As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes widened. Many people even remembered some rumors about Han Bin when he first entered the sect. At that time, many people suspected that Xiaoyaozi accepted Han Bin as his direct disciple because he was Xiaoyao's disciple.
Some people even speculated that Han Bin was probably the illegitimate son of the ancestor Wuji.
Everyone knows that the battlefield space was arranged by Ancestor Wuji. As for the method of arrangement, even Xiaoyaozi does not know. Han Bin can control the space in the battlefield. The rumor that Han Bin is the illegitimate son of Xiaoyaozi is self-defeating.
Of course, everyone immediately thought of the rumors about Ancestor Wuji.
Could it be that Han Bin is really the illegitimate son of the ancestor Wuji, otherwise how could he control the power of space?
For a moment, everyone was thinking about the relationship between Han Bin and Ancestor Wuji.
Xiao He was also not sure. If Han Bin was really the illegitimate son of the Wuji Patriarch, he really couldn't be offended. No wonder after Han Bin killed Zhou Tianzhi, Xiaoyaozi said he would punish Han Bin, but actually asked him to practice in the Wuji space. Not only did this not
He was not only punished but also rewarded.
For various reasons, even though everyone thinks this guess is a bit absurd, if they think about it carefully, it is very possible.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, the reason must now be clarified. Xiao He took a deep breath and said: "Han Bin, what is your relationship with the ancestor?" He had given up resisting. After all, Han Bin could control the power of space and it only took a few seconds to kill them.
Just move your fingers. Even if they have great magical powers, they can't even think of hurting Han Bin, let alone killing him.
Han Bin seemed to acquiesce, and did not answer Xiao He's words. He said coldly: "If you blow yourself up, you will avoid death..."
When everyone heard this, they were even more confused. If you explode your body in the battlefield and leave, how can you talk about death? Although they didn't understand what Han Bin meant, many people understood that there was no big point in resisting.
Meaning. The same is true for Xiao He, Han
Bin did not answer his words, so he thought that Han Bin must be related to Patriarch Wuji. If he just blew himself up, he was still a little unwilling, so he said: "Pavilion Master Han, before you blow yourself up, can you answer me a question? Pavilion Master.
he……"
When Han Bin flew over, Xiao He saw clearly the direction in which he was flying. Han Bin came from the south, which happened to be the direction of Lingyue Valley.
If Han Bin came from Lingyue Valley, he must have met Zhang Xian before, and there would inevitably be a fight between the two. Now that Han Bin appears here, Zhang Xian is probably dead. Xiao He knows that Zhang Xian is not
Han Bin's opponent, but it is not impossible to resolve the battle in such a short period of time if the power of space is used.
Han Bin's eyes flashed and he snorted: "He's dead..."
This sentence was not loud, but when it reached everyone's mind, it immediately caused huge waves.
Zhang Xian is not only the leader of Wutian Pavilion, but also the leader of the alliance on the battlefield. He is the backbone of the entire team. Once he dies, everyone will be heartbroken and can no longer think of fighting. Facing the powerful Han
Bin, everyone sighed one after another and chose to self-destruct. Before Xiao He self-destructed, he asked again: "You also killed Yuedong, right?"
Han Bin nodded and said nothing.
Zhang Xian smiled bitterly, slapped his dantian with his palm, and chose to self-destruct.
The sound of self-destruction was heard continuously, and in just a few breaths, more than a thousand monks died.
The strong smell of blood floated in the air. Han Bin waved his long sleeves and a strong wind blew by, dissipating the smell of blood.
Han Bin raised his head, glanced at the south, and said, "Let's go!"
Ziwei was startled, then lowered her head and touched the corner of her clothes, with a look on her face like a child who had done something wrong, and whispered: "Han Bin, I'm sorry..."
Han Bin frowned and said, "Why do you say this?"
"I didn't listen to your order just now and left the formation without permission..." Ziwei said in a low voice, her words full of guilt.
Han Bin waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "When they say something like that, most monks will fight to the death in anger. I don't blame you for this."
After hearing what Han Bin said, Ziwei felt better. Suddenly, she thought of something and asked: "Han Bin, if someone scolds you like this, will you come out?"
Han Bin frowned and said solemnly: "I don't know how!"
Ziwei's eyes were full of confusion and she said: "Didn't you just say that ordinary monks will come out? Why can't you?"
"It's very simple." Han Bin said in a deep voice, "There is a huge gap between the enemy and us. If you go out, you are seeking death. If you endure it for a while, it will not be too late to kill them later." He is no longer the impulsive young man he was back then. Before he is absolutely sure, he
He will not do impulsive things. Except for a limited number of people in this world, even if something big happens, as long as it does not affect his interests, he will not take risks.
Hearing this, Ziwei secretly admired Han Bin's endurance. Seeing Han Bin get up and fly away, she followed him with one step.
As for Xia Houtian, although he was very annoyed when his men admitted their mistakes, he did not have Han Bin's ruthless character. Finally, he accepted his men's admissions and allowed them to continue to stay in Wutian Pavilion. Xia Houtian led
Following Zhou Guangyang and others, they began to kill the disciples of Wutian Pavilion and Wuxiang Pavilion.
Zhang Xian was dead, and the disciples of the two pavilions had no backbone and could no longer think of resisting. The battle was completely one-sided. In just a few moments, all the monks of the two pavilions were killed by Xia Houtian and others.
At this time, there was a flash of light in the air, and two people appeared in front of Xia Houtian.
Seeing Han Bin coming, Xia Houtian was startled and said, "Brother Han, kill them all?"
Han Bin nodded and said: "Dead."
Although there are hundreds of people around Xia Houtian, there are less than ten disciples of Wuji Pavilion, including Liu Jian.
When Liu Jian saw Han Bin, his eyes were full of excitement, and he hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "Pavilion Master..."
Han Bin glanced at him and said, "How many people are there in the cabinet?"
Liu Jian smiled bitterly, looked at the monks wearing purple robes around him, and said: "Pavilion Master, we are the only ones here."
Han Bin frowned and thought for a moment, then said to Xiahou Tian: "Brother Xiahou, our disciples will leave the battlefield right now. You can take the first position."
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned and looked at Han Bin with surprise.
What does it mean to be number one on the battlefield? It is a symbol of strength and status. In addition, there are enviable rewards. And Han Bin was so good that he clearly had the strength to win the first place, but now he gave it up to others.
For a time, many monks couldn't help but think that Han Bin must be the illegitimate son of the ancestor. Otherwise, why would they not take such a big reward seriously?
The Wuji Pavilion monks turned their attention to Xia Houtian. Han Bin didn't care about being first, but they did. To put it bluntly, their Wuji Pavilion should have come to get the first book, if Han Bin hadn't suddenly appeared to turn the tide.
, no matter how powerful Xia Houtian is, he can't even think of killing Zhang Xian.
If Zhang Xian is not dead and the morale of the army is not broken, there is still a possibility of victory for Feng Ge.
Everyone's eyes were all seen by Xia Houtian. Even if they didn't show such eyes, he couldn't ask for this first place.
Xia Houtian gave a wry smile and said: "Brother Han, if you regard me as your brother, take the first place." After saying that, he saw that Han Bin's expression did not change and said through a message: "Now everyone thinks you are the ancestor.
My illegitimate son, if I take first place, what will others think? Aren’t you making things difficult for me?”
After hearing this, Han Bin smiled bitterly, his eyes full of helplessness, and said, "Okay! I'll take the first one first."
Xia Houtian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Han Bin would not respond. When Han Bin agreed, he smiled and said: "Brother Han, it is all your own credit for winning the battlefield this time. You won the first place."
In the first position, no one dares to say anything." At this point, he changed the topic and said sternly: "The disciples of Wutian Pavilion obeyed the order, blew themselves up, and left the battlefield..."
Although everyone had no complaints, there were only more than 500 people in the battlefield. If they could leave within the last 200, they would be rewarded. People were selfish, and they looked at each other and had no intention of leaving.
Xia Houtian snorted coldly and said sternly: "Don't think about the rewards for the top two hundred. This time all the rewards will be given to Pavilion Master Han. He will decide how to distribute them." As he said that, he glared at everyone and slapped his hands.
He slapped it on his chest and chose to self-destruct. When the disciples of Wutian Pavilion saw the master of the pavilion self-destructing, they sighed to each other and self-destructed one after another.
Just before self-destruction, everyone glanced at the Wuji Pavilion monks. In addition to envy, there were also some complicated expressions in their eyes. Everyone's eyes seemed to say, "Why are you so lucky? There is such a powerful Pavilion Master. Our Pavilion Master
Why isn’t the Lord the ancestor’s illegitimate son?”
After a while, there were only ten people left in Lingyue Valley. Liu Jian glanced at the Wuji Pavilion disciples, clasped his fists at Han Bin and said, "Pavilion Master, let's leave first." With that, he and everyone else chose to self-destruct.
The moment Liu Jian left like this, he sent a message to Ziwei: "I know what you are thinking. Since you can't forget it, it's better to find another one from the beginning."
When Ziwei heard this, her body trembled, and her eyes were full of complex colors. She raised her head and looked at Han Bin, and whispered: "Han Bin, I..." When she said this, she stopped talking, as if she had something in her heart.
, but don’t know how to say the same thing.
Han Bin raised his eyebrows and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it!"
Ziwei took a deep breath, suppressed her inner emotions, and whispered: "Han Bin, have you always practiced alone?"
Hearing this, Han Bin didn't know what he was thinking, and his eyes suddenly dimmed. Han Bin raised his head, let out a long sigh, looked in an ethereal direction, and whispered: "When I'm alone
, it is indeed a bit lonely. I once had a wife whom I loved very much, but she is no longer here..."
Seeing the pain flashing in Han Bin's eyes, Ziwei knew in her heart that Han Bin still loved that woman deeply. Because she had never seen such a look in Han Bin's eyes since she met Han Bin. Ziwei also sighed,
Asked again: "Have you ever thought about loving someone again?"
Han Bin's answer was very firm and decisive. He said in a solemn voice: "I will wait for her to wake up. No matter what method I use, I will definitely revive her soul! I will never love anyone else in this life."
I'm a woman..." The last sentence seemed to lack confidence, and the words suddenly became much softer. Apparently at this moment, Qin Rou'er's figure appeared in his mind.
Inside the battlefield, the two men were talking in low voices, but outside the battlefield there was another scene.
After everyone left the battlefield and a ray of soul returned to the original form, people with good relationships gathered together and started talking in low voices.
"Cousin Wang Wei, do you know? Something big happened on the battlefield." A Wuxiang Pavilion monk asked another person.
"Brother Wang Xing, what big thing happened? Why was Pavilion Master Zhang killed? Who was he? He didn't even let go of his soul." Wang Wei frowned, his eyes full of confusion.
Wang Xin chuckled and said excitedly: "Did you know that Pavilion Master Han has entered the battlefield? He is really powerful and can actually control the power of space in the battlefield. We all suspect that he is the illegitimate son of our ancestor."
"What, he became the illegitimate son of our ancestor?" Wang Wei asked in confusion, "Didn't we say before that he was the illegitimate son of our master?"
"Idiot, if he is Master's illegitimate son, there is no way he can control the power of space."
"Oh my God! If you hadn't told me, I would have thought he was just a bumpkin from an abandoned planet! I didn't expect him to have such a big background."