"I'm finally reborn!"

On a sword platform, Xia Huang suddenly opened his eyes, and in his eyes, he was full of brilliance, vast and profound, as if countless stars were disillusioned, and gradually returned to calm.

He is the prince of the Huangjian Star Human Race, and in the year 9999 of the Starry Sky Age, his planet was invaded by foreign tribes and suffered a catastrophe. At the last moment, the Human Emperor used a secret method to preserve his soul, and after wandering in the vast starry sky for 10,000 years, he finally regained his life at this moment.

"This is Furi Star, Beijiazhou, Cui Weishan Sword Pavilion ......"

Memories of the predecessor also came flooding into my mind at this moment.

Xia Huang was reborn in one of the top ten sects in Furi Xingbei, a young man with the same name and surname in the Sword Pavilion. It's just that this young man's qualifications are mediocre, his meridians are blocked, and on weekdays, he is humiliated and ridiculed by others, whether it is his qualifications or his heart, he is really a waste of waste materials.

The young man couldn't bear the humiliation and forcibly cultivated, which led to the retrograde movement of qi and blood, and he was filled with grief and anger, and he didn't get over in one breath, so he vomited blood and died on this sword platform, which gave Xia Huang a chance to be reborn.

He shook his head slightly.

What about scrap wood?

He is the prince of the human race, he has seen too many secret books, has too many brilliant books, has experienced all kinds of desperate situations, the starry sky of ten thousand lonely years, a waste material, what is it?

No matter how wasted the waste material, since he has been reborn, from this moment, Nirvana will be reborn, rise sideways, and usher in an admirable glory.

Xia Huang's life has always been to follow his own path, so that other geniuses have no way out.

"Hehe, isn't this the eldest prince of Huang? With your qualifications, you still have the face to come to the sword platform to cultivate, this courage is really admirable. ”

At this moment, a sneer suddenly sounded, and in the footsteps, three figures stepped onto the sword platform, looking arrogant and looking at Xia Huang with a scornful expression.

The first person is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, with a brocade robe and jade belt, moire silver boots, and a brocade dress, arrogant and domineering.

"Xiao Rulu?" In the memory of Xia Huang's predecessor, the name of this young man appeared.

This is the person of the Sword Pavilion Mingtang.

The sixteen halls of the Sword Pavilion, the empty and bright valley, the wind and clouds, the smoke of the clouds, the fire paintings of the rivers and mountains, and the dark dragon sneaking. And the father of Xia Huang's predecessor was the master of the Dragon Hall, and he was the most amazing and brilliant person in the Sword Pavilion in the past hundred years.

It's just that Xia Huang, the amazing and brilliant father, fell in a life-and-death battle three years ago. Since then, the other halls that have been suppressed by the aura of Longtang, led by Mingtang, have joined forces to suppress and exclude Xia Huang's lineage, and even connived at many people of their generation, and sneered at Xia Huang with mediocre qualifications, and even humiliated him.

The reason why Xia Huang's predecessor died of grief and anger while cultivating also has a lot to do with suffering from these cynicism and malicious humiliation for a long time.

"A bunch of garbage. His gaze indifferently swept over Xiao Rulu and the others, and Xia Huang whispered in his mouth.

"What did you say?" Although the voice was soft, it clearly reached Xiao Rulu's ears, Xiao Rulu was stunned, and then a cruel smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "Huang Dagongzi is looking down on us, since this is the case, then I want to understand and understand, how clever is Huang Dagong?"

He was about to find an opportunity to humiliate Xia Huang, but he didn't expect Xia Huang to bump into him, how could he miss such a good opportunity?

Crunch ......

Xiao Rulu clenched his fists and walked over to Xia Huang.

Xia Huang stood up, looked around, stretched out his hand to break a branch, and shook it in his hand, pointing at Xiao Rulu.

The branches are like swords, held in Xia Huang's hands, and they are as stable as a rock.

"Hmm?hahaha Xiao Rulu sneered, and in the laughter, he had already stepped out, jumped in front of Xia Huang, clenched his fist with his right hand, and faced Xia Huang with the door, and he came over!

Xiao Rulu's eyes were cold.

This time, Xia Huang, who has always been forbearant and cowardly, behaved so hardly, how could he be worthy of him if he didn't humiliate him?

Xiao Rulu had already stepped on the Xuanmai Realm, holding hundreds of catties of power, if this punch was hit head-on, Xia Huang was afraid that he would have to fly out of seven or eight meters.

The side of Xia Huang's body.

As the prince of the human race, Xia Huang has such insight and experience. As soon as Xiao Rulu's body moved, he had already seen through his next move, and knew how his punch would be blasted out and where it would land, which was more accurate than Xiao Rulu thought of himself.

Xiao Rulu's fist swept against Xia Huang's face.

The difference is a thousand miles.

Missed!

The fist wind stirred, lifting a few strands of hair on Xia Huang's forehead, and Xia Huang's expression was calm.

So calm that I want to take a nap.

It's too unchallenging to deal with a mediocre talent like Xiao Rulu.

"Huh!?" Seeing that his fist was missing, Xiao Rulu was stunned, and his right arm turned suddenly, ready to throw it at Xia Huang.

Only the next moment, his body froze.

The branch in Xia Huang's hand, the tip of the branch had already pressed against Xiao Rulu's throat.

With just one branch, Xia Huang could pierce Xiao Rulu's throat?

Xiao Rulu didn't know.

But he didn't dare to bet.

The atmosphere on the sword platform seemed to freeze in an instant. Xiao Rulu's face turned pale, he didn't know if it was an illusion or what, he felt more and more that what Xia Huang was holding in his hand was not a branch, but a real sword. A single stab forward would pierce his throat and splatter blood.

A deep fear rose in Xiao Rulu's heart, and he couldn't suppress it anymore, and quickly twitched his branches and leaves, permeating his whole body.

How can the "potential" of the prince of the human race be borne by a mediocre person like Xiao Rulu?

Even if the real dragon runs aground in the shallows for a while, it is not something that the ants can provoke or shake.

Tick tock!

Between Xiao Rulu's crotch, it suddenly became wet, dripping with smelly and yellow liquid.

He actually peed.

"Call you rubbish, and you still don't admit it?"

Glancing at Xiao Rulu with a faint disdain, Xia Huang threw the branch and turned to leave.

Seeing Xia Huang leaving, Xiao Rulu's whole person suddenly collapsed, like a puddle of mud, slumped on the ground.

The two people behind Xiao Rulu were already stunned, like petrified, stiffened on the sword platform, and watched Xia Huang leave.

Is this still the same Xia Huang who can only forbear and be cowardly?

What's going on?

Is this about to change?

The breeze blows and the leaves sway.

Xia Huang walked on the mountain road, passing through the palaces and pavilions, and looked at the Sword Pavilion, the place where he was reborn.

The entire Cui Wei Mountain is the territory of the Sword Pavilion. Between the cliffs and rocky mountains, there are towering halls and houses, green trees, waterfalls hanging, white cranes and goshawks passing by in the air from time to time, and there are also many disciples of the Sword Pavilion, or sitting cross-legged on the stone, or practicing swordsmanship, or three or five into a stream of discussions, thriving.

On the way, many people saw Xia Huang, their eyes were a little weird, faintly with a hint of contempt, or pity.

As the son of the master of the Dragon Hall, he is sixteen years old and has not yet set foot in the Xuanmai Realm. This qualification is no longer a word "poor", which can be simply described.

"Have you heard? Langya Gongzi has broken into the Sword Tower again!"

"This time, it only took three sticks of incense. ”

"What, three incense, this is about to break the record, right!?"

"It's a pity, it's only a few minutes worse than Lord Yunlong's record. ”

Just as Xia Huang was walking, a discussion sounded on the side of the road.