged you, and you can finally rest in peace.
"Master Yi, what should we do now?" Han Si asked behind him.
"Let's bury Han Zhen's body first." After saying that, Han Yi walked to the side and sat down against a big tree. A small head stuck out from his arms and looked around, looking sleepy.
.
"You little guy is quite capable of sleeping. There was such a big movement just now, and you just woke up now." He flicked the little fox on the head with his finger.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Han Si and others took care of Han Zhen's body and walked to Han Yi's side.
"Everyone, please sit down."
"Yes, Master Yi." Several people sat down cross-legged around Han Yi obediently.
"I forgot to ask just now, what are you doing in this Monster Mountain Range?"
"Master Yi, have you forgotten? In two months, the Han family's annual family competition will be held. We accompanied Han Zhen here to practice." Han Si replied.
"I see, I haven't participated in the family competition for three years." Han Yi smiled, "I wonder what the rewards of this competition are?"
"I heard from Han Zhen that the reward for the top eight is to practice any low-level spiritual skill. The reward for the top four is one spiritual skill plus a sea spirit pill. The reward for the first place is one spiritual skill.
A sea spirit pill, a fire heart grass with hundreds of years of medicinal power."
"Fire Heart Grass with hundreds of years of medicinal power." Han Yi's heart moved and his brows furrowed slightly.
"Luo You, do you think I should participate in this family competition?"
"Of course you have to go. Fire Heart Grass, which has hundreds of years of medicinal power, is enough to help you completely refine Yin Sha. How can you miss such a good thing?" Luo You replied.
"But I don't want to expose the fact that I have recovered my cultivation in front of the people of the Han family." Han Yi said with some worry, "If they find out, it will inevitably cause a lot of trouble."
"Don't worry, I will use the power of my soul to hide you. As long as you don't use your spiritual power, it is impossible for the spiritual masters of the Han family to detect it. Moreover, with your current physical strength, you are enough to defeat the many spiritual disciples of the Han family.
I am a monk and won the first place."
"In that case, then I will go back and participate in this family competition." Han Yi said with a smile, "I have decided on that fire heart grass."
"Okay, now I plan to return to Tianhai City to participate in this family competition. As for you, you should stay here for a while. If you go back with me, you will inevitably arouse suspicion." Han Yi stood up and said,
"As for Han Zhen's death, you can find a reason to report it to the second elder."
"Also, don't tell anyone about the fact that I have restored my cultivation. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master Yi."
Just as Han Yi was about to leave, he turned around and waved to Han Luo, and a white light beam shot into his forehead.
"Master Yi, what does this mean?" Han Luo's expression changed drastically.
Han Yi turned around without looking back.
"Go and ask Han Si and the others."
As he spoke, he moved and quickly flew out of the forest, and soon disappeared.