No one thought that under Wang Meng's pressure, Han Ding would dare to say these words. Even Han Aotian, who thought he knew his son very well, had an incredible look on his face.
"This kid is quite a tough guy."
"It's indeed courageous, but it seems a bit stupid to say such words in front of the three major families."
Is it stupid? On the surface, Han Ding's toughness is indeed synonymous with stupidity. But in fact, it is not the case. After all, the three people in front of him only have the strength of a spiritual master. If Han Ding uses Zhou Hao's power, he may not be able to
contend with it.
However, the reason why Han Ding behaves so toughly is not only because he has a trump card. The most important thing is that the aura of the gods in his body is originally a superior existence. How can he be oppressed by mortals and ignored by a few mere spiritual masters?
Considered fish on the chopping board?
"Interesting, it really is Han Aotian's son." Han Ding's resistance made Wang Meng furious, and he couldn't help but speed up his steps forward, and his face became ferocious and scary.
Sure enough, it was the guy who was walking around in Tianlin Town. He wanted to take action when he had a disagreement.
"It will be more interesting next time." Han Ding smacked his lips and handed his body to Zhou Hao. Suddenly, the aura on his body rose like a flood.
"This is..." Han Ding's rapidly rising momentum even startled Zeng Yi, who was next to their father and son. He involuntarily took several steps back, and the laziness on his face disappeared without a trace.
He stared at Han Ding as if he was seeing a monster, "Is there a secret method from the East China Sea?"
"It turns out that Han Aotian and his son are not as weak as they appear!"
"If they really didn't have any means, I'm afraid the East China Sea Spiritual Jade in their hands would have been robbed long ago."
Han Ding's momentum climbed to the level of an 8th level spiritual warrior before he stopped. Feeling the changes in Han Ding's body, coupled with Zeng Yi's previous words, the onlookers changed their tone of voice as fast as changing their faces.
, and became more and more excited, as if they were the ones who knew the secret.
"Haha, it is indeed more interesting!" At this time, Wang Meng also stopped and stared at Han Ding for a while before saying, "However, if that's all, you don't seem to be enough to stop the three of us.
Human?"
"Want to join forces?" After the rising aura on his body stopped, Han Ding protected his still shocked father behind him, raised his head, and looked at Chen Mo with half-squinted eyes, "Do you agree?"
Using secret techniques to temporarily enhance one's own strength was recorded in the ancient books of the four major families, but no one had ever seen it. Chen Mo didn't know whether Han Ding had kept his hand, so he, who was always cautious, heard Han Ding's words.
When asked, he immediately said: "Although the East China Sea Lingyu is very attractive, it is not enough to make me, Chen Mo, betray my personality and dignity."
"You have a bullshit personality." Wang Meng glanced at Chen Mo with disdain, then focused on Zeng Yi, "Sleeping cat, what do you say?"
"Oh-oh--" Zeng Yi yawned for a long time, turned around and left, "I'm so sleepy, go back to the branch and sleep."
Chen Mo did not want to join forces with Wang Meng because he and Wang Meng were not on the same page and he had scruples. However, no one expected that Zeng Yi would not give Wang Meng face.
"Oh, it's really getting more and more interesting now."
"These four little kings are really all masters who do not follow common sense!"
"Now that Han Ding has suddenly become stronger through secret methods, Chen Mo and Zeng Yi are unwilling to join forces with Wang Meng, and they don't know if Wang Meng will continue."
In the midst of all kinds of discussions, Wang Meng's originally ugly face became even more gloomy. He gritted his teeth suddenly, raised his hand, and screamed "Ji-", and fireworks continued to rise into the sky. "
You’re just an eighth-level spiritual master who relies on secret techniques, so don’t think that I can’t do anything to you.”
"Sending a signal to summon people? Now we're in trouble!" Han Ding was no stranger to the elongated sound that broke through the air. He knew that it was the Wang family's unique method of transmitting signals or summoning people, so he couldn't help but frown.
Han Ding is no stranger to this, and so are others. At the same time, various subtle discussions came out from the crowd again, "This Wang Meng looks brave and extraordinary, but it turns out that he is also a master who can only defeat the small with more."
"The Wang family has this kind of strength. Even if a hundred or ten people surround a junior to death, who would dare to say anything?"
Although the discussion was not loud, it was enough to reach Wang Meng's ears. Even though Wang Meng was thick-skinned, his face was still burning and very uncomfortable. However, no matter how uncomfortable it was, he had to endure it. After all, the elder in the family
The ancestor issued a death order, saying that the emergence of the Holy Vein would cause chaos in the world. If the East China Sea Spirit Jade can be obtained, the Wang family will have more power to protect themselves.
Although he couldn't care less about his face, Wang Meng still felt a lot more at ease when he thought about his family's future development, and his previously gloomy expression relaxed a bit.
"In that case -" Han Ding and Zhou Hao were not procrastinators and made a decision quickly, "Then I will deal with you before the Wang family arrives!"
Before Han Ding finished speaking, someone had already jumped out, drew a semicircle with his right hand in the air, and punched out. More than a hundred fist shadows immediately occupied the entire street, and with a "boom boom" sound, they fiercely enveloped the king.
passed.
"Although the level 8 spiritual master is stronger than me, it may not be that easy to defeat me." When Wang Meng sent the signal, he made preparations for the battle. He noticed that Han Ding suddenly launched a move and his aura suddenly increased.
He stood upright and took a defensive stance, then danced wildly towards the roaring fist shadow.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
For a time, there was constant noise on the street, as if there were more than a hundred people tinkering, and the momentum was quite alarming.
Wang Meng is a level 6 spiritual master? I don’t know when Chen Mo and Zeng Yi came together. They both frowned as they looked at Wang Meng who was defending tightly against Han Ding’s attack.
"No wonder Wang Meng is so strong. Even Han Aotian back then was just like this, right?" Chen Mo took a breath and said to himself. Habitually, he compared Han Aotian 10 years ago.
"It seems that it is not that easy for Han Ding to defeat Wang Meng." Zeng Yi said.
"Yes, the Wang family's martial arts is good at defense. If Wang Meng just defends, even if he is two or three levels higher than him, he will not be able to do anything."
While the two of them were sighing, Han Ding's first wave of attacks had been blocked by Wang Meng. They couldn't help but frown, "You really are quite capable, no wonder you dare to be so brutal."
Although Wang Meng defended Han Ding's first wave of attacks, he did not feel comfortable. Because Han Ding's strength was more than twice that of an ordinary level 8 spiritual person. After blocking the more than a hundred fist shadows, his hands
It was already slightly red, and labor pains were transmitted to the central nervous system from time to time, causing the corners of his mouth to tremble slightly.
"But that's it!" Han Ding's tone seemed a little impatient, and he took a half-step forward. This half-step was very strange. Although Han Ding only raised his foot slightly,
However, he stepped over nearly ten feet and suddenly arrived in front of Wang Meng. He put his hands together and his index fingers together, quickly stretched out and stabbed Wang Meng directly in the heart.
The moment Han Ding poked his index finger, Wang Meng suddenly felt a burst of fear in his heart. He felt that the surrounding air had become desolate, and the thin boy in front of him seemed to have turned into a sharp sword at this moment, indestructible.
"Thunder!" Wang Meng's heart sank, he roared loudly, gave up his previous defense, and punched Han Ding in the head.
Wang Meng's punch was obviously not weak. The moment he punched out, there was a faint sound of thunder.
"So strong!" Chen Mo and Wang Meng were not on the same page. Naturally, he paid special attention to this guy who liked to label himself a hypocrite. He couldn't help but trembled in his heart. It turned out that the Wang family's martial arts were not only excellent in defense, but also in attack. He was definitely not him.
opponent.
Wang Meng's attack was fierce, and the guy adopted a lose-lose style of play. Han Aotian, who came back to his senses, was so frightened that he said, "Ding'er, be careful."
Amidst Han Aotian's exclamations, the duel between the two was over.
There was no earth-shattering duel as expected, and everything returned to calm after a short period of chaos. However, Han Ding's face was a little pale at this time, and he retreated to Han Aotian's side. As for Wang Meng, his face turned purple.
Color, there was a hole on his left chest, and bright red liquid trickled out from it. As the blood flowed out, his pupils began to gradually dilate. What makes people feel even more weird is that Wang Meng originally hit Han Ding's head with the weapon.
The right fist also changed direction at this time and pointed directly at the sky, as if trying to punch a hole in the sky.
"Did you see clearly what happened just now?" After a while, a voice finally broke the brief silence.
"I didn't see anything, but I felt it. I felt that a peerless sword appeared out of the sky and struck at Wang Meng."
"It's not a chop, it's a stab, right?"
"..."
Different from others, Chen Mo and Zeng Yi looked at each other, and both took a breath of air. One sentence came out of their mouths at the same time, "What a terrifying martial arts!"
After a pause, Zeng Yi said again: "Mid grade? Top grade? Or higher?"
"I can't see it either." Chen Mo shook his head and said, "However, it is undoubtedly right for us to withdraw from it in time. Otherwise, we may become the dead souls of this guy like Wang Meng."
Recalling the hesitation just now, both of them felt that their scalps were starting to feel numb. There were others who felt the same as Chen Mo and Zeng Yi, such as Han Yu, Han Fu and Han Yuan.
After noticing the confrontation here, they rushed out of Han's Pawn Shop. They happened to see the previous scene and realized that Han Ding had shown mercy outside the door of Han's Pawn Shop just now.
"Am I worse than a guy who doesn't enjoy family resources?" Han Yu pursed his lips, and his dandy air disappeared without a trace at this moment.
"Third brother, third brother..." In everyone's shock, a group of people ran quickly from the main street and pushed away the onlookers. When they saw Wang Meng who looked like a sculpture, a guy who looked somewhat similar to Wang Meng appeared.
He shouted and ran towards the king as fast as he could.