Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

Cheng Xuanming tightly grasped the folding fan in his right hand. The fifth-grade earth-level magic weapon seemed to sense his anger and kept shaking in his hand.

He couldn't understand why, when he was in the sect, Senior Sister Ding didn't even take an ordinary senior uncle who was in the early Nascent Soul stage seriously.

Jiang Han is just a waste in the middle stage of Jindan. Why should Senior Sister Ding be so accommodating to him?

How could she be so scared of Jiang Han that she let him slap her in the face?!

He was the sect master's personal disciple. Anyone below the Nascent Soul stage would call him Master Cheng. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?!

Cheng Xuanming was breathing rapidly. He really wanted to disobey Senior Sister Ding's words and go up to beat up that arrogant boy!

But he didn't dare...

"Okay! I'll fight!"

He glared at Jiang Han hatefully. He wanted to remember this face. When he entered the secret realm, he would capture him alive and force Jiang Han to slap him in the face!

He tensed his body, raised his left hand, and slapped himself hard in the face.

"Snapped--!"

The immense pain caused his face to twitch, but his face was filled with hatred, as if he was not slapping himself, but the hateful Jiang Han!

After a palm fell, he glanced at Ding Ruoming. Seeing that the other party didn't say anything, his eyes darkened and he felt extremely aggrieved.

He didn't understand why Senior Sister Ding didn't say a few words to help him. Did she want him to continue fighting?!

He is not a disciple of an elder like Liu Yiyi, but a disciple of the sect master. One slap is already the limit!

Ding Ruoming seemed to know what he was going to say, without even looking at him, she said casually:

"continue."

Cheng Xuanming felt a burning pain on his face. It was not someone hitting his face, but someone stepping on his face and rubbing it on the ground!

He was breathing rapidly, his eyes were bloodshot, and the anger in his chest was about to burst out!

He wanted to pin Jiang Han to the ground and beat him up!

But he couldn't do that now. Although he didn't know why Senior Sister Ding did this, since she said so, he could only do it.

He raised his left hand with difficulty and slapped his face hard!

"Pah-pah-pah-!"

He didn't dare hold back and hit her very hard, causing a large swelling on her face soon.

Crisp sounds came one after another. Although the slap did not hit his face, it still made the faces of the monks from other sects tremble.

"Now, the feud between the Zixiao Sword Sect and the Yin Yang Sect has intensified."

"Who said it wasn't? Something might happen in this secret realm. Cheng Xuanming is a vengeful person, and Jiang Han doesn't look like a pushover either. There will definitely be a fight between the two of them this time!"

"These two brats from the Purple Sky Sword Sect are so impetuous! This isn't the way to establish your authority. They've smashed someone's face. If there's a chance in the future, the Yin Yang Sect will definitely retaliate!"

"These two are still too young. They only act on impulse. If it were me, I would never be as reckless as him."

From Jiang Han's position, he could clearly see the resentment in the two men's eyes, but he didn't care. Whether it was resentment or hatred, they were just seeking revenge on him. He was not really afraid of this now.

After waiting for a moment, he turned to look at the last person, the gray-robed monk from the Lingfu Palace.

"that whoever."

He raised his chin slightly and said softly:

"You're the only one left."

Fang Yun's heart trembled when he saw Jiang Han, and his face changed drastically when he heard these words.

Although he didn't understand why the Yin Yang Sect was so timid, he was not afraid of Jiang Han.

He is just a middle stage Jindan cultivator, he can destroy him with just a wave of his hand!

"If you want me to slap you in the face, let's see if you have the ability to do it!" he shouted angrily.

"Just hit me when I tell you to. Why all that nonsense?"

Bai Mujian was extremely fast. Everyone only saw a flash of white light before he appeared above Fang Yun's head. A huge murderous intent poured down, knocking all the monks of Lingfu Palace to their knees on the ground in an instant.

"boom--!"

The sound of their knees hitting the ground was particularly loud, and a puff of smoke rose up. They knelt on the ground in an orderly manner, their faces ferocious, their eyes constantly flashing with blood and struggle, and their clothes were instantly wet with cold sweat.

Some people are even more mentally fragile. In just a moment, they vomit blood, fall to the ground with a thud, and their bodies twitch unconsciously.

"Such a strong murderous intent!! Who is this person? When did the Purple Sky Sword Sect produce such a genius?!"

There was a cry of surprise in the field. Among those who came to the secret realm this time, there were many Yuanying stage cultivators who came to protect their younger generations.

Before, due to the rules, they could not interfere with the feuds between these young Jindan generation, but now, the strong murderous intent made them feel frightened.

They had never seen such murderous intent even in the Nascent Soul stage. How many people did they have to kill to have such a strong murderous intent?

"stop!"

A loud shout was heard, and a powerful aura unique to the Nascent Soul stage came roaring over, and in a blink of an eye it was above the monks of the Lingfu Palace.

Bai Mujian frowned and looked at the middle-aged monk in Confucian robes.

"Are you going to break the rules too?" His voice was a little cold.

Sun Yiwen's expression changed slightly. He originally thought that he was just a junior Jindan. Even if his murderous intent was strong, how strong could it be?

But when he was there in person, he truly felt it. This murderous intent was enough to terrify him.

Green light flowed around his body, barely blocking the murderous intent that was rising into the sky. But just as he was about to speak, he felt a cold murderous intent piercing his eyebrows!

There was a sharp pain between his eyebrows, and he was shocked and looked up hurriedly.

The moment he looked up, Sun Yiwen's pupils contracted violently and his face changed drastically, as if he had seen his natural enemy, and he was terrified to the extreme.

Suddenly, a black figure appeared in the air.

Her clothes fluttered in the wind, her long hair swayed lightly, and she looked at him calmly, but the look in her eyes was as if she was looking at a dead person.

"Gudong..."

Sun Yiwen's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed with great difficulty.

He didn't understand why the Purple Sky Sword Sect would let this crazy woman out. Wouldn't it be better for her to stay inside the sect? Why did she always come out to scare people?

A trace of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his face quickly covered with an awkward smile, and his body slowly retreated:

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Fellow Daoist Du, please don't misunderstand me. I didn't do anything."

Although he wanted to rescue many disciples, he cared more about his own life.

Although Du Yucheng is extremely low-key and rarely appears in public, everyone in the five major sects knows that he is a madman!

She wants to fight with others if she disagrees with them. She is not a sword cultivator, she is clearly a life cultivator!

Who would dare to fight her? If you lose, you will die, and if you win, you will lose. And even those crazy people in the Purple Sky Sword Sect will fight to the death to avenge him.

More importantly, Du Yucheng has never lost so far.

Sun Yiwen retreated to a very far distance until the stinging pain in his brow subsided. Only then did he dare to shout loudly at Bai Mujian:

"My dear friend, can you please forgive them this time?"

Bai Mujian looked at him but said nothing.

Fortunately, Sun Yiwen was also smart. Seeing this, he thought about it and quickly turned around and shouted to Jiang Han:

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, speaking of which, I have some friendship with Elder Lin of your sect. This time, Fang Yun was outspoken, but his crime is not punishable by death. I wonder if, considering the long-standing friendship between our two sects, could you spare them this time?"