Chapter 22

"Boy, I don't care who you are. If you dare to challenge my royal majesty today, you will pay the price of death!"

Xuanmu looked at Han Yun and his eyes were full of cold.

The Qi strength on the fist became stronger and stronger. The terrible Huangdao war Qi condensed on Xuanmu's fist and stretched out a terrible six inch long edge. It looked very terrible from a distance.

"This boy is miserable. He dares to provoke the Xuan family. The most important thing for the royal family is face!"

"This boy's character suits my appetite very much. He is honest and rebellious. Unfortunately, he met the Royal Xuan family. In this Jinglin country, no one dared to provoke the Xuan family unless it was a martial arts guild!"

"This is the price of arrogance!"

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There were voices of discussion.

Countless eyes fell on Han Yun. Looking at the imposing Xuanmu, they couldn't help closing their eyes.

They couldn't bear to see the next scene.

"The price of death?"

The doubt in Han Yun's eyes slowly faded. Looking at the chilly Xuanmu in his eyes, Han Yun's mouth slightly aroused a strange smile.

It seems that I have never used the innate vigorous Qi and blood refining.

"Boy, you dare to be distracted when fighting with Xuanmu. You're looking for death!"

Seeing Han Yun lost his mind, Xuanmu's eyes were full of sneers.

"Lian'er, you go upstairs first!"

Han Yun ignored Xuanmu, patted lian'er's head and said softly.

"Young master..."

Lian'er looked at Han Yun with a little worry in her eyes.

"Why? You don't believe me, young master. It's just a mad dog. Look how the young master beats the dog today!"

Han Yun looked at lian'er and said with a smile.

"Beating a dog?"

Xuanmu's face suddenly became ferocious.

"Go to hell!"

With a leap, Xuanmu rushed directly at Han Yun.

"Young master, be careful!"

Lian'er was shocked.

"Hahaha... Just in time!"

Han Yun gently pushed lian'er and spread his body method to meet her. A bloody force suddenly gathered on Han Yun's fist.

"You finally dare to fight!"

Xuanmu's eyes are full of war.

"Hey, hey... When did I say I was going to duel with you? One punch is enough to solve you!"

Han Yun looked at Xuanmu with arrogance in his eyes.

"You..."

Xuanmu almost blew up!

The momentum of his body soared again, and the strength of his fist reached the level 7 division level of terror.

"Worthy of being a royal disciple!"

Han Yun slightly praised that the Xuan wood was comparable to the talented disciples of the Han family.

If you meet ordinary people, Xuanmu will win.

Unfortunately, Xuanmu met Han Yun.

Han Yun, who has Wuxian fighting fist and system assistance, even Han Han fell under Han Yun's hand, let alone Xuanmu of level 6 war division.

"Blood refining vigorous Qi, go!"

A fist, a bloody force, suddenly extended slowly from Han Yun's fist.

"Boom..."

The terrible momentum and the smell of killing made people seem to have come to the ancient battlefield. People in the hall retreated again one by one.

"What a killing intention!"

The crowd was astonished.

"Hey, hey..."

Han Yun raised his head, a pair of cold eyes, I don't know when they became blood, and an incomparable bloodthirsty idea broke out from Han Yun.

"This is..."

Xuanmu seemed to think of something, and his face was very pale for a moment.

"Don't come here, I admit defeat!"

"It's late!"

Han Yun's voice came like death, and a collision came. He saw a figure fly out upside down, and the void shed blood.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spits out from Xuanmu's mouth. Xuanmu looks at Han Yun with a surprised face.

"How is this possible?"

Looking at Han Yun, Xuanmu's eyes were full of panic.

Congenitally vigorous Qi, the power Han Yun uses, is congenitally vigorous Qi and blood refining.

Blood refining, master killer.

This vigorous Qi was bred by killing. When it was in Han Han's hands, it could be comparable to the level 7 division, not to mention now it fell into Han Yun's hands.

"Kill..."

A terrible bloody murderous gas burst out of Han Yun's eyes.

"No..."

Xuanmu was so frightened that he turned pale.

"Young master..."

Just as Han Yun's fist was about to fall on the top of Xuan wood, a worried voice suddenly came from upstairs. Han Yun's eyes fluctuated slightly with blood, and then his momentum retreated like a tide.

"What's going on?"

The blood color in his eyes faded like a tide. Looking at Xuanmu who fell to the ground and panicked in his eyes, Han Yun frowned slightly.

Just now, he seems to have lost his will.

An extremely violent thought invaded his sea of knowledge. If it weren't for lian'er, Xuanmu would have become a corpse.

"Is it blood refining vigorous Qi?"

A dignified look rose in Han Yun's eyes.

It seems that refining vigorous Qi with blood is not as simple as you think!

"What a terrible killing intention. Who is this person?"

In the hall, a middle-aged man first recovered and looked at Han Yun. He couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"This man looks very strange. Is he from other places?"

"He is Han Yun!"

Just then, a cry of surprise came.

"What? He is Han Yun, the loser of the Han family..."

Stunned eyes looked at Han Yun.

"Han Yun!"

Xuan mu, who was lying on the ground, raised a light of incomparable resentment in his eyes.

"Eh..."

At this time, Han Yun finally found the abnormality.

In the Dantian, in the whirlpool of war Qi, an extremely violent will flashed from the whirlpool of war Qi.

"It seems that the thing that just affected my will is this blood refining!"

Han Yun took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

A stream of blood flashed from Han Yun's eyes.

"You want to kill me?"

Han Yun's eyes suddenly fell on Xuanmu.

After refining blood, Han Yun is very sensitive to killing.

"I..."

Xuanmu's face changed slightly, and then said coldly, "I'm a royal disciple. If you dare to touch me, the royal family will never let you go!"

"Threaten me?"

Han Yun heard Xuanmu's words, and a strange smile came up in his eyes.

He Han Yun, when was he afraid of threats!

"Unexpectedly, I'll see how your royal family won't let me go!"

One punch, suddenly fell towards the top of Xuan wood.

"Smelly boy, enough is enough!"

Han Yun's fist just fell, a hidden breath suddenly came, and then a low voice fell into Han Yun's ear.

"Old man Zhang..."

Han Yun gave a slight meal and then put his fist away.

"I'm Han Yun waiting for you at any time!"

Han Yun smiled and folded his fist.

This is the martial arts guild. Old Zhang's hair said something. Han Yun will not do it again.

"Lian'er, let's go!"

Han Yun gently touched lian'er's head. They walked carelessly to the second floor. They looked lazy, as if they were two people like Han Yun who was murderous just now.

There was a lot of noise in the hall!