Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

"Let a new group of people come in."

Han Jinghuan selected a few talented people he liked, and did not give up his recruitment because of Yu Wenjing's promise. After all, he didn't know how long these righteous disciples would stay. If things were not resolved by then, he would have to rely on the people he recruited.

Soon, a new group of talented people entered the courtyard.

Su Jie, Xiao Fengyuan and Ning Xinyue were also among them.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Su Jie caught two familiar people from the corner of his eye.

One was a woman with a graceful and beautiful appearance, the Fairy Qingyin Mo Shiyao.

The other was the target Su Jie wanted to capture this time, Qi Shijian, who was standing behind a man dressed in Zixia Sect, chatting and laughing with others, and there was no trace of the murderous intention of the demon cultivator on him.

Xiao Fengyuan's eyes flashed with brilliance, and his blood surged.

"Be patient."

Su Jie held Xiao Fengyuan down and shook his head slightly.

Now is not the time to take action. There are too many righteous disciples. These are not outer disciples, or even ordinary inner disciples. In order to recruit Han Ruyan, who has the Tianxuan Yaoguang body, all the major sects have sent out elite disciples, with the purpose of demonstrating the teaching level of their own sects.

Therefore, the righteous disciples who appeared in the Han Mansion were full of energy and blood, with spiritual pressure, divine light, and extraordinary momentum.

Some of them put pressure on Su Jie, not less than Du Shaochang, and even more.

"Everyone, please take turns to show your skills. Once you are successful, regardless of success or failure, you can receive 300 taels of silver. If you help solve the disaster of my Han family, you will be offered 10,000 taels of silver with both hands."

Han Jinghuan gently shook his folding fan and looked over.

"I have heard of the Han family for a long time. I am Ji Yingxuan, known as the Vast Divine Palm in the Jianghu. I am sorry to show you my skills."

A confident man in green strode out, shook his head, and jumped up more than ten meters high, shouting: "Divine Power Palm!"

Boom!

A loud explosion came from the void, and the bluestone slabs under the courtyard broke into several pieces, and a small tree as thick as a calf was broken in half.

The man in green let out a long breath, clapped his hands, and palm prints fell one after another. The courtyard was suddenly dusty, and shallow pits appeared on the ground.

"Good, not bad."

Han Jinghuan nodded with satisfaction, winked, and immediately a servant came forward with a tray with ingots of silver.

One after another, talented people came on stage, some were recruited, and some were not in Han Jinghuan's eyes.

"My name is Zhu Ya, and I'm good at controlling ice."

When it was Ning Xinyue's turn, the girl lifted her skirt lightly, and strands of frost spread from her feet. The ground and the trees in the courtyard condensed into ice, turning into a world of ice and snow.

"Oh, it's quite interesting."

Yuwen Jing took a closer look, stretched out his hand to crush a piece of ice, and said proudly: "If I'm not mistaken, you are practicing the Ten Thousand Colds Technique. A casual cultivator can master this technique. Although the Ten Thousand Colds Technique is only a low-level method and is widely circulated, it is also considered that you have some skills."

Ning Xinyue raised her head and smiled slightly, saying: "Yes, of course I can't compare with your disciples of the righteous way. With this skill, I am doing well among the casual cultivators."

Obviously, Ning Xinyue did not use her Xuanyin body, otherwise, Yuwen Jing would not be able to touch the severe coldness with his hands without using spiritual power.

"Very good, Miss Zhu, I hope you can help us solve the disaster in the mansion as soon as possible."

Han Jinghuan laughed loudly. Ning Xinyue's appearance made him feel that the recruitment was not in vain.

"My name is Storm Spear, Xia Xiusi."

Xiao Fengyuan also took the stage, his spear was like a storm, performing a set of spear techniques, performing as a martial artist.

Smoothly, Xiao Fengyuan's performance was also recognized.

"Shadowless Sword, Xu Changqing."

Finally, Su Jie also stepped forward to use a set of sword techniques, which is the supporting sword moves of Qinghong Sword Technique.

In the past, Su Jie used flying swords, controlling the White Bone Sky Evil Sword to kill the enemy, and had no chance to fight in close combat with sword moves.

However, his proficiency, physical strength and eyesight are there. Su Jie used it with great vigor, and the sky was full of sword shadows, and he easily won recognition.

"This pure martial artist has at most the third level of Yunling Realm."

Xiao Guanglian looked contemptuous. This kind of martial artist can only do superficial punches and kicks.

In their immortal sect, they can't even beat the disciples of the second level of the soul-enriching realm.

"The so-called martial artists have nice and grand nicknames."

Mo Shiyao pursed her lips and smiled lightly, seeming a little careless. These talented people are not worthy of her special attention.

"Some minor tricks, not worth mentioning."

Qi Shijian echoed and commented, looking at Mo Shiyao from time to time, his eyes were warm, but Mo Shiyao didn't look at him straight.

Han Ruyan listened to the words of these righteous disciples, and looked over with her beautiful eyes, and was also a little disappointed.

After Han Jinghuan recruited all the people, he ordered the servants to arrange and entertain them with delicious food and drinks.

As night fell, Su Jie and others were arranged to live in the guest room.

Under the moonlight, the three met on the roof to discuss the next plan.

"Senior Brother Su, Senior Brother Xiao, what should we say?"

Ning Xinyue sat on the roof, swinging her white and tender legs, and asked lazily.

"I have already found out where Qi Shijian lives, but this is also where the group of righteous disciples live. If we take action directly, we will definitely be besieged."

Xiao Fengyuan drew a map of the Han Mansion and marked the location where Qi Shijian lived on it.

"It is not advisable to take action directly. We..."

Su Jie was talking when he suddenly turned his head and looked at the dark corner behind him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A round thing that looked like a ball rolled over.

Accompanied by the sound of bells and running, a faint smell of blood floated in the air. The ball was clearly a human head.

In the darkness, a pair of pale arms stretched out and suddenly hugged the head on the ground.

Then, a child wearing a red bellyband tilted his head and looked at Su Jie and the other two on the roof.

The child's skin was bloodless and morbidly pale. There was a bell tied around his ankle. His eyes had no whites or pupils, only pure black, which was very scary at night.

"Brother, come and play with me!"

The child giggled and the tightly closed eyes of the head in his arms suddenly opened, and his eyes met Su Jie's eyes.

Click!

A faint blood line appeared on Su Jie's neck, and blood flowed out.

"Don't look into the eyes of the head."

As soon as Su Jie finished speaking, the wound on his neck closed again.

And Su Jie also took a step and instantly appeared in front of the child holding the head. He lowered his head and looked down at him, sneering: "Little boy, brother is here to play with you, you must not run away."