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

The howling wind, although without much power, was like a slap in the face to them, making everyone shocked and frightened, but no one dared to speak out and rebuke.

Even Qin Menghe, who had just wanted to start a conversation, now kept her mouth shut.

"Be quiet and don't break anything." Jiang Han said casually, but there was no reprimand in his tone.

No matter what, he is the Holy Son of the Sword Sect. Even if he comes to challenge, the etiquette of the Yin-Yang Sect should be followed.

But now, apart from the many low-level disciples who came to watch the fun, only Cheng Yushu came out to greet them.

Oh, just a show of force?

Jiang Han passed Cheng Yushu, his aura surged, and he rushed directly towards the many Yin Yang Sect disciples who were gathered in front to watch the excitement!

"boom--"

An invisible impact swept past everyone, like an invisible giant hand sweeping across the sky and earth, sweeping those disciples to the sides.

There were many Nascent Soul cultivators in the crowd. They immediately used their internal energy to resist. Their aura surged, and various colored spiritual lights flashed wildly, trying to resist that huge force!

But their aura in front of Jiang Han was like a firefly compared to the bright moon. As soon as they appeared, they were shattered by the powerful aura.

The spiritual light scattered and then disappeared like bubbles.

For a moment, people in the field fell to the ground, screaming in surprise. Everyone staggered to their feet, and when they looked up, they all looked at Jiang Han in shock and fear.

How can it be!

There were so many of them, but they couldn't even resist the aura emitted by the other party, not even a breath!

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, what are you doing..." Cheng Yushu was shocked and wanted to say something.

Jiang Han ignored him, walked straight forward, interrupted him casually, and said:

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, where are the people from your Yin Yang Sect who are ready to fight now? Why haven't they come to see me yet?"

Since the other party is rude, he doesn't need to be polite to them anymore. They are here to slap him in the face, so naturally he can be as aggressive as possible!

Cheng Yushu noticed Jiang Han's displeasure and did not dare to neglect him any longer. He quickly stepped forward to lead the way:

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, please follow me. Senior Sister He has been waiting in the martial arts arena for a long time."

"..."

As the two of them and hundreds of monks from the Battle Immortal Palace left together, the people who had been silent suddenly exploded!

They came to their senses and rushed towards the training ground while shouting.

"Damn it! This person is so rude! Does he really think there is no one in my Yin Yang Sect?!"

"A mere mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, yet you are so arrogant! Today, I will make Senior Sister He avenge us!"

"That's right! No matter whether he's in the early or middle stage of the Nascent Soul, in front of Senior Sister He who is in the late stage of the Nascent Soul, he can only kneel down and die!"

The crowd was indignant, but at the back of the crowd, Qin Menghe, who had been quite motivated before, was silent at this moment.

The familiar yet more violent aura just now reminded her of some very bad memories.

That's what happened to her at the beginning. She was swept away by the aftermath of the battle between the other party and her senior brother, and was buried deep underground, only then she managed to escape with her life.

She thought that after this meeting, she had the strength to compete with the other party.

Unexpectedly, the gap between Jiang Han and her is still so huge, and even seems to be getting bigger!

Why is this happening? Why on earth?

She was obviously working so hard, practicing every day without slacking off, but she could never catch up with the other person.

This feeling of powerlessness made her feel hopeless, and she suddenly began to doubt the meaning of her cultivation...

Is it possible that she can only stand at the foot of the mountain and watch the other person climb to the top step by step for the rest of her life?

Is she destined to be a foil?

Her pale face made her look even weaker. Qin Menghe's eyes, which had been full of confidence before, were now filled with endless confusion.

The originally solid heart of Tao also showed a tiny crack at this moment.

"Senior Sister Qin, the opportunity to see Senior Sister He in action is extremely rare. Shall we go and see it too?"

Ding Ruoming's voice reached Qin Menghe's ears, and she woke up suddenly.

"Oh right! And there's Senior Sister He!"

Her eyes lit up again, even though she was suppressed by the other party and couldn't raise her head, but Senior Sister He was also a rare genius in the world.

Even with the help of the senior sister, Jiang Han, who has just risen to prominence, will definitely be defeated!

Qin Menghe's eyes regained their spirit and she hurriedly flew forward:

"Hurry up, I want to see Jiang Han defeated with my own eyes. I want to see him being stepped on by my senior sister!"

As long as her senior sister can win, she, whose talent is not inferior to hers, will definitely win in the future!

The so-called victory or defeat is just a matter of time!

……

The Yin-Yang Sect's martial arts training ground occupies a single peak. The square on the top of the peak is flat and, at a glance, it seems to be a thousand miles in radius.

At this moment, tens of thousands of Yin-Yang Sect cultivators gathered here, and even many cultivators who had received the news were flying over and landing around the square, looking curiously at Jiang Han and his group who were walking towards them.

"There are quite a few people."

Jiang Han took a quick glance and signaled everyone to stop, then walked towards the center of the training ground alone.

As far as the eye could see, there were already more than ten late Nascent Soul cultivators waiting there.

His calm gaze fell on the dozen or so monks, and he said calmly:

"Which of you comes first?"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a sound of people sucking in their breaths of cold air all around, and the more than ten monks looked vaguely displeased.

"Good boy, you are quite arrogant."

"You even dare to provoke us, do you know who we are?"

"I don't know him." Jiang Han shook his head.

Hearing this, several people almost laughed out of anger.

"Ignorance is truly bliss. You're just a young man in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage, but you don't even recognize us!"

"Listen carefully, we are all masters of our sect who are well-known on the local list. We are not someone you can challenge!"

"Hmph, why are you saying so much to him? I just regret that Senior Sister He has already accepted the challenge. Otherwise, I would have taken action today and shown you what a genius really is!"

"It's not too late for you to apologize now. Otherwise, I will challenge the Sword Sect tomorrow to let you know that there are always people better than you."

Several of them looked arrogant and refused to give in. It was obvious that they did not take Jiang Han seriously.

"That's fine." Jiang Han's expression remained unchanged. "Once I win, you can enter."

After he finished speaking, there was an eerie silence in the room for a moment, and then a burst of noise broke out.

"Fuck! This guy is too crazy!"

"Rampant, too rampant! This is the Yin Yang Sect, not the Sword Sect, you bastard!"

"He actually doesn't even take our sect's top experts seriously. What on earth does he want to do?"

"Senior Sister He, why hasn't she come yet? Come and knock this arrogant fellow down. Let him know how powerful our Yin Yang Sect is!"

The crowd was outraged, and the onlookers wanted to rush up and tear the arrogant boy into pieces!

Originally, they still had admiration for the legendary Sword Sect's Holy Son. After all, a genius who had formed a fetus in three years was enough to make them yearn for him.

But the other party was so arrogant that it even threatened the Yin-Yang Sect. This time, no matter how much they admired the other party, they could not tolerate it.