Among the flowers, there was a flash of light, and a woman suddenly appeared.
The woman looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. She was extremely beautiful. Although not as good as Xiao Yuyao, she was not much worse. She had fair skin and a pair of big, smart eyes. She blinked slightly and seemed to be able to speak. She was dressed in purple.
A group of people, with fluttering clothes, strolled through the flowers, like fairies among the flowers.
After a few steps, she came to Han Bin and asked in a solemn voice: "Who are you?"
Han Bin's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Who do you think I am?"
Seeing that the other person's eyes did not change at all, and even her voice was so indifferent, Ziwei frowned and was secretly surprised. You know, although her appearance cannot be said to be the most beautiful in the Wuji Sect, she is definitely ranked in the top three.
.Many monks, even if they have extraordinary concentration, when they see her
Even her most admired senior brother Wei Ming was like this when he saw her for the first time. And the man in front of her didn't even dare to be interested in her, so there were only two possibilities. One was that he was determined to
He has extraordinary concentration and is not affected at all. Secondly, he is not interested in his own appearance at all.
If it was the first possibility, then the man in front of him was definitely extraordinary.
Ziwei thought of this, looked at Han Bin for a moment, and said: "You are wearing purple clothes. There is a gold edge on the word Wuji on your chest. You have a sign on your waist that requires you to take the pavilion master's order. You are the new pavilion master of Wuji."
Han Bin said seriously: "Since you know my identity, why don't you let me enter the cabinet?"
Ziwei smiled coldly and said: "I don't care how you became the Pavilion Master of Wuji Pavilion, and I don't want to know who you are. Since Brother Wei Ming is not dead yet, even if you become the Pavilion Master, you have to leave here. As long as I
If you are not dead, I will not allow anyone to enter the place where Senior Brother Wei Ming lives."
If this kind of thing happened before, Han Bin would definitely endure it, but after experiencing so many things, he knew that even if he endured it now, it would be difficult to practice peacefully in Wuji Pavilion in the future. Xia Houtian has already said that you must take action when it is time to take action
, only by making the opponent fearful can we better control the scattered Wuji Pavilion.
These thoughts flashed through Han Bin's mind, and then he snorted coldly: "I don't know whether Wei Ming is dead or not. Since I am the new master of Wuji Pavilion, I have the final say in everything here." As he said that, he said
He patted the storage bag on his waist, took out the ultimate sword, and fired a spell on the sword. The sword flashed and made a buzzing sound.
The woman in front of him is only in the middle stage of divine transformation. Han Bin is not even afraid of the late stage of divine transformation, so how can he shrink back. As the saying goes, the three things a new official needs to do when taking office is to make others fearful and prevent them from resisting.
Only by thinking carefully can you become the master of this pavilion safely, can you control a place, and can you practice peacefully in Wuji Sect.
Ziwei's face darkened, obviously she didn't expect that Han Bin would do something to him, and she hurriedly asked: "What do you want to do?"
A look of disdain flashed through Han Bin's eyes, and he snorted coldly: "Didn't you stop me from entering Wuji Pavilion? Then let's see if you have the ability." Han Bin didn't like to do things that were difficult to destroy flowers, but
He couldn't care so much at this time. In Han Bin's eyes, the other party was not a woman, but a rival.
Sensing that Han Bin's aura was getting stronger and stronger, Ziwei knew that Han Bin was definitely not joking, but was serious. Ziwei's spiritual consciousness moved and landed on Han Bin. When she sensed that Han Bin only had the cultivation level of the early stage of becoming a god.
Later, it suddenly dawned on me that the other party had just entered Wuji Sect. As soon as he entered the sect, he could become Xiaoyaozi's closed disciple and replace Wei Ming's position in the sect. It is not difficult to see that the new pavilion master in front of him is not simple.
But things have come to this point, and Ziwei has no choice. Even if Han Bin doesn't take action, she will fight to save Wei Ming's position as the master of the pavilion. Ziwei's idea is very simple, just wait for Wei Ming to come back, and wait for Wei Ming to return.
Before she comes back, she will drive away all the pavilion masters who come. Although it violates the sect rules, it is all worth it for Senior Brother Wei Ming.
Although the opponent was only at the early stage of divine transformation, Ziwei did not take it lightly. Back then, when senior brother Wei Ming first entered the sect, didn't he also rely on a magical power to defeat the monks in the middle stage of divine transformation within three moves? Now, Ziwei has already
She didn't take the monks who had reached the middle stage of divine transformation or the early stage of divine transformation at all, and she didn't believe that they could compare with Wei Ming. In Ziwei's heart, Wei Ming was a rare genius in the world.
Thinking of this, Ziwei got rid of the distracting thoughts in her heart, patted the storage bag on her waist, and presented her magic weapon. There was a flash of purple light, and a purple butterfly the size of a thumb floated in front of her. The butterfly was purple in body and shape.
Realistic, especially the moment when it emits purple light, it looks like a real butterfly.
Ziwei glanced at the butterfly, quickly pinched the magic weapon with her right hand, and then fired a stream of spiritual power at the butterfly. With a flash of inspiration, the butterfly grew in size at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye it was the size of an adult's palm.
At the same time, the butterfly really came to life. It opened its eyes and flapped its wings gently. Every time it flapped, a huge airflow was generated in the air. This airflow stagnated in front of the butterfly, and as the airflow condensed,
As it reaches more and more, the energy contained in it gradually becomes larger and larger.
The magic technique in Ziwei's hand changed again, and then she shouted, "Dielianhua - Butterfly Dance among the Flowers." As her voice sounded, the surrounding violets suddenly flashed with light, and an illusory flower appeared on each flower.
Butterflies, under her control, these butterflies came to her as fast as lightning.
Suddenly, thousands of butterflies appeared in front of Ziwei. Although these butterflies were condensed with spiritual power, the energy contained in them should not be underestimated. If they launched attacks at the same time, it would be difficult for monks in the transformation stage to resist. Just when Han Bin thought,
When Ziwei was about to launch an attack, the opponent's magic spell was in his hand and he shouted: "Die Lianhua - Butterfly Effect."
Thousands of butterflies flapped their wings suddenly towards Han Bin.
The airflow generated when a butterfly flaps its wings is unimaginably huge. If a thousand butterflies flap at the same time, how powerful will the airflow be? The huge airflow quickly condenses together to form a larger airflow. This airflow
Under Ziwei's attack, the air flow roared and headed straight for Han Bin.
Under the huge air flow, the surrounding space became slightly distorted. The attack power contained in the air flow was astonishingly strong. In a blink of an eye, it came to Han Bin. At this moment, Han Bin stood still and did not make any reaction. If not
His eyes were as calm as water, no one would suspect that he was scared out of his wits.
Seeing Han Bin motionless, Ziwei's heart tightened, and she suddenly had an ominous premonition. But after thinking about it, she felt that this was not possible. This spell was a magical power that Brother Wei Ming helped her perfect. Once it was used, even if it appeared,
Wei Ming couldn't resist it without getting hurt. She didn't believe that the other party could really resist this spell.
In the air, the air flow roared and came to Han Bin. At the moment when the air flow swallowed him up, suddenly, a stream of light flashed in front of Han Bin, and a set of silver-white armor suddenly appeared in front of him. At the same time,
At the same time, Han Bin also moved. With a thought in his mind, the killing sword flew straight into the airflow under his control, and then passed through it alive.
The killing sword is so fast that it can seriously injure the Martial Saint in the dream with just one blow, not to mention this air current.
Although the energy contained in the air flow was huge, it could not stop the speed of the killing sword. In a flash, the killing sword came to Ziwei and stopped above her head. As long as Han Bin had a thought, he could
Kill her. At the same time, a huge airflow also fell in front of Han Bin. The black turtle armor once again worked, absorbing most of the attack power. As soon as the rest of the energy entered Han Bin's body, it penetrated him.
Easily resolved.
Even so, this spell should not be underestimated. Although Han Bin neutralized the attack power, he still took a small step back.
In the situation at hand, one small step is nothing.
Han Bin's consciousness was locked on Ziwei's body, and his murderous aura disappeared in a flash, and then he said coldly: "I don't want to see this happen again." With a flicker of his consciousness, his killing sword flashed, and he returned to him.
.Han Bin put the killing sword into his storage bag, without even looking at her, turned around and walked towards Wuji Pavilion.
Ziwei froze on the spot, her eyes full of disbelief. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have imagined that a monk in the early stages of becoming a god could be so powerful. When Han Bin entered Wuji Pavilion, Ziwei gave a bitter smile.
, looked up at the sky, looked in the direction of enlightenment, and murmured in his heart: "Brother Wei Ming, Wei'er tried her best..."
There was a formation outside Wuji Pavilion. Han Bin did not crack it. Instead, he took out the jade pendant from his waist and input his spiritual consciousness according to Xia Houtian's instructions. A stream of light flashed on the jade pendant, and a huge amount of energy was released.
, fell on the formation, and then there were multiple lines of Han Bin's breath in the formation.
Han Bin took a look at the formation and secretly marveled that this formation could absorb the monk's aura. As long as the monk with this aura came, the formation would not block it. Han Bin stepped forward and walked into Wuji Pavilion. Wuji
The pavilion is not big. In addition to a main hall, there are more than ten rooms. The items in these rooms are very particular. Some contain magic weapons, some store secret books, and some contain weapon refining materials...
Han Bin's consciousness moved, and all the things in the room were only the bottom of his eyes, and then he took a breath of cold air. The Wuji Sect is indeed rich, and there are so many treasures in one pavilion, so how many things are there in the entire Wuji Sect? Thinking of it
Here, Han Bin took out a jade slip from his storage bag, entered it with his spiritual consciousness, and quickly browsed it.
The jade slips record the sect rules and some common sense. The first rule is that you cannot kill each other within the same sect. Private fights are allowed as long as it does not harm your life. Once you kill the opponent, even if it is a manslaughter, your cultivation level will be revoked.
And he was expelled from the master. This kind of abolition of cultivation is different from that of Tianxingshang. After the monks of Tianxingshang abolished their cultivation, if they encounter the great fortune, they still have the possibility to practice again.
The Wuji Sect is different. It not only abolishes the cultivation level, but also separates the three souls of heaven and earth. Once these three souls are lost, no matter how talented you are, you will never be able to practice again if you encounter the great destiny. From now on,
He can only become a mortal, waiting for death to come in the years.
It is undeniable that abolishing cultivation is more cruel than killing a person. Because once you die, everything will go with the wind. If you were a powerful monk before, you can call the wind and rain with just a raise of your hands, and you can destroy a continent.
When everything is lost, he will be in great pain and his days will feel like years. Very few monks can die in peace after abolishing their cultivation. Generally, they die in depression, and many even choose to commit suicide.
Han Bin read the text in the jade slip very quickly, almost scanning it. He read the sect rules in a moment. Many of them had already been mentioned by Xia Houtian. Indeed, as he said, the sect rules were very important.
It was loose. After reading the sect rules, Han Bin looked at the common sense within the sect and took a few more glances at the responsibilities and rights of the pavilion master.
After reading it, Han Bin's eyes flashed, and he walked to the house not far away where the secret books were stored.