"Pretty sure." Aunt Xue said stubbornly.

"Ye'er, raise your hand and show your bracelet to this old dizzy grandmother." Han Qing said.

"Yes, godfather." Liu Ye'er replied in a milky voice, raising her little lotus-like hand high.

In an instant, Aunt Xue's pupils shrank, and she saw the three-spirit bracelet in Liu Ye'er's hand, emitting a dazzling light that only monks could see.

Suddenly, Aunt Xue saw that the three beads on it suddenly turned into three mountains and came towards her.

Aunt Xue snorted, her face turned pale, and she felt that her body was bent, as if she was about to be crushed into a meat patty.

Suddenly, she was so frightened that her soul was like falling into an ice cave.

"Is it a magic weapon?" Han Qing asked lightly.

"No......" Aunt Xue replied through gritted teeth, her body trembling and her pretty face began to deform.

At this moment, the three mountains suddenly became larger, and Aunt Xue's back also bent down in an instant, and her two straight legs began to tremble.

"Is it a magic weapon?" Han Qing asked again.

"No...... It's not ......" Aunt Xue's voice was hoarse, as if squeezed out of her throat.

Suddenly, the three mountains were doubled again.

In Aunt Xue's mouth and nose, blood began to gush, and her eye sockets also began to be congested, the capillaries in them were broken, and blood flowed out of the corners of her eyes, which was extremely scary to look at.

"Is it a magic weapon?" Han Qing asked a third time.

At this time, Aunt Xue sprayed three mouthfuls of blood in a row, and the whole person was crushed to the ground by the terrifying pressure.

She felt that her skeletal muscles, her internal organs, and even her soul were going to be crushed.

"It's a ritual weapon...... I admit defeat......" Aunt Xue couldn't bear it anymore, she was so frightened that she screamed bitterly.

"Ye'er, put your hands down." Han Qing saw that Aunt Xue's will collapsed, so she asked Liu Ye'er to put her hand down.

At this moment, the three mountains disappeared, and the terrifying pressure was instantly lifted.

At this time, the guests around were all shocked and inexplicable.

As ordinary people, they can't see that kind of vision.

They only saw Han Qing ask "Is it a magic weapon" three times, and then Aunt Xue became more and more painful each time, and finally fell directly to the ground and spurted blood to admit defeat.

"Very well, since you admit defeat, then fulfill your bet." Han Qing said with a sneer.

Aunt Xue's face was cloudy, and she was very afraid of Han Qing in her heart.

She couldn't feel any spiritual power in those three spirit bracelets, but after what happened just now, she knew that it was not only a magic weapon, but also an extraordinary magic weapon.

She got up from the ground and looked at Dongfang Lizhu with some struggle.

At this time, Dongfang Lizhu was shocked to the extreme, she knew how powerful Aunt Hong was, and she knew that she was a sixth-level Qi refining monk.

However, how could such a master ......

"Livzon, I've wronged you." Aunt Xue said, suddenly raised her hand and slapped Dongfang Lizhu's face hard.

With a "snap", Dongfang Lizhu's head shook to the side, and a bruised slap mark appeared on the snow-white skin, and it quickly swelled.

"Aunt Xue......" Dongfang Lizhu trembled, covered her face, and looked at Aunt Xue in disbelief.

With a "snap", Aunt Xue slapped Dongfang Lizhu on the other side of her face for the second time.

The banquet hall of the Willow Leaf Hotel was as silent as death.

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

This is the eldest lady of the Dongfang family, but she was slapped twice by the hidden monk who protected her, this is ...... It's shocking.

The Dongfang family is the head of the nine major families, and this time the face is embarrassed.

However, no one dared to make a sound, and they didn't even dare to breathe hard, for fear of being affected.

Dongfang Lizhu stood stunned for a moment, and then stared at Han Qing, as if she wanted to imprint his appearance in her soul.

Then, without saying a word, she turned and left.

At this time, Han Qing touched Liu Ye'er's head and was about to turn around and leave.

"Mr. Han, stay." Liu successfully caught up, and he wanted to keep it.

But Han Qing didn't pay attention to him at all, and the aura on his body shook Liu Chenggong to the side, and he strode away directly.

……

The Devil's Mountain track on the outskirts of the imperial capital, although it is late at night, is brightly lit and full of all kinds of sports cars.

Compared with the speed and passion of Jiangnan, the imperial capital is much more lively, and the sports cars here are also of a higher level.

On both sides of the track, there are all open-air bars, which are already crowded with people.

It's just that at this moment, everyone is staring at the big screen of the live broadcast, and the atmosphere is very suppressive.

You know, in ordinary underground racing, the sound of the waves will open the sky.

The screen is split into two halves, one for the Bugatti Veyron and the other for the McLaren P1.

However, the distance between the two cars has been widened, and the McLaren P1 is far ahead.

According to the distance estimation between the two, the gap is not small, and the time of the computer's comprehensive calculation, the difference between the two is at least one minute by car.

For a minute, in this class of racing, that's the difference between mud and cloud.

It can be said that the strength of the two is not at the same level at all.

"Huh"

The McLaren P1 crossed the finish line at breakneck speed, took a few laps in the buffer zone ahead and came to a stop.

From above, a man who was only about 1.65 meters came down.

This man is not tall, but his eyes and expression are high.

"I thought that the first person in your country's underground racing car was, how awesome he was, but I didn't expect that he was vulnerable and unworthy of being my opponent." The short, thin young man said disdainfully.

All the people on both sides were silent, and although their faces were ugly, no one dared to speak out.

There is no way, strength is confidence, without strength, there is no confidence, they have no confidence now, they can only watch the drivers of this cherry blossom country shouting.

It was only then that the Bugatti Veyron crossed the finish line, a full minute and three seconds slower.

From Bugatti, an extremely graceful woman came down, it was Dongfang Livon.

The short Sakura Country driver looked at Dongfang Lizhu and laughed: "Miss Dongfang, you lost, you are not my opponent at all." ”

After that, he looked at Dongfang Lizhu with squinting eyes, and then said, "I learned your driving skills, it's really not good?" However, you may be able to look forward to your bedding skills. ”

"Bastard, you're looking for death." Dongfang Lizhu was furious, picked up a wine bottle and was about to rush over to dry.

But at this moment, a young man beside Dongfang Lizhu stopped her.

"Sister Lizhu, don't be impulsive, Minfu Ono officially handed over the battle post, and his people opened an international live broadcast throughout the whole process, if we lose and beat people, then our Oriental underground racing industry will never come out." The young man whispered.