Fan Haori suddenly raised his head and looked at He Quanxin with eyes filled with undisguised hatred.
It was a hatred that was engraved in his bones. With just one look, everyone had a strange feeling that this person would have to live in the shadow of revenge for the rest of his life.
He Quanxin shuddered. Even with his current Inner Strength Level 10 cultivation, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his face.
"These are the arm guards of Uncle Xiao and Second Uncle Xiao. Where did you get them?" Fan Haori asked through gritted teeth.
He Quanxin frowned. His heart was full of questions.
He Yiming had deftly helped him put on this pair of arm guards before he went on stage.
However, He Yiming's movements were extremely fast. Not to mention the others, even He Yiming himself only noticed it when He Yiming put on the armguard. But at that time, it was already impossible to ask about the origin of this pair of arm guards.
But he didn't expect that today's battle would be so dangerous. If he didn't have this pair of arm guards …
He Quanxin glanced at Fan Shuhe, who was no longer breathing. If he didn't have this pair of arm guards, then the person lying on the ground would be him.
Yuan Zhencheng's eyes lit up. After seeing Fan Shuhe die, he felt as if a huge rock had been lifted from his heart. He no longer had any scruples.
The Fan family wasn't a big family. They relied entirely on Fan Shuhe, a Level Ten Internal Strength expert at the peak of the Houtian level, to support the Fan family.
If they had been given a hundred years to develop, perhaps they would have become a new family. But now that Fan Shuhe was dead, this small family would never be able to make a name for themselves again.
The Yuan family would definitely not let the Fan family go. Even the families that had been annexed by the Fan family in the past wouldn't let go of this great opportunity.
Seeing He Quanxin frown and not say anything, he thought that He Quanxin didn't care to answer his question. He immediately stepped forward and said, "Nonsense. You're so young. What do you know? What's yours is yours just because you say it's yours? I can also say that everything in the Fan family is mine. "
His voice was high and filled with a trace of unconcealable joy. Moreover, these words were a naked display of his ambition to swallow up the current Fan family.
Yuan Zhencheng sneered disdainfully and said, "Young Master Fan, you saw your father's attack just now. Every move was deadly and ruthless. It's a pity that your father wasn't skilled enough and was killed by Brother He on the spot. That's why he humiliated himself. " He raised his head and cupped his fist to the crowd...... I's words are reasonable. are you saying that only you, Fan Shuhe is allowed to kill others, but not be killed by others? "
Many of them were half-bowing and nodding repeatedly, as if agreeing with Yuan Zhencheng's words.
At this moment, Fan Haori understood one thing, and that was that the Fan Clan was done for …
All of a sudden, a clear voice rang out.
"What if I say that this pair of armguards is mine?"
Although this voice was not loud and sounded like a soft murmur, everyone present could hear it clearly.
Fan Haori's face showed a trace of hope, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.
He knew that only this person was willing to help the Yuan family. That was the last chance for the Yuan family to rise.
Yuan Zhencheng's eyes narrowed. He didn't dare to be disrespectful in front of the sedan chair.
After all, the inexplicable pressure from a few days ago had a huge impact on them.
He hesitated and said, "May I ask who you are …"
The sedan chair's curtains moved without wind and gently floated up. A tall man slowly walked out of the sedan chair.
As soon as he came out, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Although there were some white hairs above his temples, his body was filled with a powerful vitality that everyone could feel.
It was because of this that no one could tell his age.
The faces of Yuan Zhengcheng and the others instantly changed. Although they did not know this person, this person's appearance was almost the same as the one described by the servants guarding the gate that day.
At this moment, the hope in their hearts was completely shattered.
So the Yuan family really did have a Xiantian expert.
However, what puzzled them was that since the Yuan family had such a strong support, why did they waste time letting the Fan family's father and son take action in the beginning and cause Fan Shuhe's death in the end?
After that person came out, he slowly said under everyone's gaze, "I, Lu Xinwen. Have you heard of him?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire place suddenly became silent, without the slightest bit of sound.
A moment later, there was a soft "dong …" sound.
The people who were startled looked in that direction and saw that in the Yuan family's camp, a middle-aged man's weapon had fallen to the ground. There was no color on his face.
Not only that, everyone in this direction had similar expressions on their faces. It was as if they were shrouded by a dark cloud, appearing lifeless.
On the other hand, Yuan Zewei and the others were all overjoyed, especially the servants and diners of the Fan family. Their deadpan faces were swept away. Only some people who were nodding and bowing now looked as if they had swallowed a fly and were speechless.
Lu Xinwen's gaze immediately landed on He Quanxin's golden armguard.
He said softly, "The golden core of energy was taken by your son, the armguard was used by someone else. My three disciples should have been killed by you."
He Quanxin desperately resisted the urge to turn around. He already understood that this matter was definitely done by He Yiming. But what was with the golden core of energy?
However, he didn't have time to think about it. He took a deep breath and said, "Yes, this was done by me. I am willing to take responsibility for all the mistakes."
"Done by you?" Lu Xinwen's face showed a trace of mockery, "With your little strength, can you kill my three disciples?"
He Quanxin was speechless. At this moment, anyone with a brain would know that the Xiao brothers and the tenth layer inner strength master who came to provoke them that night were Lu Xinwen's disciples. However, from Lu Xinwen's tone, the three of them seemed to have all died.
He really didn't know what kind of person could have such strength.
He Quanxin's lips moved slightly. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes darkened. He was slightly startled. He looked carefully and saw a rectangular piece of cloth blocking in front of him.
His heart trembled, and he quickly said, "Yiming …"
"Uncle, leave it to me."
He Yiming's voice sounded with a trace of a smile. This voice seemed to have some kind of magic that actually made He Quanxin's despairing heart beat again.
He Yiming smiled, "Junior He Yiming greets senior."
Lu Xinwen smiled, "Since you've already stepped into the innate stage, then there's no distinction between senior and junior."
He Quanxin's mouth was wide open, and his eyes were round. He looked at his nephew, and the expression in his eyes was almost lifeless.
What did Lu Xinwen say?
He looked around blankly, and saw that everyone had the same expression as if they had seen a ghost.
At this moment, almost everyone thought they were hallucinating!
He Yiming chuckled. His voice spread far and wide, instantly waking everyone up. However, their gazes towards him were different.
Especially the He Quanxin father and son, Yuan Zhencheng, and the others who had been with him for a long time. Their faces were filled with disbelief, and the despair in their eyes had disappeared, replaced by a new light of hope.
He Yiming said loudly, "May I ask Brother Lu, are you so sure that your disciple is dead?"
Lu Xinwen lowered his eyelids, "Brother He, did you just enter the innate stage not long ago? Why don't you even know this? "
He Yiming's expression turned serious, "This one really doesn't know, please enlighten me."
Lu Xinwen's mouth twitched, "We innate stage people have a deep impression of the aura of people close to us. As long as it's a place they've been in for a short period of time, it can't be hidden from us. " He sighed softly, "In the short forest in front of the Yuan Manor, there's the strong aura of my three disciples. This aura is extremely dense and strong, and can only be released when they're about to die. "
He Yiming's face revealed a look of realization. Although he had entered the innate stage, he still hadn't completely understood some of the innate stage's special abilities.
Lu Xinwen suddenly said, "At first, I thought that Brother He left these auras behind to challenge I. Now I know that it was Brother He's negligence. If Brother He wants to get rid of the evidence, then please perform a Xiantian fist technique there, and the aura will be completely disrupted. "
He Yiming laughed bitterly, cursing in his heart. If I knew this earlier, would I still be facing you now?
Lu Xinwen asked slowly, "Brother He, I'm very curious. My three disciples aren't rash people. They shouldn't have provoked a Xiantian stage powerhouse. Brother He also entered the innate stage at such a young age. I don't think he would be greedy for two sets of bracers and a few golden energy pellets. Thus, this old man wishes to know why you decided to kill them. "
He Yiming looked over in surprise, only to see Lu Xinwen's serious face, as if he really didn't understand this matter.
Nodding slightly, He Yiming said seriously, "That day, your disciple Zhuang Yuanye went to explore the Yuan family. After he retreated, I followed him and met your three disciples in front of the short forest. Originally, I didn't want to act, but the three disciples said that they wanted to ask you to wipe out my He family. Not even a chicken or dog would be left alive. " At this point, He Yiming paused and said, "Since they are so ruthless, how can I let them live?"
He Quanxin and the others felt their hairs stand on end. Only now did they know the reason.
They looked at Lu Xinwen with anger in their eyes. Destroy He Jia Village? If they didn't kill them, was there any justice left?
Lu Xinwen finally sighed, "I understand, so that's how it is." He laughed and said, "Since it is the wish of my three disciples to wipe out your entire clan, then let this old man help them realize it."
A murderous aura so heavy it was almost tangible slowly but firmly flew out of his body.
He Yiming's face didn't show any surprise. He knew long ago that the enmity between him and this old man was irrevocably formed when Xiao Yifan proposed wiping out his family.
Since it was completely out in the open, he naturally wouldn't hold back anymore.
Taking half a step back, He Yiming stood firmly. He didn't take off the cloth bag on his back, but slowly raised his hands.
A profound and unfathomable handprint strangely appeared on his hands.
His fingers were interlocked, and his palms were hidden between his fingers. In a place where no one could see, his palms were slightly bulging, as if there was something padding inside.
Hidden Needle Print, this was a print he had transformed from the Seal of Clouds and Rain. This was the first time he used it in actual combat after creating it.
He Yitian looked at his sixth brother in a daze. Among these people, only he had seen Lin Taoli's handprint cultivation method.
Although it was impossible to know the changes in the cultivation method, the handprint was roughly the same. And he also knew that in the He family, there was no special cultivation method related to handprints.
Therefore, he faintly felt strange. Could it be that Lin Taoli had passed down the family's handprint cultivation method to his sixth brother?
But that Lin Taoli didn't seem to be so stupid!
Ever since He Yiming assumed the posture of the Hidden Needle Print, his entire person seemed to have disappeared.
Although everyone could see him with their eyes, they felt that He Yiming was no longer there.
Compared to the powerful vitality surging out of Lu Xinwen's body, He Yiming seemed to have become a stubborn stone, without any breath of life.
Everyone held their breaths. Their hearts were filled with indescribable emotions.
Everyone knew that the duel between these two people would be the final outcome of today's battle. The winner would undoubtedly obtain great benefits, but the loser would most likely lose his life.
Although they didn't enter the arena, the worry and fear in their hearts were far greater than the two Connate experts in the arena.
Suddenly, Lu Xinwen seemed to move. He took a step forward. Everyone's eyes were dazzled, and he appeared three steps in front of He Yiming.
No one could see how he moved. It was as if he suddenly disappeared and reappeared. Everyone blinked to confirm that they hadn't seen wrongly. A few timid people even muttered in their hearts. Could this person be the legendary demon or ghost? Otherwise, how could he make people hallucinate?
However, at this moment, He Yiming also moved.
His hand moved slightly, and everyone saw a wisp of golden light flash past their eyes.
It didn't even take a blink of an eye.
Lu Xinwen's body trembled strangely, and he retreated at an unimaginable speed.
If it was said that no one had seen him advance, then when he retreated, everyone clearly saw an afterimage.
From three meters in front of He Yiming, a series of Lu Xinwen extended backward until he was 20 meters away. Then, he raised his palm and placed it flat in front of his chest.
His palm flashed with a golden light, and then disappeared into nothingness.
After catching the golden light, Lu Xinwen's body seemed to pause for a moment. Finally, he began to turn again. This time, his movements were even faster. In an instant, he had already circled around He Yiming several times.
In everyone's eyes, the old man's figure had already disappeared. They seemed to see a wisp of fog, moving quickly on the field. Even He Quanxin, a great master of inner strength at Level 10, was like an ordinary person at this moment. He couldn't catch him at all.
His face suddenly became extremely ugly. He had heard He Wude say before that the gap between a Xiantian master and a Houtian master was so huge that it was unimaginable. In the eyes of a Xiantian master, even a Houtian master at Level 10 was just a slightly bigger ant.
Although he had heard so much that calluses appeared in his ears, he had always had a trace of doubt in his heart.
However, at this moment, he finally believed it completely.
The two people fighting on the field, whether it was He Yiming or Lu Xinwen, could take his life at any time if they wanted to.
At this moment, he only rejoiced that Yiming had become a Xiantian master. His only prayer was that Yiming could win this battle. If he was defeated because of his lack of strength, then he had to escape with his life.
Yiming was still young. As long as he was still alive, there would be a day when he could take revenge.
Everyone outside the field had their own thoughts, but the two people in the field put all their thoughts on each other.
Lu Xinwen's feet moved like the wind. His body had already turned into a cloud, a ball of fog.
This ball of fog revolved around He Yiming non-stop. Every time it revolved, the surrounding air seemed to condense a little, causing the pressure inside to increase a little.
He Yiming could clearly feel that a whirlpool of energy was gradually forming, and it was constantly squeezing towards him.
It was a Water-type technique, and a Xiantian one at that.
At this moment, He Yiming already understood the attribute of Lu Xinwen's Xiantian technique.
He Yiming's body was as still as a mountain in the face of the constantly squeezing power from all directions. His ten fingers moved rapidly, and wisps of Xiantian Qi were alternately stimulated from his palms.
Every time the needle of the Hidden Needle Seal was stimulated, it was like poking a big hole in the surrounding clouds. Suddenly, the natural squeezing power had a hole to vent, and it could no longer exert pressure on him.
He Yiming's needle speed was obviously beyond Lu Xinwen's expectations, and it was also beyond the range of what he could bear. The old man suddenly let out a long cry, and his body rose into the air. In an instant, he had retreated dozens of meters away.
At this point, everyone could clearly see that there was a white robe in his hand. It turned out that he had used an extremely fast movement technique to wave this robe, which gave people the feeling that it was like clouds and mist.
However, at this moment, this robe was already riddled with holes, and it couldn't be more tattered …
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