Burning Heaven Dragon Emperor

Chapter 8 Who is the waste?
As night fell, Mu Yunchuan returned to Tianmu Peak with a wine bag.

This guy ran the zhenqi for Han Xiao several times, and after passing down the "Bingxuan Jin", he found that Han Xiao could master this skill once he practiced it, and the speed of zhenqi movement was outrageously fast. I was completely relieved, and went down the mountain to drink by myself.

Walking outside Han Xiao's room, Mu Yunchuan found that Han Xiao was still practicing in the room, and couldn't help but admire: "Hey, this kid seems to be born with the material for practicing "Bingxuan Jin", and he doesn't sleep at night, continue Practicing, where can I find such a hard-working apprentice?"

Immediately, Mu Yunchuan had no more worries in his heart, and he died in a drunken dream with confidence and boldness.

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After two months like this, Mu Yunchuan only cared about drinking, and almost never asked about Han Xiao's cultivation progress. Day after day, this caused Han Xiao to be seen by outsiders as having nothing to do all day long.

All the brothers and sisters practiced various boxing techniques, swordsmanship, and lightness skills every day. Only Han Xiao, like a fool, wandered from east to west, and from south to north every day, a typical idler.

In addition, his aptitude is ridiculously "poor", so no senior brother is willing to get close to him.

In fact, Han Xiao seems to be wandering around every day, but he is actually practicing one of the [Yin Yang Ghost Art] [Yin Yang Wang Qi Art].

This Taoist technique is a mysterious way to survey the terrain and the veins, and to look at the aura of the world. In Mojin Xiaowei's school, it is often used to hunt for treasures and tombs.

From summer to autumn, there are no four seasons in the Frost Snow Mountains, with snow falling all year round, but in the Xuanbing Palace, due to the maintenance of an ancient formation, the four seasons are like spring, and it is still full of spring.

On this day, in the Martial Arts Field, there was another sound of "hoho haha" practicing. Everyone was desperately practicing the basics of various martial arts. On a rock to the west of the Martial Arts Field, a young man in a fancy dress sat On it, dangling his legs and resting his cheeks, he watched with great interest the fellow apprentices exchanging lessons and rehearsing.

This guy is naturally Han Xiao.

Seeing the wonderful things, Han Xiao did not forget to applaud and applaud. When those people saw the sloppy Han Xiao, their faces showed contempt, and some even walked away directly, leaving a sentence of "stupid".

Everyone was wearing the standard costumes of inner disciples of Xuanbing Palace, only Han Xiao was a maverick, wearing a gorgeous purple silk gown, which seemed out of place with everyone.

"Hey, Xuan'er didn't come to practice martial arts again." Han Xiao was a little bored. As early as a month ago, he had learned all the martial arts of his senior brothers, and now there was nothing to see, and his The cultivation base of the sea of ​​inner qi has also been directly raised to the tenth level of the day after tomorrow.

As for the cultivation of the Outer Qi Sea, it still stays at the first level of acquired state.

Most of the disciples who joined the Xuanbing Palace at the same time as Han Xiao had reached the third or even fourth level of Houtian. As for Ye Xuan, a genius with an earth-level one-star talent, she had directly reached the sixth level of Houtian. His master Liu Baisu was overjoyed.

Everyone looked down on Han Xiao. After two months of cultivation, he was still at the first level of the day after tomorrow. Calling him a waste is an insult to the word "trash".

Of course, Han Xiao didn't care about other people's opinions. He came to Xuanbing Palace mainly to suppress the fire poison in his body, and after the evil dragon Fen Tianlun recognized his master, he finally didn't have to suffer from the heart-wrenching pain of thousands of fires.

Besides, he is not a waste, but a peerless and peerless evildoer!

At this moment, on a small path leading to the Martial Arts Field, two young men came from a distance, whispering something.

It stands to reason that they are still [-] or [-] feet away from Han Xiao, and it is impossible for Han Xiao to hear their conversation, but Han Xiao is still a little master of the acquired tenth stage, and his soul power is far beyond ordinary people. , Let alone twenty or thirty feet away, Han Xiao can hear clearly even fifty feet away.

The voices of these two people were very familiar. They were the two outer disciples who were ordered to beat up Han Xiao that day, Zhong Yan and Ding Hai.

Zhong Yan laughed a few times and said, "Do you know, I heard that my little uncle often practices meditation on top of Ling Yunding? Hehe, that scene must be as beautiful as a fairy descending to earth!"

"Tch, have you seen it?" Ding Hai looked at Zhong Yan contemptuously, "We outer disciples, just be responsible for doing our own chores, and return to the junior uncle, the junior uncle is what you can think of." ?"

"Think about it without breaking the rules." Zhong Yan knocked on Ding Hai's forehead fiercely, and said in admiration, "Tsk tsk tsk, speaking of the beauty of my little uncle, damn it, just thinking about it will make me spend the whole night." Couldn't sleep all night!"

"Hey..." The two wretched youths glanced at each other, needless to say, they must have lusted after Qiu Wanyun before, and then masturbated.

Suddenly, Zhong Yan saw Han Xiao sitting on a rock in front of him in a daze, and pouted at his back, "Come on, let's kick him and run away immediately."

"Okay!" Ding Hai squeezed his fists, "Damn it, last time this bastard played dead and rolled on the ground, I was so scared that I almost ran away!"

On the boulder in the distance, Han Xiao's mouth curled up. These two bastards, if they didn't go to them, they dared to provoke him. This time, I have to let them know how powerful I am, a "trash"!

Zhong Yan and the others quietly approached Han Xiao from behind, ready to kick his ass hard and run away, but before they could do anything, Han Xiao suddenly turned around and looked at the two with a smile on his face. one glance.

"You two junior brothers, what a coincidence, we meet again."

"Eh..." Zhong Yan and Ding Hai froze, trembling all over, and stood there dumbfounded.But soon, the two shook their heads and smiled again.

Why are you afraid of this trash?
Can the entire Xuanbing Palace find someone more useless than him?

"Trash, who are you, dare to call us junior brother?" Zhong Yan looked disdainful, and stared at Han Xiao fiercely with a pair of triangular eyes, "With your cultivation level, I would be ashamed to call me senior brother!"

"That's right! We're here to beat you today. How about it? Are you upset?" Ding Hai also looked arrogant. Although he didn't succeed in beating Han Xiao last time, it at least proved that this guy is indeed an out-and-out waste.

After finishing speaking, one of the two men raised the broom, the other picked up a wooden stick, and walked up with grinning grinning.

That old drunk cat of Mu Yunchuan knows how to drink all day long, while Han Xiao is a completely idle waste in the Xuanbing Palace, no elders or teachers think highly of him, even if he is beaten, no one will give it to him. He was in his early years.

"You guys can't beat me, why should I be upset?" Han Xiao's mouth curled up in a sinister arc, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, looking lazy and unruly.

"Hahaha, it seems that you are not only useless, but also a fool!" Zhong Yan waved the broom in his hand, aimed at Han Xiao's forehead, and slammed it down. step, almost sticking to Zhong Yan's body.

The next moment, there was only a "slap", and a crisp slap sounded, and Zhong Yan was pulled out three feet away.

"Grass!" Ding Hai roared, and with a dance of the wooden stick, he used the most commonly used "coiling dragon stick technique" by outer disciples. The stick was like a gust of wind, and its strength broke through thousands of miles. This guy has practiced this stick technique for some years , under full display, but also has a bit of momentum.

But in Han Xiao's view, it is vulnerable!
"Slap!" Another slap, Ding Hai's body also flew out, and fell down together with Zhong Yan.

Han Xiao walked in front of the two, squatted down slowly, and said with a faint smile: "Now, tell me who is the trash?"

(End of this chapter)