Fan Jian still squinted at Ye Haotian, and said in a shrill voice: "What, are you scared when you hear the name of Young Master Ben? Do you dare to go up and fight? This big talk has been blown out, if you don't go on stage to compete, you don't want to be embarrassed?"

Hearing this, Ye Haotian already understood that this kid was deliberately finding fault, and just wanted to give back a few words, a roar suddenly came from around, and a disciple of the outer hall flew up and jumped onto the Tianfeng platform.

"Late stage of the Xuan Realm!"

This disciple is tall and burly, as soon as he comes to the stage, he released the breath in his body, among the disciples in the outer hall of the temple, although the cultivation in the late stage of the three realms is not high, it is by no means mediocre, at least it can be squeezed into a thousand.

Ascending to the Tianfeng Platform, the burly disciple bowed to Han Baichuan and then punched out.

The sharp fist wind brought up a cloud of earthy yellow fist shadows, the momentum was like a rainbow, Han Baichuan snorted coldly, raised his fist to fight back, the two fists collided, and there was a thunderous sound, and there was a sound of bones shattering in the arm of the burly disciple, and his body flew upside down for more than ten meters and fell heavily to the ground. Sweat suddenly rained down on his forehead.

With just one punch, Han Baichuan defeated a disciple in the late stage of the Tongxuan Realm.

With a successful punch, Han Baichuan did not stop attacking, his body flashed, leaving an afterimage in the air, and the next moment he appeared in front of the burly disciple.

"I throw in the towel!"

Feeling the tyrannical aura emanating from Han Baichuan's body, the burly disciple shouted loudly regardless of the sharp pain coming from his arm.

Boom!

Han Baichuan didn't pay attention to the other party's pleas for mercy at all, and kicked the burly disciple in the lower abdomen hard, kicking him directly from his stage to the bottom of the stage, and he was already fainting in mid-air.

The pupils of the onlookers instantly widened, and they looked at the stage in shock, in the late stage of the Three Realms, they were defeated in one move, this Han Baichuan's strength is too strong, right?

What shocked everyone even more was his ruthlessness and viciousness, obviously the burly disciple had already admitted defeat, but Han Baichuan still hit him hard, with a broken wrist and a kick in the lower abdomen, even if the injury was cured, it would leave many unimaginable sequelae,

"What a ruthless method!"

"You're too vicious, obviously people have already admitted defeat, and you still refuse to let go, it's just inhumane!"

"That's it, I don't care about the same feelings at all, despicable!"

After the surprise, there was a rebuke from the audience.

The disciples of the temple are all one in a million cultivation geniuses, although there are high and low in the same sect, but in the entire continent, being able to enter the three realms before the age of twenty is enough to have the capital to be proud, although Han Baichuan's strength is terrifying, it does not mean that these young cultivators will remain silent about the behavior they are not used to.

"If anyone is not satisfied, they can come to the stage to challenge! If you don't have enough strength to dare to challenge this son, that's a fool, what's the use of keeping it like this kind of waste!"

Han Baichuan's cold eyes looked around, and many people who were staring at him lowered their heads one after another.

According to the rules for the promotion of the temple to the inner sanctum, it is forbidden to injure human life in the competition. But although Han Baichuan was ruthless and vicious, it was not a violation. In previous years, this kind of thing had not happened, but most of the temple disciples were worried that the trouble that might be caused by maliciously seriously injuring the opponent was often in moderation, and it was rare for someone like him to act without scruples for the purpose of hurting people.

Those who dare to do this, in addition to having a strength and talent that far surpasses their opponents, more importantly, they also need to have a strong family background that is not afraid of all power, with Han Baichuan's background, it is obviously not far from this qualification.

"There are eighteen Tianfeng Platforms, why should everyone squeeze into the dead end, let's go to other stages to compete, who wants to be the first to take the stage?"

One of the onlookers shouted loudly, and at this moment several clergy came over and carried the two unconscious students to a quaint compound in the distance, where they would be treated accordingly, but it was unknown to what extent they would recover.

Ye Haotian glanced at Han Baichuan, hesitated for a moment, and followed everyone towards another high platform not far away.

"What, you're scared? If you have the ability to fight on stage, what are you running?"

Fan Jian's sarcastic voice sounded in Ye Haotian's ears, causing many disciples to look sideways.

Ye Haotian turned his head to look at Fan Jian, stretched out his hand to stop Long Eighteen, who was just about to speak, and said, "Why don't you go up and try it?"

"Young Master Ben admits that he can't beat him, what's wrong?

Fan Jian said with a smilish expression on his face and shamelessness: "Unlike some people, who obviously can't beat it, they still don't admit it, untouchables are untouchables, even if they are lucky enough to enter the temple, they can't cut off the roots of untouchables! Don't think that if you attach to the Long family, you will be superior, and in the end you will just be a dog driven by others." ”

"No wonder the Fan family is declining more and more, and the children and grandchildren born have forgotten their ancestors. ”

A crisp and melodious woman's voice rang out from the crowd.

"Who is it, get out of here for Young Master Ben!"

Fan Jian's face suddenly turned cold, he narrowed his small eyes and followed the sound, and saw a petite and delicate girl in the crowd, also wearing the clothes of a disciple in the outer hall.

"What kind of thing are you, dare to speak wildly in front of this young master!"

After seeing the appearance of the girl who spoke, Fan Jian's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he scolded sharply.

"I'm nothing. ”

The delicate girl walked out of the crowd, she was beautiful, her face was already covered with a layer of frost, and after hearing Fan Jian's scolding, her eyes instantly turned cold, and she implied a faint sneer: "My name is Ouyang Yuxian, my father is Ouyang Tianchi, the chief soldier of Bauhinia Pass, if I remember correctly, your father Fan Tianwei used to be my father's general." ”

Fan Jian's face suddenly became extremely pale, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The moment he saw the girl for the first time, he felt that she was a little familiar, but he didn't expect that it was Ouyang Tianchi's daughter.

The concept of rank and origin in the army is more important than in other places.

His subordinates have great respect for the generals who carry them.

Because the vast majority of battles are decided and commanded by high-ranking generals, absolutely obeying military orders in battles, life is in the hands of high-level generals, and being able to survive the fight and continuously receive rewards shows that the upper-level general LinkedIn Wu Shengming has excellent scheduling. Among the meritorious services obtained, there is naturally a credit from the high-ranking generals, and it is natural to remember this kindness.

Ouyang Yuxian is the object that Fan Jian's father must respect.

But he scolded her for something.

If this is passed on to the army, the consequences will be enough to affect the future of the Fan family.

According to Fan Tianwei's temperament, in order to keep the image of Ouyang General Bing's mind, even if he kills Fan Jian, he will not hesitate!