Suddenly, the white light ball that collided with the Qingfeng long sword in Hua Wuyan's hand was "torn" and split into two, turning into two smaller light balls. At this moment, Hua Wuyan's Qingfeng sword only blocked one of the smaller ones, while the other one slipped out from the side of the sword.

Then, Xiao Han's white and shining palm turned half a circle in the air, and suddenly pushed forward with force.

At this time, on the opposite side, in front of Hua Wuyan, the white light ball that slipped away also turned half a circle in the air and suddenly hit Hua Wuyan's chest.

Unprepared, no one had any true energy to protect the body...

With a "bang!", Hua Wuyan's body suddenly became lighter, his feet lifted off the ground, and then there was a burning pain in his chest, a sweet throat, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out, and the whole person fell to the ground paved with white marble. For a while, it was a little difficult to move.

On the snow-white ground, a large area was stained scarlet by his blood. With a "clang" sound, the Qingfeng long sword in his hand also fell to the ground...

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, Xiao Han slowly walked towards Hua Wuyan, his bloodless face, cold and a little creepy at this time. In fact, Hua Wuyan guessed correctly. With his current cultivation, after using the unique skill in the Nine Yang Jue - "Scorching Flame Light Ball", there was indeed very little true energy left in his body.

Although this "Scorching Flame Light Ball" is powerful, as a unique skill in the intermediate skills, the consumption of true energy is also terrifying.

Now he has only practiced to the second level and can condense two light balls at a time. When he practices to the ninth level, he can condense nine light balls at a time, and each light ball can be divided into two, which is hard to defend. However, this is a matter for the future. With his current cultivation, condensing two light balls is already difficult enough.

Walking up to him...

Xiao Han first glanced at Hua Wuyan's left hand, and then he began to search around Hua Wuyan carefully, as if he was looking for something.

However, after searching for a while, he did not find what he was looking for, so he gave up.

But Xiao Han was a little confused. He clearly noticed that after the green disc easily blocked his white light ball, it turned back into the light yellow paper and flew back to Hua Wuyan's hand. Moreover, Hua Wuyan was still holding it in his hand when he fell to the ground...

How could it suddenly disappear?

But since he couldn't find it...it didn't matter. In fact, compared with the powerful defensive power of the talisman, he was more curious, because in the Western Region Baidi, let alone high-level things like talismans, even ordinary talismans were rare. After all, in a cracked place like Baidi, the cultivation civilization of the human race was too backward.

However, although the cultivation civilization of Baidi was backward, a top cultivation genius miraculously appeared more than a hundred years ago. It is said that the genius had no obstacles all the way and directly cultivated to the perfection of the golden elixir, becoming the strongest person in Baidi in the past thousand years. Unfortunately, later, the genius was finally stuck at the perfection of the golden elixir and could not make any progress. In order to seek a breakthrough, he resolutely left Baidi, but since then, there has been no news of him.

After searching in vain, Xiao Han squatted down and picked up the Qingfeng long sword that fell on the ground. He first waved it in his hand "咻咻咻..." for a few times, then raised the long sword and stared at it carefully. After looking at it for a while, his eyes were unconsciously a little hot, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good sword!"

Although Xiao Han had been staying in Baidi in the Western Region and had hardly seen any magic tools, after coming to Dongling, he had seen quite a few in some treasure pavilions that specialized in selling magic tools, but at that time he was always short of money and could not even afford the cheapest ones.

The Qingfeng sword in his hand was faintly fluctuating with Yuanli, and it seemed to be quite strong. Obviously, this was a low-level magic weapon, but it should be considered a relatively prominent one among the low-level ones. He noticed that among the hundreds of disciples watching, there were several disciples who were holding this kind of Qingfeng sword in their hands at the moment. Therefore, he guessed that this Qingfeng sword was probably the standard sword distributed to the new disciples by the sect, or distributed to some new disciples.

Holding the Qingfeng sword, Xiao Han finally came to Hua Wuyan. He smiled faintly and stared at Hua Wuyan on the ground without saying a word. However, his tepid smile made Hua Wuyan a little creepy. Hua Wuyan even felt that this smile was more frightening than the devil in hell.

"What...what are you going to do?" Hua Wuyan was sweating on his back, and he endured the severe pain in his chest and asked first.

Xiao Han did not answer Hua Wuyan's question. His eyes slowly moved down and finally landed on Hua Wuyan's legs. Suddenly, he looked up and said coldly: "Brother Hua, what do you think?"

"Why is he looking at my legs?" Hua Wuyan was sweating and stunned. He couldn't help asking himself. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat and a terrible thought suddenly popped up in his mind: "Could it be...could it be that he wants to avenge the 'injured leg' and wants to cut off my legs."

As soon as this thought came out...

Hua Wuyan's heart instantly went cold to the soles of his feet, because the signs in front of him showed that the boy really wanted to do this. If a cultivator lost his legs, he would be a cripple, which is more terrible than killing him.

"No! I... I can agree to any conditions you have..." The fear in his heart immediately made Hua Wuyan have no time to care about any face. He immediately burst into tears and begged.

"Sorry, I don't like to negotiate!" Xiao Han said coldly, and then slowly raised the Qingfeng long sword in his hand.

However, Hua Wuyan was just overthinking. Xiao Han did not want to cut off his legs, but just wanted to seriously injure his legs and teach him a lesson.

After all, Xiao Han knew in his heart that it was not a wise move for him to make a heavy grudge for no reason when he just arrived at the sect. However, although he could not be ruthless when he first arrived, it was necessary to teach him a profound lesson. More than two months after arriving at Dongling made him understand a truth: here, the strong are respected and strength is supreme.

However, just as Xiao Han raised the Hantie Qingfeng in his hand high and was about to fall, suddenly, a green light flashed and directly took away the Qingfeng sword in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, a tall figure fell from the air.

This was a very handsome young man with neatly combed black hair on his head, wearing a purple gold crown, shining, very fair skin, sword eyebrows and star eyes.

The young man's expression was the same as his, a little cold, but in terms of appearance, the young man in front of him was far better than him.

After the young man landed, he first squatted down and helped Hua Wuyan, who was already frightened unconscious, to the ground. The young man held Hua Wuyan's mouth with his left hand, keeping it open, and spread his right hand, "transformed" an unknown pill and fed it directly into his mouth. Then, the young man put two fingers together, and the fingertips flashed green light, and quickly tapped Hua Wuyan's chest a few times.

After a breath of air, Hua Wuyan suddenly opened his eyes, but his face was still bloodless and pale. Obviously, Xiao Han's previous scene scared him a lot.

Seeing Hua Wuyan wake up, the young man no longer cared about him. He stood up and looked Xiao Han up and down. His face was a little ugly, and he said coldly: "Good skills, good murderous intent!" Suddenly, Xiao Han felt a strong pressure, almost suffocating him. Only then did he see clearly that the facial contours and eyebrows of the young man in front of him were somewhat similar to those of Hua Wuyan. It was not difficult to guess that this person should be the big brother mentioned by Hua Wuyan, the Huangmen disciple of the foundation-building realm. Xiao Han saw the young man's face clearly, and at this time, the onlookers also saw it clearly. Suddenly, the scene of discussion suddenly became quiet, and then, all the disciples bowed their heads and bowed, like a gust of wind blowing over a sunflower, and said in unison: "Greetings, big brother. "

Xiao Han was a little confused when he saw this, because he found that among the disciples who saluted, there were several who were obviously much older than the young man in front of him. In addition, there were more than a hundred disciples on the field, all of whom came to watch casually. How could they all be from the same sect as the young man in front of him?

Later, he learned that the status of the disciples of the Sanqing Sect was not based on age or seniority, but the only basis was the cultivation strength of each disciple. However, this was understandable. After all, the entire Dongling was a place where the strong preyed on the weak, and strength was supreme. The Sanqing Sect was naturally no exception.

Moreover, the Sanqing Sect had a clear rule that low-level disciples must salute when seeing high-level disciples, otherwise once they were complained to the Criminal Law Hall by high-level disciples, they would be severely punished.

The young man in front of him was a Huangmen disciple who had successfully built his foundation. According to the sect rules, the disciples present must bow to him when they see him. Moreover, in order to distinguish him from the ordinary disciples, when they bow to him, a Huangmen disciple at the foundation-building stage, they must add the word "big" in front of "senior brother" to show that they have a higher status.

Of course, most of the four-door disciples who have successfully built their foundations do not care about these so-called empty names and empty rituals, and they are even more disdainful to report to the Criminal Law Hall for such a small matter. However, judging from the sudden reactions of the disciples on the scene, the young man in front of him obviously does not belong to this category.

Although Xiao Han was a little dissatisfied with the young man's secret pressure to intimidate him, he was very clear about the gap between him and the young man in front of him, so he still honestly learned from everyone else, bowed and bowed, and said respectfully: "Xiao Han, the disciple, greets the senior brother. "

The next scene also made Xiao Han secretly thankful for how wise his actions were.

The young man stared at Xiao Han coldly for a moment, but in the end he did not speak or make any movements. Instead, he turned his head and glared at Hua Wuyan on the ground, and shouted: "Waste, shame on you, get up quickly!"

"Yes."

Hua Wuyan responded, holding his still aching chest, and stood up. However, after taking the unknown pill that the young man fed him, his complexion was obviously much better.

After getting up, Hua Wuyan was trembling with fear, and he bowed to the young man in front of him like other disciples, and saluted respectfully: "Hua Wuyan greets the senior brother!"

And the young man did not feel uncomfortable at all when facing such an unfamiliar salute from his brother, but rather enjoyed the charm of it. After glaring at Hua Wuyan, he did not look at Hua Wuyan any more, but drove his sword away. However, after flying a hundred feet, he turned his head and looked at Xiao Han.