Han Shan roared with a tiger, and the cultivation of the Eight Patterns Realm was completely released, and he hadn't seen him for nearly two years, from the Six-Pattern Realm to the Eight-Pattern Realm.

This cultivation talent, placed in an ordinary immortal cultivation family, is considered good.

In terms of cultivation talent alone, he is even stronger than his sister Han Xiang Danzi.

Han Xiaochuan looked at Han Shan playfully and said, "My brother, brother, hehe, don't be so nervous."

Your brother and my cultivation are only in the three-pattern realm, and they have only broken through for a short time. Let me, an ant of the Three-Pattern Realm, learn your skills in the Eight-Pattern Realm. ”

After finishing speaking, he slowly raised his right hand, and then, the essence was swirling, and three extremely complex and mysterious Yuan Pattern Phantoms appeared in the palm of his hand.

As soon as the three Yuan patterns appeared, the aura of heaven and earth in Hanjiazhuang seemed to be restless, and the scene suddenly became a lot quieter.

If you talk about the identity of the pattern maker, everyone in Hanjiazhuang feels mysterious.

But as soon as these three intermediate and low-level Yuan patterns appeared, it was self-evident what they meant, and they were a symbol of success in challenging the highest limits of the human body.

This is comparable to the legendary ancient demon predecessors, and it is also a rare existence.

A group of high-ranking members of the Han family were not disappointed by Han Xiaochuan's inferior cultivation in the Three Patterns Realm, but they gasped when they saw it.

They had been numb with shock by Han Xiaochuan's demonic assets.

"The pattern maker is terrifying! The One Pattern Realm is the foundation of the intermediate and low-level Yuan Patterns. Since then, the vastness of the mana that has been cultivated to a high level is simply too perverted, and it is terrifying to think about! Han Chen muttered to himself.

This kind of genius demon, after soaring into the sky, is very likely to become a legendary giant!

The Han family will rise with such a brilliant future!

This made more than a dozen elders and deacons of the Han family feel inexplicably excited when they think about it, and they seem to see the future and look forward to it.

Perhaps, many years later, Hanjiazhuang in Luoyi City will become a behemoth-like existence in the Yanshang Continent.

Han Mei, who had watched the ceremony at the scene, patted her towering breasts, she didn't know how to describe the little monster in front of her.

Han Shan glared at Han Xiaochuan viciously, he knew very well what the dual-attribute mid-level low-level Yuan pattern represented.

That represents the depth of mana that is as majestic as the abyss, and it is more powerful than his eight-pattern realm, I don't know how many times.

But immediately, a hint of madness appeared on his face, as if he saw a glimmer of hope.

In this way, he was not without the opportunity to beat the patternmaker.

But I don't understand, why can he fly in the air today, but his cultivation is only in the three-pattern realm?

In fact, in that scene, not only Han Shan was confused, everyone was like seeing flowers in the fog.

On Han Shan's right palm, a touch of emerald green suddenly lit up. A small gray sword flew out of his arms, and he copied it in his hand.

The green light flashed, and the small sword hummed, and with the blessing of spiritual power, it rose to three feet away.

Han Shan waved his hand and a sword slashed out, and suddenly saw that seven or eight sword lights appeared above Han Xiaochuan's head.

His figure had already been shrouded in that sword light.

Han Xiaochuan sneered, this kind of bells and whistles can only scare those below the Five Pattern Realm, and his body, which has already undergone three marrow washing and meridian cutting, has no threat at all.

In an instant, I saw only the shadows of fists fluttering in all directions, the spiritual power was vertical and horizontal, and the violent cracking sound resounded through the sky.

Those seven or eight sword lights were blasted by Han Xiaochuan's fists wrapped in spiritual power.

Then the figure flashed!

"Smack"

Another crisp slap rang out in the arena. A figure flew out upside down.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you......"

Although Han Shan was slapped by this slap, after being prepared, his whole body was agitated, and he was only slapped by this slap.

But the figure flashed in front of him, and Han Xiaochuan followed him.

Then the chattering voice came again:

Han Shan!

You wander between man and beast,

Isn't it really pleasant?

You covet the appearance of your own sister,

Where is the family affection where blood is thicker than water?

Not every humanoid creature can be called human!

Your animality is greater than the inherent goodness of human nature.

So you don't deserve to be called.

I still want to molest your own sister, it's damned!

"Smack!"

Another slap came out from Han Shan's unexpected angle.

Pig-like screams, accompanied by rolling and crawling humanoids.

made Han Shan avoid the inevitable slap, and the slap was heavier and heavier every time.

Han Shan, who was in a rage, was already full of blood at this moment, his speech was already indistinct, he roared wildly, his eyes were blood-red, and he couldn't wait to swallow Han Xiaochuan in one bite, like a mad tiger.

Wildly wielding the big sword, slashing indiscriminately, and under the roar of spiritual power, the crowd continued to retreat.

Han Chen looked at the two of them expressionlessly, and the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time. The son who picked it up, beat his own son, and he couldn't intervene.

Nor can it be interfered with!

There are many disciples of the Han family who sued him for his biological son, and it is indeed time to teach him a lesson, and he still wants to molest his own sister, which is simply not as good as a brute.

The black shadow is like a ghost, like a shadow.

The big sword that danced wildly in Han Shan's hand was knocked away by a punch at this moment, and it flew into the crowd with a whining cry, almost injuring the innocent.

Han Shan roared angrily: "It's too ...... to bully people", but immediately, he screamed and flew up a foot high, and fell heavily on the hard bluestone ground.

Han Xiaochuan ghostly reappeared in front of Han Shan, who had just gotten up,

Complaining, he continued:

Hanshan! Did you know?

Whenever the night is stormy.

Have you ever thought of it?

In the dark room of the Han family, the lonely little boy.

"Smack!"

After a more crisp slap sounded, Han Shan's huge body was actually slapped to the edge of the arena again.

All the people of the Han family, no one made a sound, and some people actually felt very happy, this young man who is powerful and powerful, someone should have stood up to clean him up a long time ago.

Li Xiaoying's beautiful eyes flickered, and he was full of brilliance, he had never seen this kind of beating people, and his mouth was chattering, like the magic sound of the soul in his brain, but it was very interesting.

Traces of blood flowed out of Han Shan's tearful mouth.

Han Xiaochuan followed him like a shadow, and stood in front of him again, like a ghost.

A thick fear climbed into Han Shan's eyes. As hell, he couldn't fight back.

The speed was simply too fast, so fast that he couldn't see where Han Xiaochuan shot from.

When he sensed the danger, the thunderous slap had already been drawn to the face.

The cultivation of the Eight Pattern Realm, in front of the Three Pattern Realm, has no resistance at all, and the corners of his clothes can't be touched.

Han Shan's heart was broken, and Han Xiaochuan's figure had already stood in front of him again.

continued to ramble, as if to say something insignificant:

The emaciated body huddled in the darkness.

On a stormy night, shivering.

Originally, it was weak and couldn't help it.

And with scars all over his body,

You hit it.

Pain and hunger,

That loneliness and helplessness, even despair.

Han Shan, do you know what that feels like?

The huge Han family compound,

Only the sister who raised him,

There is infinite love, never forsaking.

"Smack"

An even louder slap exploded on Han Shan's cheeks, and the explosive spiritual power, with a miserable howl that penetrated people's backs, flew out two feet away.