Han Shan let out a tiger roar, and his cultivation in the Eighth Pattern Realm was completely unleashed. In the past two years, he had gone from the Sixth Pattern Realm to the Eighth Pattern Realm.
This cultivation talent is considered pretty good among ordinary cultivating families.
In terms of talent in cultivation alone, he is stronger than his sister Han Xiangdanzi.
Han Xiaochuan jokingly looked at Han Shan who was facing a formidable enemy and said: "My dear brother, dear brother, hehe, don't be so nervous.
Your brother and I are only at the third level of cultivation, and we have just broken through it not long ago. Let me, an ant in the third level, learn your clever tricks at the eighth level."
After finishing speaking, he slowly raised his right hand, and then, three extremely complex and mysterious Yuan Pattern phantoms appeared in the palm of his hand, surrounded by light.
As soon as the three element patterns appeared, the aura of heaven and earth in Hanjiazhuang seemed to be agitated, and the scene suddenly became much quieter.
As for the identity of the pattern maker, everyone in Hanjiazhuang feels mysterious.
But when these three intermediate and low-level Yuan patterns appear, it is self-evident what they mean. They are a symbol of success in challenging the highest limit of the human body.
This is comparable to the legendary ancient evil masters, and they are also rare beings.
A group of senior officials of the Han family, instead of being disappointed by Han Xiaochuan's poor cultivation in the third realm, actually took a breath of cold air.
They had been shocked to the point of numbness by Han Xiaochuan's monstrous talent.
"A tattoo master is so terrifying! The first level of pattern is based on the intermediate and low-level Yuan patterns. After that, the vastness of the magic power that can be cultivated to a high level is simply too abnormal. It's terrifying to think about it!" Han
Chen murmured to himself.
This kind of genius monster is very likely to become a legendary giant after soaring into the sky!
How brilliant will the Han family be as they rise together!
This made the dozen elders and deacons of the Han family feel inexplicably excited just thinking about it. They seemed to have seen the future and were looking forward to it greatly.
Maybe, many years later, Hanjiazhuang in Luoyi City will become a behemoth in Yanshang Continent.
Han Mei, who had watched the ceremony at the scene, patted her towering breasts. She didn't know how to describe the little monster in front of her.
Han Shan glared at Han Xiaochuan fiercely. He knew very well what the dual-attribute mid-level and low-level Yuan patterns represented.
That represents the depth of mana as majestic as the abyss. It is many times more powerful than him in the Eighth Pattern Realm.
But immediately, a trace of madness appeared on his face, as if he saw a little hope.
In this way, he did not have no chance to defeat this tattoo master.
But I don’t understand why he can fly in the air today, but his cultivation level is only at the third level?
In fact, in that scene, it was not only Han Shan who was confused, but also everyone was like seeing flowers in the smoke.
A flash of emerald green suddenly lit up on the palm of Han Shan's right hand. A small gray sword flew out from his arms and he grabbed it in his hand.
There was a flash of green light, and the small sword buzzed, and with the blessing of spiritual power, it rose to three feet away.
Han Shan waved his hand and struck out with his sword. Suddenly, he saw seven or eight sword lights appearing above Han Xiaochuan's head.
His figure has been shrouded in the sword light.
Han Xiaochuan sneered. Such fancy things could only scare those below the Five Marks Realm. His body, which had already experienced three times of marrow cleansing and menstruation, was not a threat at all.
In an instant, all I could see were fist shadows erratic from all directions, spiritual energy flowing freely, and violent explosions resounding throughout the sky.
Those seven or eight sword rays were blasted by Han Xiaochuan who wrapped his fists with spiritual power.
Then a figure flashed!
"Pa"
Another extremely clear slap sounded in the arena. A figure flew backwards and flew many feet away.
"Son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you..."
Although Han Shan was slapped away by this slap, after he was prepared, his whole body's energy was aroused, but he was so slapped that stars appeared in his eyes.
But as soon as the figure flashed in front of him, Han Xiaochuan followed him like a shadow.
Then the nagging voice came again:
Han Shan!
You wander between man and beast,
Is it really enjoyable?
You covet your sister’s beauty,
Where is the family love that is thicker than water?
Not every humanoid creature can be called a human!
Your animal nature is greater than the inherent goodness of human nature.
So you don't deserve to call someone.
You actually want to molest your own sister, damn it!
"Crack!"
Another slap came from an unexpected angle to Han Shan.
It screamed like a killing pig, accompanied by rolling and crawling humanoid creatures.
The slaps that Han Shan couldn't avoid became harder and harder each time.
Han Shan was furious, his mouth was full of blood at this moment, his speech was slurred, he was roaring wildly, his eyes were blood red, he wanted to swallow Han Xiaochuan in one gulp, like a mad tiger.
He waved the big sword wildly, slashing indiscriminately, and the roar of spiritual power forced the crowd to keep retreating.
Han Chen looked at the two of them expressionlessly, with the corner of his mouth twitching from time to time. The son he picked up was beating his own son, so he couldn't intervene.
You can't interfere either!
There are many disciples of the Han family who have sued his biological son. He really needs to be taught a lesson. He actually wants to molest his biological sister. He is simply worse than a beast.
The black shadow is like a ghost, following you everywhere.
The sword that was dancing wildly in Han Shan's hand was knocked away by a punch at this moment, whining and flying into the crowd, almost injuring innocent people.
Han Shan roared angrily: "It's so bullying...", but immediately he screamed and flew up ten feet high, and fell heavily to the hard bluestone ground.
Han Xiaochuan appeared again like a ghost in front of Han Shan who had just climbed up.
He continued complaining:
Han Shan! Do you know?
Whenever it's a stormy night.
Have you ever thought of it!
In the dark room of the Han family, there was the lonely and helpless little boy.
"Crack!"
After a louder slap, Han Shan's huge body was slapped to the edge of the arena again.
No one from the Han family said anything, and some actually felt very happy. Someone should have stepped forward to deal with this domineering young master long ago.
Li Xiaoying's beautiful eyes flashed with brilliance. He had never seen such a way of beating someone. He muttered something in his mouth, which was like a soul-seeking magic voice filling his brain, but it was very interesting.
A trace of blood flowed out of Han Shan's mouth.
Han Xiaochuan followed him like a shadow and stood in front of him again, almost like a ghost.
A deep fear crept into Han Shan's eyes. As if he had seen a ghost, he was unable to fight back.
The speed was so fast that he couldn't see where Han Xiaochuan shot from.
When he sensed danger, he slapped him across the face with lightning speed.
The cultivation level of the Eighth Pattern Realm, in front of the Three Patterns Realm, has no resistance at all, and the corners of the clothes cannot be touched.
Han Shan was heartbroken, and the figure of Han Xiaochuan stood in front of him again.
He continued to ramble as if he was talking about something trivial:
That thin body huddled in the darkness.
On a stormy night, shivering.
It was originally very weak.
With scars all over his body,
You hit me first.
Painful and hungry,
That kind of loneliness and helplessness, even despair.
Han Shan, do you know what that feels like?
The huge Han family courtyard,
Only his sister raised him,
There is infinite love that will never leave or give up.
"Pa"
A louder slap exploded on Han Shan's cheek, and the flash of spiritual power, accompanied by a miserable howl that penetrated people's back, flew two feet away.