The words in the young man's mouth were very vicious, but no one dared to refute him, because they all saw that there was a black iron token hanging from the young man's waist, and a huge "yellow" character was very eye-catching.

It was the token of the Huangshan Marquis Mansion, and this young man who looked a little vicious was obviously the prince of the Huangshan Marquis Mansion who had never been in his eyes.

The many laborers on the stone platform moved again, but the steps under their feet seemed much heavier than before. I just don't know if it's because of the weight on their bodies, or because of the haze that weighs on their hearts.

The soldiers standing at the edge of the square also withdrew their gaze, although there was a faint flash of disdain in their eyes, but no one directly scolded him.

Although they were very disdainful of this gentleman, no one wanted to directly oppose him. After all, this is the son of a prince's mansion, even if he is no longer successful, his identity is very noble, and it is definitely not something that a few of their little soldiers can ignore.

As the wailing of the man with the broken leg gradually subsided, the other three people who fell to the ground woke up like a dream. Immediately they crawled around them, and with their still trembling hands, they clung to the edge of the wooden box.

I just don't know if it's because they were too scared, and they couldn't lift the box after trying several times, and the man who was pressed by the box on his right leg also stopped wailing and lay on his back on the ground with a pale face.

The pain in the place of the broken leg was unbearable, but even that could not hide the true despair in his heart. When his right leg was broken, he knew that his life was really over.

Although he does not seek fame and fortune in this life, he still wants to have a worry-free life for his wife, children and parents, although he can't get too much remuneration for helping here, but he is still young after all.

With his age, he could work for at least twenty years, and even if he was old by then, his children would have full wings.

These are his wishes, and they are also the thoughts he persists, but unfortunately all of them have been shattered in the whip just now.

The lowest-level martial artist, after breaking a leg, is tantamount to becoming a waste, especially in this monster-ridden Zhenhan Continent, there is no doubt that it will be a burden.

The man's palms were slightly bent, as if he wanted to crush the stone platform under his hands, a touch of resentment flashed in his slightly closed eyes, and a mouthful of steel teeth was almost crushed, I don't know what he was thinking.

The other three worked together, but in the end they couldn't lift the smashed wooden box, but the young man who had just thrown out the whip slowly walked here, looking at the three people who were still in vain, and a look of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Waste is waste, three people can't even move such a light box, what use do you need?"

As he spoke, the young man stretched out his left hand, which was not holding the whip, and grasped the edge of the wooden box, his fingers clenched slightly, and a strange light seemed to flash above the tiger's mouth.

An invisible wave of qi spread out in all directions, shaking back the three men who were still trying to move the wooden box, and they had reached the limit and sat down directly on the ground with a "plop".

Rise!

As a dark green color flashed in the young man's eyes, a low cry came out of his mouth, and the wooden box slowly rose from the ground in a tremor.

The eyes of the three men who were shocked flashed with shock, several of them were people who had experienced it firsthand, so they naturally knew how heavy these wooden boxes were. If it weren't for the special material of this ashlar platform and the formation pattern inscribed, I'm afraid that the force generated by the landing of this box alone would be enough to crack the bluestone.

But now the wooden box, which was difficult to move with the strength of the four of them, was lifted with one hand by the young man in front of him who seemed to have been hollowed out by wine, and the shock caused by this scene can be imagined.

The huge stone platform fell silent again, and the laborers who moved the wooden boxes, even the soldiers guarding in all directions, couldn't help but look sideways slightly.

Obviously, this Hou Shizi of Huangshan, who has always been known for his gentleness, suddenly showed such a hand, which is really a bit unexpected.

In the crowd, only a short-haired boy in a black linen dress saw some clues.

The weight of this wooden box is at least tens of thousands of catties, and if you want to lift it with one hand, you must at least have the cultivation of the martial arts realm. And with a light weight like him, I'm afraid it will be difficult for ordinary martial artists to do it.

But will a gentleman have the Tao of the martial arts realm?

The answer is obviously no, but the reason why he was able to do this is obviously with some ingenuity.

Manpower is limited, and it is difficult to carry heavy objects, but with the help of magic weapons, you can exert a power far beyond yourself.

In Han Ning's eyes, although this young man in a brocade robe only touched the wooden box with his left hand, he noticed in his eyes that the leather whip that was originally wrapped around his right hand had been shortened.

It was just a magic weapon, and it didn't have the ability to change its appearance at will, so it was clear that this seemingly short section was of another use.

Han Ning's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but pout in his heart. He has seen a lot of swollen faces and fat people, but there are really few who do it so explicit in public.

The whip wasn't hidden anywhere, but he crept into his sleeve just as he flicked it. The whip is ever-changing, and its softness is its greatest characteristic, and by virtue of the whip, he wears it through his sleeve, across his spine, and around his left arm.

Using spiritual power to bless this long soft whip, it is naturally not difficult to lift such a wooden box.

This is not so much that it was lifted by him with strength, but rather that it was forcibly supported by a magic weapon after being stimulated by vitality. However, this method can only deceive ordinary people, and real martial arts people can naturally see through this little trick at a glance.

It's just that at this time, it is obvious that there will be no advanced martial artist on this stone platform, and if it weren't for this, it would not be his turn to be a prince of the Hou Mansion to be arrogant here.

What is he trying to do?

Han Ning has been with Ye Han for too long, and he has also been influenced by Ye Han, and gradually has a sense of conspiracy theory. After perceiving the actions of this prince of the Hou Mansion, he subconsciously guessed his purpose according to Ye Han's thoughts.

Making such a fuss on this Xuantai will not bring him any substantial benefits at all, except that it will make him stand out and enjoy the attention of these low-level martial artists, it will not have any effect at all.

Could it be that he just wants to enjoy the gaze of everyone to make such an oolong?