However, all the people present were the top geniuses in the cultivation world, and they could all see that with Ye Haotian's current injury, even if he was given a whole day's time, it would be impossible to recover, what could a cup of tea do?

The time for a cup of tea passed quickly.

Ye Haotian opened his eyes and saw Han Baichuan slowly walking over from not far away.

Silence reigns over the hillside.

"You're strong. ”

Han Baichuan carried the long knife that was the same height as his body, stared at Ye Haotian's face and said coldly.

He is not very old, only fourteen years old, his face has not faded, no matter how he looks at it, he is a child, but the tone of his voice and the arrogant aura exuded from his body are like a general who has experienced blood and blood.

"Before I get my hands dirty, I want to ask you a few words. ”

Ye Haotian quietly looked at this young man who was a head shorter than himself, did not refuse, nor nodded.

"Hornet, are you dead?"

The people around them all pricked up their ears and listened quietly, whether the wasp was a poisonous insect that could fly and nest, or a human name, it was completely unfamiliar to them.

Ye Haotian frowned, of course he knew who the wasp was, but in order to find out whether the person who wanted to kill him in Wushi Hutong was from the Han Mansion, he also paid a lot of price. Galaxy has the top intelligence network in the mainland, and the price is also amazingly expensive.

Han Baichuan dared to mention the hornet in front of him, which meant that he had admitted that the original assassination was arranged by the Han family, and he also believed that Ye Haotian had already found out the identity of the hornet.

In the face of such a 'frank' Han Baichuan, Ye Haotian didn't plan to waste time around the bend, and immediately nodded and admitted.

"Yes. ”

Han Baichuan's pupils shrank: "You killed it?"

Ye Haotian said: "Do you want to judge my strength through this matter?"

Han Baichuan suddenly smiled: "Is it necessary?"

Ye Haotian also smiled: "Then why do you bother to ask again?"

Han Baichuan stared at Ye Haotian, his face gradually turned cold.

"Even if you really killed the hornet, you will definitely be defeated by me today...... I'll kill you. ”

The smile on Ye Haotian's face did not dissipate, and he said, "Before the duel with Fang Xiaohe, I once said that I would kill everyone who wanted to kill me. ”

Han Baichuan snorted coldly: "I'm not Fang Xiaohe. You are a pariah, and you dare to challenge the dignity of my Han family, then damn it, no matter how outstanding your talent is. ”

Ye Haotian's eyes narrowed slightly: "Then what are you waiting for?"

Han Baichuan's hand suddenly clenched, stared at Ye Haotian fiercely, turned around and walked into the distance.

"At this time, there is no need to maintain the dignity of the sixth prince of Anyang. ”

Ye Haotian's voice made Han Baichuan just take two steps and stop.

"I'm a martial artist double cultivator, in this battle, let's duel in the form of a martial artist competition, let's make a sword. ”

The onlookers immediately understood what Han Baichuan meant when he turned around.

The cold killing intent instantly filled Han Baichuan's eyes, his body stiffened slightly, his right hand held the handle of the long knife behind him, the knife was not unsheathed, a fierce murderous aura had spread to the surroundings, and the surrounding weeds seemed to feel the horror of this breath, and they bent their waists and stuck to the ground.

The next moment, the scabbard behind Han Baichuan suddenly exploded from the middle to both sides, and the blood-red big knife hidden in the sheath slashed out a long rainbow, and with the rotation of his body, it slashed out diagonally towards Ye Haotian's ribs.

In the dark night, a piercing cicada chirped sounded.

The Seonjeon Festival is held once a year at the shrine.

The competition for the selection of qualified disciples for the inner hall after the festival is the most important part of the main festival, and it is also the feast that the practitioners in the temple are most looking forward to seeing.

In the past, there have been casualties in the general election, but this is the first time that a vendetta that should have been resolved in private has been brought to the general election in front of everyone.

What's even more shocking is that everyone's spearhead, even Zhuang Yusheng, was aimed at Ye Haotian without concealment.

Winning five genius masters in a row who cultivated above him, this kind of record will definitely make Ye Haotian's name leave a strong mark in the classics of the temple.

This is the real no-hit, a blockbuster.

And everyone who has fought with him will be famous through the ages.

However, when the piercing sword whistle sounded, Han Baichuan did not advance, but retreated.

As soon as he stepped down, an oval pit appeared under him, and the whole person was thrown backwards like a stone thrown by a catapult, and at the same time, the blood-colored big knife in his hand, which seemed to be too wide, was sprinkled with pieces of crystal knife qi as thin as cicada wings, cutting through the night towards Ye Haotian.

Just this moment of picture made many candidates feel admired and even ashamed.

Because Han Baichuan's knife is extremely stable and confident.

The big knife in his hand is the overlord knife passed down from generation to generation of the family, and the "Overlord Sword Breaking Army Slash" he cultivated focuses on the continuous violent offend, but it can be seen from the knife momentum of this knife that he is not in a hurry at this moment.

It seems that his opponent is not someone who can make him more famous in the temple, but an ordinary opponent in normal times.

The onlookers thought that they had changed themselves, and it was absolutely impossible for them to have such a stable state of mind at this time.

The most important thing is that whether it is Lingyuan or physical strength, Han Baichuan at this time is extremely abundant, with two byes, one abstention, and he only made one sword in the entire ranking competition, and it is not an exaggeration to say that there is no consumption at all.

On the other hand, Ye Haotian's clothes were full of holes, and the blood stains that had not yet completely dried made him look like a beggar who had just crawled out of the pool of blood.

occupied an overwhelming advantage, but shot calmly, not impatient, this is the terrible thing about Han Baichuan.

Han Baichuan was not in a hurry at all.

He can slowly consume it with Ye Haotian.

Because he felt that Ye Haotian would definitely be more anxious than him.

Because in his imagination, Ye Haotian was seriously injured and had lost the qualification to consume with him, even if he didn't kill him, the few open wounds on his body would just bleed and kill him.

So the first knife he made was called "Cold Mountain Autumn Cicada".

Dao Gang is as thin as cicada wings, light and fragile, but if Ye Haotian wants to approach, these Dao Dao Gangs will be stacked like a mountain in an instant, and they will be extremely heavy.

Quicksand squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the knife that Han Baichuan swung out like a cat staring at a mouse.

She thinks that there is nothing wrong with Han Baichuan's knife and strategy itself, how will Ye Haotian deal with it?

The sound of cicadas is still there.

Ye Haotian stood in place and didn't move, but just stabbed forward.

An exclamation rang out.

Especially Long Eighteen and Ouyang Yuxian were as white as snow in an instant.