"Why should I give it to you? Who are you?" Zhang Heng blocked his hand and gave him a cold side glance.
When the young man saw his hand being blocked by Zhang Heng, his face became extremely gloomy and he said, "You still dare to refuse?"
Zhang Heng rolled up his long sleeves, put his hands on his hips, and sneered: "So what if I reject you? If you reach out again, I will interrupt you. Do you believe it or not?"
Wentian's eyes were cold, and he just glanced at the young man lightly, then ignored him lazily.
It was obvious that this young man was instigated by others and came specifically to find trouble with him. In normal times, he would definitely beat him up. But it was different today. After all, the test of the Enlightenment Ladder was about to begin. He didn't want to cause trouble. Once
If he had an impulsive relationship with this young man, it is very likely that the person behind the young man would take advantage of it to cause trouble.
While thinking about it, he pulled Zhang Heng back a few steps and wanted to turn around and leave.
"I want to leave without handing over the test card. Do I agree?" The young man sneered and grabbed Xiang Wentian's wrist. His purpose was very clear, which was to grab the test card in Wentian's hand.
If there is no test token, no matter who you are, you will lose the qualification to test. This is the rule of the Sendai School.
Wentian was furious. Although he wanted to tolerate it, this young man went too far.
"roll!"
He roared coldly, and suddenly shook his arms, throwing the young man far away.
When the boy saw that he not only failed to grab his test card, but was thrown out by him with great force, he suddenly became angry and shouted: "If you dare to attack me, I will make you a cripple!"
At this time, more and more people were watching, all of them young men and women who came to take part in the test. The moment the young man drank, several more young men pushed aside the crowd, stood up with shouts, and quickly surrounded Wentian and Zhang Heng.
in the middle.
The boy who was the first to make trouble saw that he had help, and sneered: "Brothers, let him have a longer memory and lose one of his legs!"
Hearing what this young man said, Wentian was immediately angry. Since the enemy was so cruel, he no longer needed to be patient.
"Want to cripple my legs? Humph! If a tiger doesn't show off its power, do you think I'm a sick cat?"
He shouted coldly, strode forward, and before the young man could react, he rushed over like a tiger. He punched the young man directly in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground immediately.
He clutched his chest and screamed.
After knocking down this young man, he looked at the other young men with sword-like eyes and asked coldly: "Which stupid pig is the one who instigated you to cause trouble? He didn't tell you that I killed him by myself yesterday.
Nineteen spiritual source realm monks?"
When several teenagers heard his words, they were shocked at first, but they were not afraid. They joined forces to attack him. These teenagers are not cultivators. They usually live the life of a pampered young master. Not only do they have no experience in fighting with others
.
Wentian sneered, turned his palms, and walked briskly, palming them one by one, and easily slapped them all to the ground.
"Brother, it feels good to beat someone up. I want to feel good too!"
As Zhang Heng spoke, he kicked the teenagers on the ground hard with his big feet. He was so powerful that he immediately made the teenagers scream and roll around.
"How dare you fucking do it?
The young man who first started to find trouble managed to get up while holding his chest. He looked at Wentian and Zhang Heng with vicious eyes, and said angrily: "If you have the guts, don't leave!"
Wentian sneered, glanced at him contemptuously, and shouted loudly: "Get out! Don't let me see you again. Otherwise, I will let you taste the feeling of life or death."
"You wait for me!" The young man looked coldly and left quickly.
Zhang Heng looked excited and said to Wentian: "Brother, those slaps you slapped are not gentle!"
Wentian scratched his head and said, "Brother Zhang, those kicks of yours are also very powerful!"
The two laughed heartily, not taking what just happened to heart at all.
On a low mountain in the distance, a fourteen-year-old boy with a cold face looked at Wentian with a pair of eyes flashing with malice.
He said to a young man next to him: "That boy named Ye Wentian is indeed not an easy man. I think he has a brisk pace, decisive and ruthless strikes. Even if he is an agile cultivator, he may not be able to do it."
Take him down. But you let your brother, that good-for-nothing, embarrass himself."
"I didn't expect Ye Wentian to be so tough."
The young man frowned and looked at Wentian with a gloomy look, his eyes filled with hatred.
"This bastard dared to beat up my second brother yesterday. He will not be allowed to take part in the test of the Enlightenment Ladder today no matter what!"
The fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old boy had a cold look on his face. After a pause, he continued, "It's a pity that my third master refused to let him die. Otherwise, I could have killed him with one punch."
The young man asked in confusion: "Why didn't Elder Wen Jiu let him die?"
"Because my third master suspects that his physique is extraordinary and that he is the supreme body that has ever appeared in the history of the human race. Therefore, the third master wants us to keep his life, maybe because he wants his body? I don't know if he is using it for refining.
It’s better to keep the medicine for seizing the body…”
After the young man heard what he said, he suddenly felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart. It was said that Elder Wen Jiu was not only ruthless, but also killed people without blinking an eye. If Ye Wentian was targeted by him, he might be in danger.
The fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old boy glanced at him and said: "You have to keep what you just said a secret. If my third master finds out that you leaked it, he will definitely not take it lightly. Although your physique cannot be used to refine medicine, you
The essence and blood have some effect on his body."
The young man was dripping with cold sweat. Hearing his words, he almost collapsed on the ground.
"Don't worry, Third Young Master, I, Xie Changting, will never leak even a single word."
The young man sneered and said, "It's your turn! Your brother was beaten. You, the elder brother, can't just turn a blind eye, right?"
Xie Changting nodded, walked down the short mountain, and strode towards Wentian.
As soon as Wentian and Zhang Heng walked out of the crowd of onlookers, they found that their way was blocked again.
"Did you hit my brother Xie Lang?"
Xie Changting's face was cold and his words were cold. He stood in the middle of the road and stared at Wentian with sharp eyes.
A disciple of Xiantai, a monk at the spiritual level!
Wentian was slightly startled. He felt a wave of energy from the brilliance flashing outside Xie Changting's body.
This is a symbol of cultivation that has reached the level of spiritual veins in the spiritual source realm. Cultivators of the spiritual vein level can already transmit the divine power in the spiritual source to the whole body, and can produce slight energy fluctuations outside and outside the body.
If they are really cultivators at the spiritual level, it would be really difficult to deal with them. They have all practiced simple mystical techniques and can use low-level magical powers within a certain range.
Wentian was thinking, he didn't expect to collide with a cultivator at the spiritual level so soon. Although he was a little worried, the fighting spirit in his body was already high and surging.
Not to mention that today there is no way to retreat but to fight. Even if there is a way to retreat, he will not retreat. The enemy comes to the door and retreats without a fight. This is not his style. Unless he cannot be defeated, or the enemy is powerful.
If it's outrageous, he will choose an opportunity to retreat.