Facing a foundation building cultivator like Han Ying, Han Yuan instinctively felt a little nervous, but he was not particularly afraid. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Now he is not the little medicine slave who trembled in front of the eldest lady of the Han family in the past, but a disciple of the Xuanyou Sect, and the cultivation of the perfect qi and the cold glass of the foundation building made him have enough confidence when facing Han Ying.

Although speaking of which, this is the first time the two have met since escaping from the Han family. However, Han Yuan and Han Ying glanced at each other, and their eyes exchanged violent sparks in the air, and each other's thoughts became clear in an instant. It was impossible for Han Ying to let him go, so how could Han Yuan sit idly by? Today's tough battle is inevitable.

However, Han Ying didn't do it directly, she looked Han Yuan up and down, her eyes seemed to be looking at the slaughtered demon beast, and Han Yuan was very uncomfortable to see. When she saw Han Yuan's sturdy and upright figure, she hooked her glamorous/beautiful red lips, and instead showed a smile: "It's a pity, Han Yuan." The family didn't even find you before, otherwise I would have let you be my guard. ”

In this regard, Han Yuan just sneered. Thinking that Han Ying is a disciple of Huanqing Peak, what she cultivates is the kind of Hehuan evil art that collects yang and replenishes yin, and she is a guard? Han Ying doesn't mind, he is still disgusting in the cold abyss. It's just that as soon as Han Ying said this, Han Yuan also raised his vigilance, and secretly warned himself that he must be careful of Han Ying's charm for a while, so as not to lose his mind and be defeated without a fight.

While Han Ying was laughing at him, Han Yuan was also secretly looking at Han Ying. He didn't know about Han Ying, but he knew too well about the Han family, this family was a corrupt and ruthless place, completely different from the order of the Xuanyou Sect. As the eldest lady of the Han family, Han Ying is naturally also a femme fatale. The more gentle and kind Han Ying behaved at this moment, the more Han Yuan felt that she had a ghost.

Seeing Han Yuan's attitude of both vigilance and disgust, Han Ying felt more and more bored, and her original smile gradually faded, replaced with an angry and cruel expression: "Han Yuan, Ming people don't say dark words. You have caused my brother's cultivation to be scattered, and he can only marry and have children with a secular woman, and he will be depressed all day long. If I don't teach you how to taste the methods of the Demon Gate today, what kind of face will I have to go home and see my poor brother!"

Poor Han Yuan almost laughed out loud when he heard this, and then looked at Han Ying's sincere appearance. Han Hui is just abolished and his dantian cultivation is completely dispersed, and he still enjoys the glory and wealth in the Han family, and has a noble lady in the secular world, what is there to be pitiful? Let him live a stable life for a few years for the time being, and when he has the ability to bulldoze the Han family one day, Han Hui will know what real pity is.

Han Yuan sneered: "I'm just giving him a little lesson, so that he knows never to underestimate anyone - I can stand in front of you today, and he can only stay in the Han family for the rest of his life to be a mouse, and wait for me to go back in the future, and chop him up with my own hands to feed the dog!"

"Han Yuan! At this moment, she no longer had the mood to tease Han Yuan before, and with a flip of her slender wrist, she summoned a peacock brocade fan out of thin air and slammed it towards Han Yuan.

There are colorful lights circulating on this treasure fan, so that people can hardly open their eyes, and the five elements of spiritual power are attached to the gorgeous peacock feathers that are as sharp as a sword, and they come straight to the cold abyss. In an instant, trees were growing, sand and stones were flying, and the golden light was immense, as if frost had condensed, and as if flames were burning. Layers of illusions kept changing in front of Han Yuan's eyes, and countless sharp blades were attacking him, trying to pierce him through!

One blow to build the foundation, so powerful!

Han Yuan felt a tightness in his chest, under such a majestic spiritual pressure, he instinctively felt the pressure, and there was a feeling of powerlessness to be subdued and restrained. This blow changed any monk below the tenth level of Qi cultivation was a certain death, and even if it was an ordinary Qi cultivation peak, he would be seriously injured. This is the absolute power of the foundation building period against the qi training period!

Han Yuan stood in place, not moving, not panicking, and not running for his life as Han Ying expected. In his deep eyes, there was a certain eagerness to try.

He wants to try where his bottom limit is, anyway, now that he has Hanli in hand, even if he can't beat it, it's absolutely no problem to escape. Han Ying is a disciple of Huanqing Peak, and the method of cultivation is the dual cultivation of men and women, and she is not good at actual combat. If he didn't even have the courage to challenge Han Ying, how could he talk about other more powerful foundation building cultivators?

Han Yuan took a deep breath and calmed his mind for a moment, and the Frost Sacrifice Sword let out a sword roar, colliding with the multicolored spiritual light that slashed towards his Heavenly Spirit Gai's head!

This aura was originally an illusory spiritual power manifestation, but under the impact of the sword light of the Frost Sacrifice Sword, it turned into an entity, colliding with the silver-white sword light, setting off a wave of qi. Both Han Yuan and Han Ying took a few steps back under the impact of this wave of qi, and their expressions changed.

It's just that the mood of the two at the moment is completely different. Han Yuan was naturally overjoyed, and Han Ying's face became more and more gloomy, and her eyes were a little more vigilant, not daring to make a casual move like before, but raising her evaluation of Han Yuan one step further.

"Sure enough, I have some ability, no wonder I can live until now. But this Qi practice is Qi training, next, how many fans can you catch?" Han Yingjiao smiled, her wrist flipped, and the treasure fan was full of treasure, and a peacock chirping was faintly heard.

This one was different from the previous one, it was gentle, soft, just rolling up a breeze and gently blowing across the face of the cold abyss. It is as if a flower blooms in the air, and it is like a wisp of clouds floating through, so soft/soft that people almost ignore the threat in it, and indulge in such a spring breeze. However, in such a warm wind, the soft/soft feathers were as sharp as swords, and countless streamers exploded into a colorful firework and smashed down on the cold abyss!

Soft and strong, this seemingly gentle breeze contains infinite killing power, Han Yuan's whole hair rises, and there is a static electricity crackling from the Tianling Gai all the way to the soles of his feet, and the extreme sense of crisis spreads throughout his body in an instant. Before the instinct of the human body realized it, he had already turned his body to the side, and the ghost phantom step was activated to the strongest, and one step was more than half a foot, and he narrowly brushed the breeze.

The murderous breeze blew lightly, and the originally crimson land suddenly bloomed with large flowers/begonias, flowers/buds red, like rouge, dripping blood from the petals. I saw that the dazzling red light in his eyes flickered, and each one was as sharp as a sword, and the back that Han Yuan did not completely dodge was cut countless times in an instant.

However, just as the countless fierce sword qi attacked, a ray of turquoise aura emerged from Han Yuan's body, steadily blocking this terrifying attack. Han Yuan held the poisonous soul Qinggang cover in his palm, firmly protecting his whole person in the blue aura, and let the tinkling dong aura hit, the thin shield looked like an old tree in a storm, let the wind and rain blow without moving.

Until the begonias that spawned withered and the attack dissipated, the verdant blue aura still shrouded Han Yuan's body, and under its protection, even his clothes were not torn. Rao is like this, Han Yuan also broke out in a cold sweat, and the little self-satisfaction that he had was gone.

Han Ying is worthy of being a monk in the foundation building period, even if her combat power is not strong among the foundation building monks, it is very different from him, a qi cultivation monk. Just this attack, which was serious, forced out his defensive magic weapon. Han Yuan himself speculated that if the two of them really fought a field battle, he was only afraid that he would not be able to make five moves in Han Ying's hands.

However, why should he fight with Han Ying?

Han Yuan sneered, and when he saw Han Ying on the other side raise his hand and wave a fan again, he also raised his wrist - a miserable blue light shone from his wrist, almost illuminating the faces of the two!

Han Ying's face changed drastically! She tilted the treasure fan in her hand downward, and the blade-like feathers gathered together to form a shield in an instant. Rao was like this, Han Ying also took three steps back one after another, and could barely hold the treasure fan in his hand. In mid-air, a magnificent peacock feather fell lightly to the ground.

"Zhuji Spirit Pet!" Han Ying stabilized her body, her face was incredulous, and she spit out these four words word by word.