Han Xueling glanced at Han Jiulin lightly and said: "No matter what he does, he is just a waste who can't practice. Unlike the rest of us, we are all the sweet sons of heaven who are very likely to be admitted to Guangming Academy in a few days.
There is an insurmountable identity gap between him and us, and talking to this kind of trash is a complete waste of time."
Han Xueling wanted to look down on Han Yu who was unable to practice. She came to the Giant Spirit Auction House this time for the Purple Shirt Pill and planned to attack the magical power realm. As long as she entered the magical power realm, Lingyun would no longer be able to overwhelm her, and she would be able to
She became the most popular and talented girl in the Qinglong Palace.
Han Ze is the son of Uncle Han Yu, but he is narrow-minded. He was scolded by Han Jiulin until he vomited blood, and he has always been brooding about this matter in his heart.
Different from Han Xueling's unwillingness to pay attention to Han Jiulin, after seeing Han Jiulin, he immediately strode to Han Jiulin and sneered: "Han Jiulin, I haven't seen you for three months. I thought you were dead. People like you
Trash, why can you still live for so long?"
Han Jiulin smiled faintly and asked, "I'm also curious as to why you were able to survive the experience in Huangyan Ridge. Did you escape by hiding behind a woman's butt?"
Han Ze's expression suddenly changed, and then he said with a smug smile: "Besides having sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, what else do you have?
I gained a lot from this experience in Huangyan Ridge. Now I am a strong man at the peak of the Yuan Dan Realm. I am destined to enter Guangming Academy and become a well-known strong man throughout the Canglan Empire.
You loser, are you greedy?
Before long, you won’t even be qualified to speak in front of me! Do you understand?
waste!"
"You brat, if you speak politely, if you dare to bully me, Brother Lin, do you believe I'll beat you all over the place?"
Baili Xinghuo was furious at the side. Han Ze made him so angry that he couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and wanted to beat Han Ze up.
Han Jiulin stretched out his hand to stop Baili Xinghuo and said: "This is an internal matter in the Qinglong Palace, and you are not suitable to interfere."
Han Ze raised his head and sneered: "In my eyes, you and Han Jiulin are both absolute trash, how dare you attack me?
I can crush you to death with one finger!"
Baili Xinghuo gritted his teeth and said, "Fuck you, if Brother Lin hadn't stopped you today, I would have stuffed your head into a mouse hole!"
Han Ze was also angry. He was a direct descendant of the royal family. He had never heard of Baili Xinghuo, a scoundrel who cursed the streets. He opened his eyes angrily and shouted: "What kind of pariah dares to insult me like this? I have to do this today."
I will beat you into a cripple!"
The words fell.
"Buzz!"
In Han Ze's palm, a large amount of spiritual energy quickly condensed into a spiritual energy sword!
"Han Ze actually cultivated the Spiritual Qi Sword. His cultivation level is almost at the top of the world in the realm of Proud Ninth Level. He has at least a 70-80% chance of passing the assessment of Guangming Academy."
"This man is a direct descendant of the Qinglong Prince's Palace. He is worthy of being a descendant of the Prince's Palace. He is young and promising."
Many young cultivators around him had expressions of envy and awe on their faces at this moment.
At Han Ze's age, he can cultivate to the peak of the Yuan Dan realm and also refine a spiritual energy sword, which can be said to be quite powerful.
When Han Ze heard the comments from the people around him, he felt very proud. He looked at Baili Xinghuo with murderous intent in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, the spiritual energy sword struck at Baili Xinghuo's legs!
The sword energy is like a white streak!
Han Jiulin's face darkened. Han Ze's attack was too vicious. If Baili Xinghuo was just an ordinary person who had never practiced cultivation, would he be like his grandfather lying in bed all day long after this sword attack?
"Wow!"
Han Jiulin opened his mouth and spit out a burst of red fire. It came first and hit Han Ze directly. The huge impact suddenly knocked Han Ze away. He was in mid-air and was burned by the fire.
During this time, the clothes on the entire chest were in tatters, and the skin and flesh were burnt black!
"Bang!"
Han Ze fell to the ground, screaming miserably. While rolling on the ground, he managed to extinguish the raging fire with his kung fu. His chest was already charred and festering, and he lay on the ground dying.
This small auction house was eerily silent for a moment.
The people around him all stared at all this with their eyes wide open and their mouths agape.
Especially the talented disciples of Prince Qinglong's Mansion were shocked and speechless!
How is this possible? The person who just took action was really Han Jiulin, a loser?
In the Qinglong Palace, he was treated as a trash joke for more than ten years, but he could actually spit out fire snakes and beat Han Ze to the point of dying with one blow?
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it!
Han Xueling also looked at Han Jiulin in shock and disbelief.
What was his innate magical power and power just now?
Could it be that he is already at the level of supernatural power and his cultivation level is higher than hers?
He has been hiding his clumsiness?
Before this, Han Xueling had looked down on Han Jiulin and felt that he was not worthy of comparison with her.
But at this moment, she suddenly realized how ridiculous her previous thoughts were.
Han Jiulin stood with his hands behind his hands, his face indifferent, and indifferent to the looks in these people's eyes.
Baili Xinghuo chuckled and walked to Han Ze's side.
Looking at Han Ze who was about to be burned to cokes, he asked with a smile: "Who did you say was a waste just now?"
Han Ze looked at Han Jiulin, who should be familiar with him, with a face full of pain. He felt as if he had never known him before and was very strange.
Then he turned his attention to Baili Xinghuo, unwilling to bow his head to this unknown person, gritted his teeth and said: "You are a waste!"
Baili Xinghuo reached out and slapped Han Ze, making Han Ze dizzy!
Han Ze was shocked to find that the young man in front of him was not much lower than him!
For a moment, he felt humiliated and a little frightened. Seeing Baili Xinghuo raise his palm again, he quickly said: "I am a waste, I am a waste."
"If you had admitted it earlier, wouldn't it have been so troublesome?"
After Baili Xinghuo sneered, he slapped Han Ze on the face again, knocking Han Ze unconscious.
The genius disciples of Prince Qinglong's Mansion were still looking at Han Jiulin in confusion at this moment. No one stopped Baili Xinghuo or helped Han Ze up.
At this time, a rather luxurious ancient car happened to be driving in the distance.
There was a man sitting in the carriage, it was Zheng Man.
From a distance, he saw the eye-catching Han Jiulin in the crowd. His eyes burst out with hatred, and he said in a cold voice: "Han Jiulin, I will kill you!"
Two months ago, Zheng Man failed in his pursuit of Han Jiulin, and was almost killed by Han Jiulin instead. This hatred was so deep that he penetrated his bones!
At this time, the enemy met and was extremely jealous!