Heroes don't suffer immediate losses.

The black and white impermanence that Han Qianqiu relied on has been defeated.

He couldn't be Ye Junsheng's opponent at all, so he could only do what Ye Junsheng ordered.

After the master of the Han family came, he asked Ye Junsheng to pay a heavy price.

Sooner or later, this beautiful woman will be his.

"Remember what I said earlier. ”

Ye Junsheng said methodically.

Han Qianqiu's back was cold, and he felt an inexplicable chill.

"What do you want? Let me tell you, my Han family is an existence that you can't provoke, if you dare to touch me, you will definitely have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth. ”

"Did I tell you that trouble comes from the mouth?"

Ye Junsheng's eyes narrowed.

Han Qianqiu's body tensed, and he was silent.

Ye Junsheng grabbed Han Qianqiu's hand unhurriedly, slapped it with his palm, and his internal strength rushed into his body like a fierce beast, making him feel painful.

Yes!

Han Qianqiu's terrible screams were endless.

"You kill me, kill me......"

Han Qianqiu usually acts cruelly and viciously, relying on the Han family's family background to bully people. He never thought that he would end up in such a miserable fate one day.

His body couldn't withstand the internal strength that Ye Junsheng entered, and dense blood marks appeared all over his body.

Shocking.

Unspeakably tragic.

Han Qianqiu fell in a pool of blood, his body convulsing continuously.

About half an hour has passed.

There was the sound of messy footsteps outside the palace.

After a while, a team of 100 people appeared.

The leader is an imposing middle-aged man, who looks five points similar to Han Qianqiu.

Han Qianqiu's Laozi, Han Zhiming.

His cold eyes swept across the audience, lingering with bloodthirsty killing intent.

When he saw Han Qianqiu's tragic situation, the killing intent was like substance.

"Who did it?"

The sound is like thunder, deafening.

Ye Junsheng was calm, "You are Han Fenglin's third son, Han Zhiming?"

Han Zhiming jumped like thunder, his eyes were full of fierce killing intent, "Where did you come from, dare to provoke the Han family?!"

"Isn't it that your Han family still doesn't know about the head of the Suzaku statue in Suzaku Square?"

Ye Junsheng looked at him with a smile.

Han Zhiming was furious, "It's you!"

"Your Han family is really an afterthought, they all say that the Suzaku statue is where the Han family is in Zhujiang, but why do I think the Han family doesn't care?"

Ye Junsheng said lightly: "Han Zhiming, did you bring so many people?"

Han Zhiming's eagle-like eyes stared at Ye Junsheng, "Today I will definitely make you worse than dead!"

"Don't talk too much. ”

Ye Junsheng looked at him playfully.

With a wave of Han Zhiming's hand, the people he brought were scattered, and they quickly showed a trend of encirclement.

"Say, why do you want to go against the Han family?"

"Against the Han family?"

Ye Junsheng tapped his fingers and said calmly: "Your Han family can't get into my eyes." ”

Han Zhiming's eyes flickered.

Han Qianqiu roared in pain, "Dad, what do you have to do with him, hurry up and kill him." ”

"Shut up!"

Han Zhiming shouted angrily, and looked at Ye Junsheng again, "What do you want to do?"

Ye Junsheng's slender five fingers stretched out, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I want to step your Han family into the soil, and I will never be able to turn over." ”

Han Zhiming's face was pale, and his anger was burning.

Ye Junsheng's words were simply declaring war on the Han family.

"You want to be an enemy of the Han family?"

Han Zhiming's eyes were full of scarlet blood.

Ye Junsheng snorted a little impatiently: "Are you Han Zhiming deaf? I said it, the Han family still can't get into my eyes." ”

Han Zhiming laughed angrily.

"Then I'd like to see how capable you are, and dare to speak so wildly. ”

"Hu Lao!"

An inconspicuous old man walked out beside Han Zhiming, his body was emaciated and his body was full of life.

The cloudy eyes flashed with the spirit of the dementor, locking Ye Junsheng.

"The old man can crush him to pieces with a finger. ”

Ye Junsheng was slightly surprised, "I didn't expect your Han family to hide such a master, but it surprised me." ”

Seven Realms of Channeling!

Not at its peak, though.

The old man raised his fingers, and his robe was windless, and at the same time, a terrifying aura of murder permeated.

Liu Meng's expression was solemn.

In the next moment, the old man pointed out.

In an instant, the wind was fierce, and the bright light burst out of his body, and the light was dazzling, making people subconsciously close their eyes.

The old man has already touched the threshold of legend, however, with his state, he is afraid that it will be difficult to live to one day.

Ye Junsheng took a step forward, and the terrifying evil aura swept out overwhelmingly. In an instant, the pervasive aura of slaughter was suppressed.

The old man's eyes froze.

I only felt that I was not facing one person, but thousands of troops who had returned from the battlefield and were in a bad mood.

Swallow mountains and rivers like a tiger!

Ye Junsheng's eyes were like sharp blades, and the old man was shocked.

The eagle looks at the wolf.

What a terrible look!

This son is extraordinary.

There is a powerful aura in his gestures.

However, as a peak powerhouse of the Seven Realms of the Divine Realm, how could he be afraid of a young man.

He tilted his palm and swung out with a knife.

The terrifying aura tore through the air, like a roar of horror.

Leaving a ravine half a meter deep and one meter wide on the hard marble floor.

The dust is so thick that you can't see everything clearly.

Han Zhiming had a strong sense of foreboding in his heart, and he asked in a low voice, "Old Hu, how is the situation?"

The old man shook his head and said, "This son is very unusual. ”

Han Zhiming's heart froze.

Hu Asan is the pinnacle powerhouse of the Seven Realms of the Eight Classics, and has already touched the threshold of the Realm of Legends, and the legend will be fulfilled in time.

However, even he was not absolutely sure to kill the person who was against the Han family in front of him.

Who the hell is he?

"Although you are not weak, you are still far from killing me. ”

The cold voice was like thunder, deafening.

The dust cleared.

Hu Asan and Han Zhiming's pupils suddenly shrank.

Hu Asan made a life-threatening move, but he was stopped by Shengsheng and stopped half a meter under Ye Junsheng's feet.

Hiss!

The audience was silent, and the pin drop could be heard.

Hu Asan's eyes widened, and he had no master's demeanor, and roared angrily: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

It took him all his life to reach the Seven Realms of Channeling Spirits and touch the threshold of legends.

If you want to really enter the legend, I don't know what year and month it will take.

Ye Junsheng put his hands behind his back, "Don't you think that the Seven Realms of the Gods can be invincible in the world?"

Huasan's eyes cracked, and a low roar came from his throat.

"Who the hell are you?"

Han Zhiming was worried in his heart.

How did the Han family provoke such a celestial figure?

Han Zhiming trembled, he had lived for decades, and he had never been so frightened as he was today.

Hu A-san was on the verge of despair, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

Where did this horrible guy come from.

Ye Junsheng's gaze fell on Hu Asan, "You make two moves, then ...... Pick me up and try it. ”

With a wave of his hand, a ray of white light whistled away.

Hu Asan's eyes were shocked, the hairs on his body stood up, and the powerful aura locked him, his body stiffened, and he couldn't move.