Han Yi didn't say anything, but felt a little irritated for no reason as he watched Han Yusheng.
"Based on our blood relationship, you should call me big brother." Han Yusheng looked at him and smiled.
"I don't know why, but I feel disgusted when I see your smile." Han Yi frowned, and his voice was cold and without warmth.
"Really?" Han Yusheng was still smiling, seemingly not at all confused by Han Yi's abnormal mood.
Although you have forgotten that incident, do you still remember my smile? Han Yusheng thought in his heart, and his mind couldn't help but think of a past event many years ago.
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"Stealing the patriarch's seal is a capital crime." The elders looked at the women and children kneeling in the hall.
"Second Elder, Yi'er is still young and he is not sensible. Please let him go." The woman's face was filled with pleading and her face was pale.
"Hmph, my Han family's family rules will not make exceptions for anyone." The second elder snorted coldly.
"Master, please, please save Yi'er, he is your child." The woman looked at the man sitting on the seat and couldn't help crying.
"Master, according to the family rules of the Han family, stealing the master's seal is a death penalty." The second elder looked at Han Mofeng, "The master is making an exception for his own children, but it will damage your dignity."
"Three..." Han Mofeng turned to look at the third elder and fourth elder on the other side. The two old men looked at him and shook their heads imperceptibly.
When the woman saw this scene, her face slowly turned pale and she was completely despairing. She hugged Han Yi and whispered in his ear.
"Yi'er, you should listen to your father carefully from now on. Mother is useless and can no longer protect you."
After the woman finished speaking, she suddenly raised her head.
"Master, the 26th rule of the Han family is that if a young son makes a mistake, his father or mother will receive the punishment on his behalf. I am willing to bear the consequences for Yi'er's mistakes."
The woman slowly let go of Han Yi's hand, stood up and flew into the wooden pillars in the hall. Blood instantly splashed out and scattered in the hall. The color of the blood was so dazzling.
"Don't..." Han Mofeng stretched out his hand, but did not catch the woman. She fell from his hand like a kite with its string broken, and could no longer be retrieved.
Han Yi stared blankly at the woman lying on the ground, feeling that something was missing in his heart. It was so empty and so uncomfortable that he suddenly burst into tears, crying so sadly and heartbreakingly.
"A mere maid thinks that after giving birth to a child, she will fly up a branch and become a phoenix. Hmm, it's just a wishful thinking."
A woman with heavy makeup knelt down behind Han Yi, put her hand on his neck and squeezed it, and spoke in a voice that only Han Yi could hear.
"You bitch, one day I want you to die like that woman."
Behind the woman, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy showed his head and looked at Han Yi with a smile.
"Brother, brother." Han Yi reached out to grab the boy's sleeve, but was knocked down by the boy's palm.
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"Brother, do you want to fight with me?" Han Yusheng came back to his senses and stared into Han Yi's eyes with a smile on his face. The smile was exactly the same as the one in the hall many years ago, which made Han Yi feel upset. Confused.
The disgust in Han Yi's heart became stronger and stronger. He forgot those things, but he always remembered this smile.
"Let's get started. If you don't want to lose too ugly, draw your sword." After he finished speaking, black evil energy surged out along his arm, flowing around his five fingers, and in an instant it turned into a four-foot long sword as black as ink. .
"Your strength is pretty good, but not enough for me to draw my sword." Han Yusheng said calmly, "Unless you still have something to hide, you will lose."
"Really? You were not my opponent three years ago, and you will not be my opponent three years later."
After Han Yi finished speaking, he swung out, and the long sword condensed with evil energy quickly pierced Han Yusheng's throat. Han Yusheng tapped his toes and shot backwards. Han Yi stepped forward one after another, chasing after him with his long sword. He stabbed from all kinds of tricky angles.
Han Yusheng held the hilt of the sword to block, and the terrifying power came from the sword, but he seemed not to feel it at all. No matter how Han Yi attacked, he could calmly resolve it.
"Is this all you have? How dare you come back and challenge me." Han Yusheng whispered to Han Yi.
The sword in Han Yi's hand suddenly changed. Evil energy was continuously injected into it. The sword that was two fingers wide and four feet long stretched and expanded crazily. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a sword that was half a foot wide and more than two meters long. Greatsword.
He didn't say much. He just stepped forward and slashed with his sword. The terrifying blade flashed with a dark light and made a sharp sound when it fell. Han Yusheng's expression changed slightly, and his speed increased to the extreme. Leave under the edge of the sword.
Boom, the giant sword fell on the martial arts stage and was deeply embedded in it. Huge cracks spread and it looked terrifying.
"Very good, this makes it interesting." Han Yusheng held the scabbard with his left hand and slowly drew the sword. A golden light shot out from the sword, making people's eyes hurt.
"It's a spiritual weapon. The sword in Master Yu's hand is actually a spiritual weapon." Someone in the family exclaimed.
"What, it's a spiritual weapon. No wonder he never draws his sword." Han Ming muttered after being defeated by Han Yusheng.
"Spirit weapon, the Xu family of Luoxia City is really wealthy." The third elder said and glanced at Han Mofeng.
"Based on the quality of this spiritual weapon, the price is probably over 1.5 million gold coins." The great elder said.
"Although Yu Sheng's mother is the daughter of the head of the Xu family, for a child with a foreign surname to be equipped with such a spiritual weapon, the strength of the Xu family is indeed not comparable to that of our Han family."
The fourth elder shook his head and said.
On a high building to the east of the martial arts arena, a woman in red palace clothes stood on the wooden railing and looked down, with a somewhat malicious expression on her face.
"That bitch can actually cultivate his physical body to such an extent."
"Miss, don't worry, Master Yu has the Golden Cloud Sword given by the master of the family, so he won't lose." said the man behind the woman.
"Of course I believe that Yu'er won't lose, but when I saw that bitch could go from a waste to where he is now, I wanted to kill him."
"Don't worry, he won't live long."
"Oh, Han Zhu is all ready."
"Everything is ready."
"Okay, great. I've been waiting for this day for a long time. Since Han Mofeng is unwilling to obey, don't blame me."
After the woman finished speaking, her eyes turned to Han Mofeng, her eyes full of resentment and madness.
On the martial arts field, Han Yi held up a giant sword to confront Han Yusheng, while the evil energy was silently circulating in his body.
Han Yusheng seemed impatient to wait. He flew out and drew out arcs of light with his golden long sword, slashing at Han Yi's body fiercely. Han Yi kept retreating, although his body could defend himself. Attacks from mortal weapons, but that level of defense is still too fragile for spiritual weapons.
Soon, he was forced to the edge of the martial arts stage by Han Yusheng, and the disciples in the audience suddenly felt anxious. Han Yi watched Han Yusheng swing his sword without turning his eyes. At a certain moment, he suddenly stepped forward and slashed with his giant sword. It fell, bringing with it a strong whirlwind.
The sword shadow that danced in Korean collided with the giant sword, and a terrible force surged over him. He fell back a few steps uncontrollably, his chest felt heavy, his blood surged, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Taking advantage of the victory, Han Yi pursued, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Han Yusheng, and slashed his head with a sword. Han Yusheng's expression changed slightly, Han Yi's physical strength was beyond imagination, and even with the power of his full-strength spiritual blast, he could not catch it. Down.
With the strength of his feet, he quickly stepped back. Han Yi's sword landed on the martial arts platform. The martial arts platform shook with a loud bang, gravel flew, and a sword mark appeared under Han Yi's feet. Dense cracks followed the sword mark. Spread down.
Han Yi stamped his foot and shot out. The giant sword stabbed straight at Han Yusheng's throat. The strong wind roared, making his skin hurt.
"This bastard can actually cultivate his physical body to such an extent. Where did he get such a terrifying body-refining technique?" Han Yusheng thought in his heart, as spiritual power circulated in his meridians, and he flashed on the martial arts stage. , so fast that afterimages were drawn out.
Han Yi's sword missed, and huge power exploded from his feet. The martial arts stage made an overwhelming clicking sound, and cracks appeared wherever Han Yi passed. With the terrifying power of his physical body, he pursued Han Yusheng Reluctant to give up.
The giant sword was waving in the air, and every time it was slashed, it would bring the sound of screaming in the air, and strong winds flew out. The onlookers of the family members involuntarily retreated from a distance of more than ten meters, and those strong winds swept across the air. Their bodies felt like they had been hit hard by someone, and the pain was unbearable.
"Han Yusheng, it seems that you are quite good at escaping." Han Yi mocked coldly.
He stopped in a corner of the martial arts arena and looked at Han Yusheng from a distance, with no expression on his face.
"Speed is also part of strength. If you can't catch up with me, you can admit defeat." Han Yusheng still looked at him and smiled.
"Your smile is really annoying." Han Yi said, inserting the giant sword in his hand into the martial arts stage. He formed seals with his hands, his fingers flashed, and dozens of seals were completed in the blink of an eye.
"Thorn of thorns."
As he spoke, he slapped the end of the hilt of the giant sword with his palm. Strange power surged. The giant sword suddenly turned into a strong evil spirit and spread along the martial arts stage. In an instant, black vines with spikes grew densely. All over the martial arts stage.
Han Yusheng looked at those thorns and vines with a gloomy expression. The appearance of these things completely restricted his movement, and now no matter how strong he was, he was useless.
This bitch, when did he become so thoughtful? Han Yusheng cursed in his mind, lowered his head and glanced at the Jinxia Sword in his hand, and looked at Han Yi as if he had made up his mind. How could he push me to this point? , very good, then I will send you to hell.
He stood motionless in the distance, all his spiritual power was poured into the Jinxia Sword in his hand, and the strong golden light rose up, making people unable to open their eyes. In a daze, it seemed like a burst of dragon roar rushed up from the sword. Yunxiao.