Chapter Ninety-Seven: Geniuses and Ordinary People

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Raising his hand, he just held it weakly, and he didn't lift anything, just twisted it slightly, and a gust of wind came out of the air, a gray wind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The wind seemed to be frozen, and it was hunting, but it did not feel light, but it was very heavy, heavy like a chain that could not be broken.

The wind was like a chain. Locked in the middle was a young man, plain and white, striking in the gray.

The eye-catching wind really climbed up the clothes of the young master of the Hua family like an unbreakable chain.

There are always such vines in the really deep dense forest, there is no particularly thick body, no branches and leaves that are enough to cover the sky, there are no strange beasts and rare insects growing, only simple slender and tough enough vines.

There's nothing special about it, it's simply nothing that seems to be lethal.

But there is a danger that will terrify the beasts.

As long as you are entangled in the vines, there is no way to live.

The vines wrapped around the body were very loose at first, as if they could break free with a casual struggle, but they were like a whirlpool that was forever trapped, and the more they struggled, the more they struggled, the more slender and long and very tough the vines would struggle, and the struggle would be tense, and the tension would bring more breathless contraction.

This was repeated repeatedly, and in the end, only the white bones buried under the thin and long vines were saying something, and there was no struggle or sound.

It was the most unguardable panic in the depths of the jungle, the emerald green watered by countless blood.

As for what Xia He held in his hand, the young master of the Hua family was surrounded by a cloud of gray, which had not been stained with blood, and no one in this world had even seen the yin wind like a vine.

However, the gloomy and cold aura made the young master of the Hua family can't help but sweat, and the cold light in his eyes is shrouded in panic.

He felt that the yin wind was contracting, and the speed of contraction was not fast, just like the speed at which the fist in Xia He's hand was slowly released.

The fist was loosening, but the gray wind was contracting, contracting, and it grabbed the throat of the young master of the Hua family, and the wind blew into his clothes, bringing a more real chill.

In the early summer, the chill is even more refreshing.

The cold light in Xia He's eyes was also as permeable as the cold.

The wind is still the wind, the wind like a rope vine, and it is still the wind, and the wind will always dissipate, and it will always leave with stuffiness and dryness.

The gray wind will also leave, taking away not only the heat and dryness, in fact, the overcast sky is not stuffy and dry.

It's just that the young master of the Hua family still felt the hot sting.

There was no wound, but there was a stinging pain, from the body, all the way to the face, and then to the stinging in the heart.

Because there is no way to dispel that sting, the gap between himself and Xia He that the young master of the Hua family realized is as clear as the difference between the Dapeng in the clouds and the sparrows between the branches, this is a very uncomfortable feeling, so it is a blush and shame on the face, and a sting in the heart.

"Why?" this was a redundant question, Xia He didn't need to answer, but he still said very quickly and happily.

"I'm a genius. ”

Xia He smiled very happily and was very complacent, although half of his smug face was covered by the thick gray light, he could still see his confident smile and hear his confident preaching.

I can win against you, not because I work harder than you, not because I have been practicing longer than you, and not because I am better at fighting than you.

It's just because I'm a genius.

So I know how to work hard better than you, I know how to save time in my cultivation better than you, and I know how to fight faster than you.

The same moves didn't work for me.

This is Xia He's inner monologue, and no one hears it, so the young master of the Hua family only thinks that this is Xia He's ridicule after he easily won the victory.

The young master of the Hua family was unwilling, but he could only lower his head, did not look at Xia He's courage anymore, and no longer tried to do anything, just silently looked at the red platform, and the blood on his body was also mixed in a blood red along his clothes.

The red flowers under the high platform can bloom for a long time, and they are not tired now, and they are still beating like a flame that will never be quiet under the high platform.

Since the beginning of which flowers began to bloom, the owner of the flower family has not moved, he has been resting, and he rarely speaks, because he has to concentrate on recovery.

It's just that he didn't expect that his son, who is said to be the most talented figure in the Hua family in a hundred years, would be vulnerable in front of Xia He, and even just a face-to-face kung fu would be beaten to the confidence of fighting.

There is no way to fight without confidence, but fortunately, the master of the Hua family recovered seriously and looked at Xia He seriously, and the Zhenyuan, which was already somewhat depleted, gradually became abundant.

It's just that he is not a young man, he doesn't have any fatal competitive mentality, so he won't do it immediately, he will wait, wait until Xia He's sharpness wears off, wait until Xia He is bored, and wait until Xia He can't wait, start first.

This is the principle of preemptive strike. It is also the principle of planning and then acting.

That's the benefit of time, or so call it experience.

Xia He is still at an age when he doesn't understand Hongchen's sorrows, so he naturally doesn't know these so-called experiences, and he can't know the usefulness of these experiences.

But he is still a genius, so even if he knows the intentions of the master of the flower family, he will not think so.

Xia He looked at the master of the Hua family, the master of the Hua family looked at the young master of the Hua family, and the young master of the Hua family didn't look at anyone, just lowered his head.

Yin Huai, who has always been forgotten, is still forgotten, he is not a genius, just a passerby, looking at the previous battle that started quickly and ended quickly.

Then he slowly waited for the start of the next battle, which was likely to last a long time.

Yin Huai looked at Xia He and also looked at the master of the Hua family, even if neither of them looked at him, but both of them knew that Yin Huai's gaze fell on him.

Xia He is quite familiar with this silent young man, familiar with him is just an ordinary person, although there are some unusual places, but after all, he is still a teenager who has just set foot in cultivation, has not yet cultivated the true yuan, and has not even stepped into the first realm of childishness.

And the master of the Hua family is not familiar with the silent young man, he only knows that he has never practiced, only that he came with the eldest lady of the Xia family, and he has not made any moves for a few days, at first he just regarded him as an accompanying handyman, but which handyman can calmly come back to his senses after seeing the sea of flowers, and which handyman can still be in danger alone after seeing so many cultivators.

And what ordinary handyman would follow the eldest lady of the Xia family and get acquainted with Xia He?

In the eyes of the owner of the Hua family, this is an unusual thing.

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Good luck to you, the protagonist of my family has a weak sense of existence......