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Speaking of the leading figures among the younger generation of the Xunping Mansion, it is none other than Han Shan, who has been worshipping under Bai Yixiao, the peak master of Baiyun Peak of the Tianxing Sect since he was a child, and very few Han disciples have seen his true face.

Han Qianyuan has great expectations for this son, and two years ago, after the twenty-year-old Han Yi participated in the sect competition, he returned to the Han family.

So before this, of course, he had never met Tong Qianyan, after returning to the Han Mansion, in the past two years, he entered the Zonglian Academy and worshiped under the Cangsong Daoren.

In this way, with the integration of the three schools, Han Yi naturally has the foundation of arrogance, unlike Han Mo, who has always relied on his family background to bully people, he completely relies on his strength to crush the martial artists of his generation.

A year ago, he fought with Nalan Xingde, the ghost genius of the Nalan family, and it can be said that he was talked about by outsiders in Chang'an City for a long time.

Since the beginning of the year, Han Shan's strength has naturally grown a lot, since the battle with Nanalan Xingde ended in a draw, he put the next target to catch up with Tong Qianyan.

With the assistance of the three family exercises, coupled with his own outstanding talent, Han Yi completely integrated the strengths of the three families and entered the innate realm in one fell swoop.

Since he stepped into the congenital, he is confident that with his current strength, he has the strength to fight with that ghost, but today's battle, which he was finally looking forward to, was greatly beyond his expectations.

The strength of the tip of the iceberg shown by Tong Qianyan deeply shocked Han Shan, is this guy really only twenty-four years old? Even if he started cultivating from his mother's womb, how could he be only two years older than himself, but his strength was so outrageously strong.

Before he saw his name, when he heard his name first, he still scoffed at this ghostly and prestigious name, he didn't believe in a guy who was born out of his family, even if he had an occasional adventure, his strength would not be stronger than him, the orthodox Han family, and the proud son of the heavens who gathered the heads of the three families.

After all, a month ago, during the exchange with his father, he already had the strength to be equal to Han Qianyuan, and with such qualifications, he was confident that compared with the concubine who was expelled from the Han family, he would definitely be able to surpass him in time.

After asking for help to no avail, Han Yi did not show the slightest discouragement, his eyes stared at Tong Qianyan coldly, and there was a cold fire surging in the depths of his eyes.

"Haha, Tong Qianyan, I have to admit that I have always underestimated you, Wei Guo is worried, but it is really in line with you, but do you really think I can't help you?" Han Yi laughed, sweeping away his previous embarrassment.

His face was calm, and he silently looked at his big hands that were full of calluses and scars were clearly visible, such hands did not look like ordinary children of the family at all, and then the corners of his eyes jumped, and he raised his head highly.

What am I afraid of, Tong Qianyan No matter what you have experienced outside over the years, your strength has become so strong, but at the same time, haven't I cultivated?

In terms of diligence, who is worse than my Korean shirt? Among my peers, who have I been afraid of, strong does not mean that he can win, such a competition between weak and strong, has I experienced less in Tianxing Sect?

The corners of his mouth drew a smile of confidence that he had never seen before.

"Han Shan, I have to admit that you are the most outstanding young generation of the Han family I have seen over the years." Tong Qianyan looked at the young man who suddenly became inexplicably strong and exclaimed.

"Shut up, don't use this kind of elder tone to evaluate me, you are only two years older than me, how can I not use you to judge my Han shirt."

Han Shan's eyes were sharp, and the fear, worry, and impatience that had arisen in his heart before were completely shattered at this time. At this moment, the demons in his heart were completely dispelled, and he was afraid of it before.

One step out, his big hand grabbed Tong Qianyan, this time, his breath was calm, without the previous irritability, and the speed was also much faster.

On the stone platform on the side of the ring, Baili Bingmei stared at the young man who suddenly became powerful, the red sleeves trimmed with black and gold silk edged slid down, and the pair of snow-white and delicate jade hands that were tightly clenched together slowly separated, and the pretty face showed a beautiful and elegant smile that was enough to fascinate the eyes around him.

"Yes, that's it, this is the confident brother in the past, this is the real strength of the senior brother." Baili Bing smiled and said softly, her voice was like a clear spring flowing in a mountain path, which was particularly pleasant to the ear.

Tong Qianyan saw Han Shan's palm waving, he was not afraid, he stood in place, his body did not move, looking at the faint floating flame spiritual power on the back of Han Shan's clenched fist.

Han Yi looked at Tong Qianyan, who was still half a step away, and laughed cruelly, "Don't look down on people." ”

When the fist was waved, there was a sound of breaking wind, and it hit Tong Qianyan's chest fiercely. The latter's eyebrows were imperceptibly raised, noticing the flames that tore through the air, the sharp sound that was emitted, Tong Qianyan's eyes shimmered at the fist, and his slightly curled right hand was like a sharp arrow off the string, shooting sharply towards Han Yi's head.

Looking at the fist that came over in a hurry, Han Yi sneered disdainfully, his waist was violently exerted, and his body bent back, but the fist he waved was still indomitable towards Tong Qianyan.

Seeing that the other party deftly avoided his right fist, Tong Qianyan's originally lowered eyelids finally showed a little fighting intent, and he jumped high and jumped over from the top of Han Yi's entire person.

"Han Mo, Senior Brother Han Shan's situation doesn't seem to be very good." Lu Yuanxing looked at the ring, but still couldn't touch Tong Qianyan's Korean shirt, and said a little worriedly.

Han Mojun's face was cloudy, and he said sullenly: "Brother, that guy is too arrogant after all, Tong Qianyan, this is Tong Qianyan, that guy...... That guy is a monster. ”

After a slight silence, he sighed: "It's impossible to win, even if Nalan Xingde joins forces with him, he can't fight that guy." ”

Lu Yuanxing nodded curtly, looked at his face and looked a little unpleasant, so he didn't speak again, for fear of touching his moldy head.

Compared with the restless Han Mo, Yuwen Hanyuan seemed much calmer, his eyes calmly looked at Han Yi who was at a disadvantage on the field, I don't know why in the moment just now, his heart fluttered abnormally, but when he looked at Tong Qianyan, his eyes flashed with abnormal worship.

Is this the general Tong who guarded the eastern border with his father? I used to hear about his various deeds, but today I saw a real person, why did I feel excited when I watched him play with Han shirt? Shouldn't I support the Han-shirt?

Yuwen Hanyuan touched his heart that was beating faster and faster, how could I have the urge to follow him and fight on the battlefield in all directions.

Can't be wrong, this feeling can't be wrong, for a while, a smile appeared on his face, recalling the feeling of blood gushing just now, and whispered: "Worship, worship from the heart, I can't imagine that I, Yuwen Hanyuan, will also meet someone who makes me want to follow him to the death." (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.