Zeng Xiaoyu didn't have any ill feelings towards his second cousin Han Feng, although Han Feng was a little crazy and a little bit second, but his background was not bad.

It was based on this that Zeng Xiaoyu planned to help him.

This day's broken pulse gong was specially tailored for disabled people like him.

Moreover, this exercise is quite advanced, and you can practice it until the Jindan period without changing to other exercises, saving you a lot of trouble in finding exercises.

A good person did it to the end, Zeng Xiaoyu simply asked the exercise upgrade system in his mind: "System, I have a Heavenly Broken Pulse Skill here, can I upgrade it again?"

System: The system is scanning.

Ding, the system scans to the Xuan-level high-grade exercises, and the Heavenly Broken Pulse Exercises can be upgraded to the ground-level lower-grade exercises.

Please ask the host to confirm whether to upgrade?

Zeng Xiaoyu: "Upgrade!"

System: The system is upgrading the exercises, please wait...

Ding, the exercise upgrade is complete, please check the host...

As soon as the system's voice fell, countless messages began to pour into Zeng Xiaoyude's mind.

"The exercises of the lower grade at the ground level are already very good!

If I take out this exercise and give it to the Han family, I'm afraid that there will be many people in the Han family who will not hesitate to harm themselves to practice this skill because of this high-level exercise!"

Zeng Xiaoyu stood up and thought with a dark smile in his heart.

According to Zeng Xiaoyu's estimate, in the Han family, in addition to the Flame Slashing Spirit Technique, the cultivation techniques passed down by the descendants must not exceed the ground level, and it may be a Xuan-level high-grade, or a Xuan-level middle-grade.

A ground-level exercise is not insignificant for the temptation of all martial artists.

Out of the temptation of the ground-level exercises, some people may take risks and harm themselves to meet the conditions for cultivating this exercise.

Zeng Xiaoyu pushed the door and walked out of the guest room, heading to the courtyard of his second cousin Han Feng.

Zeng Xiaoyu had just approached the courtyard when he heard the second cousin's ghost crying wolf howl.

"Leave me alone! Get out of here! You're going to let me die! Why save me?

I'm a wreck now, what's the use of you saving me?

It's just that the family has one more sinner and waster who eats idle food!

......

Please, ignore me, let me die!"

Zeng Xiaoyu frowned when he heard the sound, and pushed open the gate of the courtyard with a gloomy face.

But I saw my second cousin Han Feng rolling to the ground, his hair was scattered, and the wounds on his hands and feet were originally tied with bandages, but under Han Feng's struggle, they were already a little loose, and the white bandages began to seep out blood.

The bright red blood, combined with his horribly pale face, made him look like a dead man.

If it weren't for the fact that the body could still move and there was still breathing, I am afraid that they could be buried immediately and buried in the ground.

At this moment, Han Feng was crazy, and he was very resistant to the support and persuasion of several family members, and kept struggling to prevent them from helping him up.

As soon as several family members saw Zeng Xiaoyu come in, they were all happy, and their eyes were full of admiration.

"Young Master Cousin!"

A few of the housekeepers shouted, and they all stood aside respectfully.

They also saw the scene of Zeng Xiaoyu's great power last night, and Zeng Xiaoyu's palm had left an indelible impression in their hearts.

For congenital powerhouses like Zeng Xiaoyu, in their hearts, they all respect from the bottom of their hearts.

Seeing him was like seeing their ancestors.

"You all go down!"

Zeng Xiaoyu nodded to these family members and let them all go out.

The family members did not dare to disobey, and quickly bowed down, and they all withdrew from the courtyard.

Before leaving, he closed the courtyard door again.

"What are you doing here? Are you here to see my joke?"

Becoming a waste, Han Feng is very sensitive to many people around him.

Unexpectedly, Zeng Xiaoyu sneered: "Cut, what qualifications do people like you have to let me come to see your jokes?"

I have seen a lot of people like you! Since I was a child, I grew up in a big family, and I was born with a golden soup spoon in my mouth, and I lived a life where I opened my mouth for food and stretched out my hands for clothes.

On weekdays, he seeks to have fun, does not seek progress, and causes trouble.

Once you encounter a little setback, you will complain and give up on yourself, looking like you can't afford to lose!

It's as if everyone else owes you! Even God won't help you anymore!

People like you are guilty of living! There is no use for anyone other than wasting the family's resources!

Honestly, for people like you, I think you should die right away!

It's good to save a ration for the Han family!

Your death, your death, can be regarded as making some contributions to the Han family!"

When Han Feng heard Zeng Xiaoyu's sarcastic words, he raised his head in some surprise and looked at Zeng Xiaoyu in shock.

In the past few days, the people who came to visit him either persuaded him with good words and tried their best to comfort him, or they wept and sighed.

It annoyed him when he heard these voices.

It is true that he has the heart of giving up on himself, going on a hunger strike and refusing to seek medical treatment.

It's just that now Zeng Xiaoyu said that he is really like what he just said, wasting air alive and wasting land when he dies, he is completely a waste and a parasite.

Could it be that my whole life has been so worthless?

A trace of unwillingness rose from Han Feng's heart.

After all, no one has ever dared to look down on him so much, and no one has dared to say such sarcastic things in front of him.

If anyone dares to say such a thing in front of him before his hands and feet are sound, he will surely go up and give that person a few kicks, press his face to the ground, and rub it with all his might.

It's just that now he is really just a wasted person.

Although I am angry and unwilling in my heart, what is the use of birds?

Getting angry didn't make him stand up and beat someone, it made his wounds start to hurt.

Zeng Xiaoyu continued to sneer: "When I say this, it's still light!"

Do you know how happy the people of the city are when they know that you have become a waste?

If you die, the people you once bullied, your opponents, and the young master of the Shi family who competed with you for women will all celebrate your glorious death!

And that Ye Die, she's just using you, in his eyes, you're just a pawn that's useless than garbage!

As soon as they see that you have lost your value, they will be cruel to you!

But none of this has anything to do with you anymore!

If you're dead, the most you can do is draw a disdainful smile from her!

All people will soon forget you, forget that in this world, there is still your existence Han Feng!"

When Han Feng heard Zeng Xiaoyu's words, he became more and more excited, as if he was crazy, and shouted loudly: "No! No, I don't want to die! I want revenge! I want to kill that! She hurt me so badly!"

I, Han Feng, swear here, I will kill Ye Die in this life!

The intense humiliation and anger completely inspired Han Feng's fighting spirit and survival spirit.

Although he seemed crazy at this time, the flame of life that was about to be extinguished also began to burn again with anger.