"Okay, don't fool me with this! Who doesn't know people like you? hehe...... Eighty old mother!" Han Zaixin didn't believe this, the evil aura on this person's body, he could clearly feel it, there were at least dozens of lives in the hands of such a person, he would be forced to be helpless?

"Really...... Hero, I'll kneel for you! Look, I've really knelt for you! You should have never seen a small one, okay! Let me go, and there will be a great reward in the future!" The big man in the shape of a man is completely open, not only kneeling on the ground, but also kowtowing! The whole person has no regard for face, it is really a piece of hob meat!

Han Zaixin didn't have the slightest mercy, he had already thought it out when this group of people came, the reason why the Xiao clan did this this time must be because they knew what they were doing now, for a family established by a monk, they naturally knew how valuable the things that Han Zaixin's family was planting now. So no matter what, for a Xiao family with only one Lingwu Realm ancestor still alive, such a resource would definitely not give up!

And their news is not so well-informed, because there is only one strong man in the Lingwu realm in their family, and this strong man is still meditating in the ancestral ancestral hall most of the time, how can they know the news of the Sword Sect thousands of miles away! The general Qi training period is not in the eyes of real monks, and they will not say anything to such a person, which also causes the Xiao family to only know that Han Zaixin has only been cultivating in the Sword Sect for a few years, and they don't know what kind of existence Han Zaixin is now.

In the thoughts of the Xiao family, Han Zaixin is just a child of a tenant family, and he also tested his qualifications in the Xiao family back then, but he can reach the bottom line of cultivation, and in the past few years, I am afraid that he has only been doing miscellaneous labor in the Sword Sect for a few years, and it is a blessing to be able to become an outer disciple, how could he have thought that Han Zaixin is now an inner disciple, and he is a disciple who definitely has the strength to impact the top ten in the inner gate!

Therefore, no one in the Xiao family from top to bottom really took Han Zaixin seriously, and they all felt that this was just a matter of catching turtles in an urn!

When the time comes, if this piece of bamboo spirit rice is in the bag, then the Xiao family may be able to produce a master of the Lingwu realm, such a thing will definitely not be missed, because the Hundred Years Old Mountain is their world, and the Sword Sect can't look down on such a small mountain, which just cheapens the small family created by the disciples of the Sword Sect like them.

But this time they mentioned the iron plate, although Han Zaixin is not a person who loves to kill, but he is definitely not a good person, he has only one principle, that is, no one wants to touch my things, and I don't want other people's! So he did not snatch resources in the hands of the Su clan, but exchanged his own things.

Now the Xiao clan wants to rob him, so it violates his bottom line. If it weren't for the fact that his cultivation is not high now, otherwise, he would definitely go directly to the sword storm and go directly to find the bad luck of the Xiao family. But now he was only slowing down a little, and changed Edgeworth's flight to go directly on foot. So that big man has no value, so there is no need to keep it!

The true yuan contained in the fingers was directly urged by Han Zaixin at this moment, and between the swallows, a sharp and unparalleled sword qi was directly urged out, like a fresh wind, gently blowing through, directly cutting one of the hands of the big man from the fist at once, splitting in half, and only then did it spew out a blood mist when it reached the shoulder, and shot out towards the distance.

"Real monk, I didn't expect you to be so powerful!" The big man was very hard, and he held up the pain of the sword qi and cut through the whole arm, without saying a word, but a layer of fine beads of sweat on his head kept pouring out.

"It's really a hard idea, but the harder you are, the more uneasy it makes me!" Han Zaixin pulled Han Zaiyun behind him when he urged the sword qi, blocking his view and not letting him see this bloody scene.

"I admit it! I will never appear in the Hundred Years Old Mountain again in the future! This is guaranteed by the head on my neck! I just ask you to let me go! How!" The big man said in a deep voice: "I have already lost an arm, and I will definitely not be able to pose a threat to you!"

"Huh...... It's a good idea! It's also beautiful, I'm almost moved by what you said! But you just said that there is no threat to me, but it's not just me here, it's also my family! So I'm most afraid of trouble, if you escape, then it will be a trouble for me, and the best way is to kill the trouble in the bud!"

"You...... You can't die well! The Xiao family won't let you go!" The big man suddenly turned gray, he knew that he would never be able to live, the other party saw through the trap in his words, and said that he was not his opponent, but his parents, his little cub brother, would definitely die in his hands! Because he didn't believe that as a monk, he would always stay in this small mountain village, this hundred-year-old mountain was just a drop in the ocean of this world, and it was definitely not a place suitable for such a monk as a cave house!

In the Xiao family, although this big man has a low status, he still knows some conditions unique to many monks, whether it is food, clothing, housing and transportation, there are all kinds of constraints, the higher their cultivation is the higher the requirements for the surrounding environment, and even to the degree of harshness, the thin aura will affect cultivation, and even the regression of cultivation has not happened, this point of the Xiao family's monks in the Lingwu realm is the best example, although they have broken through that barrier one by one, but none of them can go further!

Because there is no such suitable place around this hundred-year-old mountain to provide them with the aura of cultivation for breakthroughs, although the Xiao clan has appeared several clansmen in the Lingwu realm over the years, none of them can withstand the despair of not being able to break through, and they all walked out one by one, not knowing where they went, maybe they entered some small sects, or became a casual cultivator. But the monks who went out did not come back, because outside was not only a world of flowers, but also a cruel Colosseum!

"Okay, you can go to hell first to explore your master's path, and the time has come to show loyalty!" Han Zaixin smiled, and then directly pointed five fingers, and suddenly held his palm empty, as if he was holding an illusory long sword.

"Slash!" Han Zaixin's arm raised slightly, and at this moment, the air around him was all triggered, as if something was invisible but had a substantial form, cutting through the air and tearing apart this formless but ubiquitous gas.

The dust on the ground was also raised at this time, and it seemed that Han Zaixin's hand wave brought a small whirlwind, blowing all the yellow dust around him slightly. Suddenly, the yellow sand rose, and the sight was blocked at this moment, and a small tornado was attracted in Han Zaixin's movements.

The yellow sand is like a small sword blade, drawing blood marks on the body of the big man, facing the most ordinary yellow sand, the body of the big man who has been trained for more than 20 years is so vulnerable!

With Han Zaixin's hand waved, the wind suddenly became more urgent, and the yellow sand was like the blade of a real long sword, directly tearing open one by one, so that blood-colored marks continued to appear on the big man's body, and constantly tore, constantly flowing blood, and then Han Zaixin's hand slashed down, directly splitting him in half, like a piece of dry wood, and fell to both sides.

Han Zaiyun behind Han Zaixin didn't see this bloody scene, and with a wave of Han Zaixin's hand, a deep ravine appeared on the ground, I don't know how deep, but it was pitch black like a big mouth. The two halves of the body that fell to the sides were also blown by the whirlwind, as if they were directly pushed by a pair of invisible hands, and fell into the ravine.

The wind stopped, the yellow sand filled the ravine, and the ground was flat, as if nothing had happened, only Han Zaixin stood in the ground, and there was nothing in front of him: "It's a pity, it's a pity that there are two bamboo spirit rice, and it's enough for the family to eat for half a month when they grow up!" In Han Zaixin's heart, it's a pity that the dead biao-shaped man is not as good as two bamboo spirit rice.

This is the world of monks, a cold-blooded world, no one can maintain the original pure, cruel world laws in such a world, the law of the jungle, only the strong who stand at the top are qualified to pity all beings, and only those who have the last laugh are qualified to give sympathy to others. If he dies in the middle of the way, then it is just a pile of dry bones, and no one will make a feud against the rest of the people for the sake of a dead stranger, unless it is the sect that wants to maintain the posture of protecting the disciples under the sect, or blood relatives.

Han Zaixin can only be regarded as the lowest level of small shrimp in this world, but he is also used to seeing such life and death, although the Sword Sect is a famous faction, but it will not be the real Gao Feng Liangjie who supports the justice of the world, but in order to maintain his own posture, for his own interests, he stood on the opposite side of the Demon Sect, thus gaining the support of countless mortals and becoming a decent sect. If killing people can practice peerless swordsmanship, then the people of the Sword Sect are definitely sword maniacs, demons who kill people without blinking.

But the Sword Sect does not have that kind of swordsmanship, from the inheritance left by the predecessors who originally founded the sect, such evil sects have been abandoned, although there are also some dark swordsmanship circulating, but it is not the mainstream, so killing some evil evil monks is enough to maintain the inheritance of the dark part of the Sword Sect.

"Alright, it's your turn!" Han Zaixin looked at the rest of the people, and suddenly these people's hearts were all soaked with cold sweat, and the fear of death spread in their hearts, and they were desperate one by one, hysterically wanting to escape.