The female disciple was instantly petrified.

Indeed, her appearance is very beautiful. Black hair hangs down the shoulders, skin is like condensation, willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and red lips. Coupled with the aura of the Purple Cloud Sect's introductory disciples, she had a kind of confidence and arrogance in front of this group of ordinary people. It is precisely because of this arrogance that she laughs at Lan Xinyue as a rural village woman.

But at this moment, Lan Xinyue collected the spell and bloomed her beauty without reservation. For a moment, she felt ashamed of herself, and her self-confidence and arrogance were crushed.

If such a woman is a village woman, then what is herself? A beggar on the side of the road? I am afraid that she is not even as good as a beggar! She felt that her face was hot, as if she had been slapped in the face loudly.

Lan Xinyue sat quietly, like an empty valley orchid, elegant and a little arrogant. Everyone's hearts were completely indulged in the waves of her blue and clear eyes, the slightest smile on the corner of her mouth would make people's blood boil, and every breath she exhaled was more intoxicating than a hundred years of age.

Suddenly, the girl spoke again, and everyone's souls trembled violently again: "Girl, can you answer me? Do you mean me by the country woman you just mentioned?"

Only then did the people react and cast angry glances at the female disciple who was stupid there. Because in their opinion, as long as Lan Xinyue is willing to say a word to them, even if they are allowed to die immediately, they are willing, but this uninteresting woman is still holding a shelf!

"Hey, you're talking!" said the bearded man, "why don't you answer when the girl asks you!"

"That's it, are you dumb!" echoed Mustache, rubbing his reddened cheeks.

For a while, the hall was full of people, and the female disciple was pushed to the forefront in an instant.

At this moment, even the position of her own three senior brothers was shaken. They are all hot-blooded young people in their twenties, and who doesn't understand their inner admiration and yearning for Lan Xinyue!

The woman's face flushed. originally wanted to slap Long Haotian and Lan Xinyue's faces hard to vent the anger in her heart, but she didn't expect that she was beaten back by Lan Xinyue very elegantly, and she was so powerless that she had no power to fight back.

Finally, for the sake of face, this female disciple turned her heart sideways, pointed coldly at Qianfu, and shouted: "What's the matter, am I wrong! From such a small place as Qianyan County, isn't it a hillbilly!"

"I've subdued this group of men for you, and I'll leave this woman to you!" Lan Xinyue sent a voice to Long Haotian, as if she had completed her mission.

"Understood, it's up to you!" Long Haotian replied with a confident smile on his face.

He hugged his fist at the woman and asked in a very calm tone, "Girl, but I don't know what you call it?"

"My name is Hanyu!" the girl said loudly.

"Oh, who are you and the senior brother Han Feng in your mouth?"

"He's my cousin, what's wrong? No!" Hanyu glanced at everyone, and immediately noticed that there was a "I see" expression in their eyes. Dare to love you as someone's sister, so I have repeatedly bragged for my brother.

"Miss Hanyu, I see that you are also a practitioner, so you should have heard the phrase 'heroes don't ask where they come from', right?" Long Haotian asked in a very calm tone.

"Of course I have heard of it!" Han Yu smiled coldly, "But, has there ever been a hero in the Thousand Flame County? Don't tell me about Lie Zhentian, Youyue and Cheng Xuan, they are all Jiang Chengzhou's defeated men! If you regard these people as heroes, then I have to wonder if the term 'hillbilly' is appropriate for you!"

"I really hope you can say these words to their faces," Long Haotian smiled, "It's a pity, with your qualifications, I'm afraid you won't be able to go to the Martial God Temple in this life, so I'm afraid they won't hear you humiliate them in person!"

"What are you talking about!" two cold glints shot out of Hanyu's eyes.

Long Haotian ridiculed her strength and talent in front of everyone. You must know that this Hanyu has always been the top existence among the beginner disciples of the same class, and it has always been very conceited. At the age of seventeen, his cultivation had already reached the middle stage of the eighth level of the Star Refining Realm, which was almost on par with Han Feng's realm at the age of seventeen.

And her goal this time was even more directed at the disciple who entered the room, if possible, she also aspired to become a disciple of Elder Lingyun like her cousin Han Feng, and then she could go to the Martial God Temple with her brother to further her studies.

Although it is a system of one country and one sect, the Purple Cloud Sect is still very in awe of the existence of the Martial God Temple. At the same time, the high-level leaders of the Purple Cloud Sect also understood one thing, some geniuses were destined not to be limited to one county, their stage was a domain, or even a wider continent.

Therefore, for such people, instead of restricting their development, it is better to take a more long-term view, still vigorously cultivate them, and then let them show their talents on a broader stage. And they will also be grateful for the kindness and mind of the sect after they become famous.

As long as these people become strong people, then for the Purple Cloud Sect, there will be no advantages and no disadvantages. Therefore, after each hero meeting, the sect will send the top disciples to further their studies. Some disciples never returned, and even those who "returned from studying" often became the best candidates for core disciples.

Therefore, in Han Yu's opinion, if the two brothers and sisters can really go to the Martial God Temple in the future, then the Han family's status in Lingyun City and even in Ziyun County will also be greatly improved.

"I mean, with your qualifications, I'm afraid you won't be able to go to the Martial God Temple in your life. How?Did you hear clearly?" Long Haotian was still calm in the face of the girl's gaze. To kill Long Haotian with his eyes, that is a dream.

"You're looking for death!" Han Yu was annoyed, slammed the table, and shouted at a fellow senior brother beside him, "Go!"

This gentleman is the person who slapped the eight-character beard just now, and his name is Tong Jiang. He is nineteen years old this year, two meters tall, with a big waist and a round waist, and his arm strength is outstanding, and his cultivation is in the late stage of the sixth level of the Star Refining Realm. And he is also one of the many admirers of Hanyu, listening to Long Haotian ridiculing Hanyu, he couldn't hold back for a long time. At this moment, hearing Han Yu's order, he suddenly rushed towards Long Haotian like a tiger descending from the mountain.

"It's over, it's over!"

The hearts of the crowd trembled suddenly, especially the rat-eyed mustache, the blood on the corners of his mouth had not dried yet, and seeing that Tong Jiang rushing towards Long Haotian, he felt that his cheeks were twitching.

"Whew!"

The fan-like slap slammed and went towards Long Haotian's front door, and everyone closed their eyes and didn't dare to look at it again.

"What's going on?"

Everyone was waiting for the slap to sound, but they couldn't wait for a long time. And they looked at it and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

I saw Tong Jiang's right hand hanging in the air, while his right wrist was clasped by Long Haotian's left index finger and thumb. This is like a "C"-shaped finger, like an iron tong, slowly closing to the middle, as if to completely clip Tong Jiang's wrist.

Looking at Tong Jiang again, fine beads of sweat had oozed from the corners of his forehead, and his whole body couldn't stop trembling. The veins were restrained by Long Haotian, so that he couldn't launch a second wave of attacks at all, unless he had the courage to break his wrist with a strong man.

(End of chapter)