"Don't want to live anymore?"
Ye Han's eyes were cold to the bone and he glanced at the group of people.
"What's wrong, Ye Han?"
"Do you really take yourself seriously?"
A group of inner disciples looked at each other with sarcasm.
There are already rumors that Li Futu evolved the Ten Thousand Dao Human Emperor in the academy square that day, which was not as easy as it seemed.
He was forcibly supporting it, even triggering the secret technique.
In other words, the Taoist Master in the human world is about to perish!
When that day comes, who will Ye Han be?
A small person in the Qi Explosion Realm is like an ant in the academy. Any master who steps forward can crush him to death.
boom! ! !
Ye Han's energy surged wildly and exploded in an instant.
A punch pierced the vacuum, and in an instant he was killed in front of a group of people.
The screams continued one after another, and no one in the group of inner disciples could stop this punch, regardless of the presence of Qi, Blood, or Gang Qi.
These people could never imagine how terrifying Ye Han's current peak attack was.
Even if the power of the Eternal Invincible Dragon Body has not been used, Ye Han's rich Qi, blood and Yuan Power can sweep it all away.
In the past half month of practice, he has even mastered the secret technique of the Hundred Explosions of Divine Power to a state of perfection, and can achieve the true "Hundred Explosions".
Under the complete explosion, the warriors with explosive Gang Qi were no match for him.
"Ye Han, once Li Futu dies, you will be just an ant to be manipulated. Why are you so arrogant?"
An inner disciple whose Gang Qi exploded was very unwilling and stared at Ye Han.
Ye Han turned his eyes away and without saying a word, he took a step forward and suddenly thrust his palm fingers out in front of him.
A mighty energy and blood blessing, the fist burst out, and struck the man's chest through the vacuum.
The sternum was shattered in an instant, and the inner disciple flew out directly, hitting the ground, spitting out blood.
Ye Han didn't stop and strode over.
"what are you up to?"
"I am a disciple of Qixingtang!"
This person looked at Ye Han in horror and threatened.
Ye Han glanced at it indifferently, raised his right arm, and struck down with one blow.
Click!
The inner disciple's protective aura was shattered.
A fierce and unparalleled energy of energy and blood blasted into his sea of energy.
The sea of qi exploded immediately, and all his energy collapsed, turning him into a waste that could not be cultivated.
"You can't afford to offend Ye Han, so leave quickly!"
Far and near, a group of disciples fled in fear and trembling.
"A bunch of people who follow the trend of others!"
Ye Han glanced at the group of people disdainfully, not paying attention.
this is the truth!
I don't even know this group of people, and I have no grudges at all.
But it's just a matter of jumping out and looking for boredom, just because the wind is so powerful that it covers the sky, and its status in the academy is getting higher and higher.
So, they are going to jump out and provoke themselves?
What are the benefits of doing this? Feng Buliang couldn't even know, nor would he take it seriously.
Ye Han really didn't understand. Feng Wuliang was the biological father of these people?
Are all of them so loyal?
Ye Han didn't have the intention to continue arguing, and soon arrived at the foot of Zhuyun Peak.
Yuan Li broke into the teleportation array, and soon Elder Gu Yunzhu appeared and led Ye Han to the peak.
"Ye Han, I heard that you shined brilliantly in the Battle of Six Paths!"
Gu Yunzhu looked at Ye Han: "Your senior sister knows and is very happy for you, but this time you have completely provoked the son of reincarnation."
"It doesn't matter!"
Ye Han's eyes flickered: "He, Feng Buliang, can be the son of reincarnation, and I, Ye Han, may not be able to do it either."
If Ye Han still can't understand the situation, he is really a fool.
On the Stairway to the Pagoda, his blow power surpassed that of the Six Paths Successors, and in the end he was only one step away from Feng Wuliang.
That step was not a problem at all for Ye Han. He could even continue climbing, approaching the seven thousandth floor.
On the other hand, Feng Wuliang not only used the human-dragon body, but also used all the Yin-Yang and Six Paths battle blood. Six thousand layers was already his limit.
What's this?
The absolute gap in talent!
My eternal invincible dragon body is too strong, and the Nine Heavens Dragon Control Technique is too strong.
Feng Wuliang is not qualified to compare with himself.
However, now that everything about him cannot be truly exposed, a blind fight of will can only make him the target of public criticism and lead him to death.
What needs to be done now is to practice with concentration and steadily improve.
"It's great that you have such thoughts. I just hope that you can become a son of reincarnation before Dao Master Li... comes to an end and be able to preserve the way of the world." Gu Yunzhu said complicatedly.
Soon, the two entered the hall.
He saw Mo Qingrou sitting at the door, waiting for him.
"Senior sister!"
Ye Han spoke.
"The battle of the Six Paths is over, you did a great job!"
Mo Qingrou's eyes focused on Ye Han, soft and bright.
Ye Han's performance certainly exceeded Mo Qingrou's expectations.
She had never imagined that Ye Han, who came to Samsara Academy, would be promoted at such a speed.
"The battle of the Six Paths is just the beginning. Sooner or later, Feng Wuliang and I will have a big battle. I will personally knock him off the altar and let the academy know who is the real number one in the academy!"
Ye Han spoke calmly, with a very strong will.
Gu Yunzhu looked at Ye Han strangely from the side.
There are countless disciples in the academy, and there are many geniuses who are more powerful than Ye Han. The few descendants who participated in the Battle of Six Paths that day were actually not too impressive.
The truly powerful people gathered in the temple.
But Ye Han was the only one who dared to say these words with such confidence, and who dared to say that he would knock Feng Wuliang down as a detective.
"By the way, senior sister, Yin Tianxiu hasn't come to trouble you these days, has he?" Ye Han asked.
"No, Yin Tianxiu seems to have gone completely dormant recently, but she seems to have joined the Wuji Sword Sect." Mo Qingrou frowned.
She then said: "Ye Han, Master Chu and Chu Youshi have been at your Longyin Peak recently, right?"
"Um!"
Ye Han nodded.
"Master Chu is a good person. When he was young, he and Master Li were sympathetic to each other."
Mo Qingrou looked at Ye Han: "In the next few days, you might as well leave with Master Chu and go to Burning Moon Academy to practice for a while."
"Going to Burning Moon Academy?"
Ye Han shook his head: "I never thought about this."
When Mo Qingrou was about to continue speaking, Ye Han's palms changed, and suddenly, a powerful true dragon aura filled the entire hall.
"What?"
Mo Qingrou and Elder Gu Yunzhu were shocked at the same time.
"True Dragon Liquid!"
Ye Han said: "Senior sister, I finally condensed a drop of true dragon liquid. Next, you can refine it, and it may be able to expel the extremely cold hell water in your body."
At the same time that this scene was happening in Zhuyun Peak, deep in the academy, in Tongtian Peak, Feng Wuliang and the Taoist Master Tianshen gathered together.
At the top of Tongtian Peak, the wind is boundless and powerful, with a tendency to affect the changes in the void in all directions.
His eyes were extremely captivating, with undisguised murderous intent bursting out.
"Li Futu must die!"
"As for Ye Han, a little ant who dares to challenge my majesty, he should be killed completely. However, Ye Han will be left to Ye Zhixuan to take action herself."
The sound of the wind is endless.
The Taoist Master beside him said: "Li Futu has gone to the Gate of Hell. Perhaps, our plan will be implemented soon. I have determined that Li Futu is not in good condition, and he was indeed forcibly supporting that day."
"Very good!"
Feng Wuliang turned around, a faint arc escaping from the corner of his mouth.
