The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 2243 Ling Hantian's wrist!

Chapter 2243 Ling Hantian's wrist!
"With the improvement of my cultivation, the power I need to absorb is thousands of times that of others."

Ling Hantian smiled wryly in his heart, but he also understood.

If not, how could he have the ability to leapfrog challenges.

Now his cultivation path is far from being comparable to that of ordinary strong men.

The strength required for each level-up is thousands of times that of ordinary people.

Even, Ling Hantian guessed that after he gathers more sun stars, the power needed for each promotion will be multiplied by ten thousand times.

I don't know how long it has passed, Ling Hantian was disturbed by a commotion, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes suddenly opened.

The blue light in his eyes disappeared, and a pair of dark eyes looked at the source of the commotion.

It turned out that in the original Yuxiang tribe, several youths snatched the blood from a little girl.

"We have to go to the front line and fight to the death. Let us drink this blood first. After killing more monsters, we will return the blood to you."

"How can you rob it by force, this is a reward from Master Han Tian!"

The young people looked upright, and spoke with awe-inspiring righteousness.

The few children who were robbed looked angry.

However, when they rushed forward, those young men had already drank the blood in the bowl in one gulp.

"Go away, if we don't become stronger, how can we protect you?"

Several youths kicked several children away, cursing and swearing.

Ling Hantian's face had already darkened, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He stood up, and appeared behind several young people in a flash.

"How much you eat and how much you spit out, otherwise you won't have to live today!"

"Hmph, that desperate person dares to do this..."

Several young people suddenly heard a cold voice, and their faces suddenly glowed fiercely.

However, when they turned around and saw the master who was speaking, their faces turned pale and bloodless.

"Han...Master Han Tian!"

"It's Master Han Tian, ​​Master Han Tian, ​​please make the decision for us."

Several teenagers and girls who were beaten rushed to Ling Hantian, knelt on the ground together and kowtowed quickly.

They want to become stronger, only then can they survive in the world of martial arts.

So they will not give away their own things.

Even if it is their own relatives, they will not let it.

This is the generality of the Nether Race and the Demon Race in the Demon Realm.

"My lord, we were wrong."

Seeing this, several young people quickly knelt down on the ground.

Between the changes in eyes, one of the young men cried out, "My lord, I will work hard for my lord. If I don't have the strength, I can only hold back. We are also waiting to improve our strength as soon as possible so that we can share the worries of your lord."

"Shut up, I said you can spit out as much as you swallow."

A killing intent flashed in Ling Hantian's eyes, if it wasn't for You Meier's sake, he would have killed these people long ago.

In addition, Ling Hantian, a member of the Yuxiang tribe, was very disappointed.

It seems that every time they come out to make a fuss, they are all members of the Yuxiang tribe.

"My lord..., this... tells us how to vomit...,"

Several young people looked at each other, and they were all hungry.

Ling Hantian actually asked them to spit it out, which was simply embarrassing them.

"You can't vomit, let me help you!"

After Ling Hantian said in a cold voice, he took a step forward.

Seeing this, these young people trembled all over immediately, and the powerful aura of the middle stage of the Xianwang burst out instantly.

boom!
However, at the moment when they counterattacked subconsciously, a mountain-like pressure swept over them, pressing down on their shoulders like mountains.

"Spit it out!"

Ling Hantian kicked one of them in the lower abdomen.

A huge force poured into it, and the sky-blue blood that hadn't spread in his body immediately rolled back.

puff!

The young man rolled his eyes, but spit out a mouthful of reverse blood in the bloodshot, sky blue blood spilled out.

Ling Hantian didn't catch it, but kicked another person again.

The young man was shaking like a sieve, when Ling Hantian kicked him off, he also followed the same fate.

Seeing this, several teenagers and girls turned pale with fright.

They all thought that Ling Hantian was going to kill these people.

Seeing that Ling Hantian forced out the blood that several people drank, but ignored it, he became even more puzzled.

"Master Han Tian, ​​please be merciful and bypass them this time!"

Many old people from the Yuxiang tribe stood up tremblingly, knelt on the floor of the battleship, and begged Ling Hantian to stop.

After all, these are their fellow fighters, working desperately on the front lines.

Now, it's just such a small mistake, they feel that Ling Hantian's treatment is too heavy.

After all, with so much blood, wouldn't it be enough to reward a few more bowls?

Of course, these elders of the Nether Race would not speak out the words in their hearts.

Ling Hantian stopped, his eyes swept over the many kneeling strong men.

Then he looked at the strong man of the Tarot tribe.

At this time, the strong men of the Tarot tribe also looked here.

Seeing Ling Hantian's gaze, some youths in the Tarot tribe couldn't help but take a few steps back.

They did the same thing just now.

However, after retreating a little, all the young fighters who had done this kind of thing stood up one after another, braced themselves and knelt down on the ground.

"Master Han Tian, ​​I was so confused, I did the same thing just now, please punish me."

"Who did you rob? Whoever was robbed will stand up."

With his hands behind his back, Ling Hantian looked at all the boys and girls of the Tarot tribe.

Under his gaze, teenagers and girls from the Tarot tribe walked out one by one.

"Master Han Tian, ​​brother and the others have agreed with us."

However, what was unexpected was that the teenagers and girls who came out of the Tarot tribe all spoke up to defend themselves after kneeling down.

"Why do you agree?"

Ling Hantian looked at a group of teenagers and girls, his voice was very flat, his words caused everyone to panic.

"Brothers are fighting to the death on the front line, there is nothing we can do, it's the only thing we can support them."

Hearing the words of all the boys and girls, Ling Hantian was silent for a while.

But after a while, his face became extremely serious and severe.

"For Ming Luo's sake, and because you are voluntary, I will not hold you accountable."

"But you all listen to me, this kind of thing is not allowed to happen in the future, they want to be strong, you also need to be strong, I don't think you are willing to stay under this kind of shelter."

"I'll follow orders, thank you Master Han Tian for your tolerance."

The young fighters of the Tarot tribe all wiped off their cold sweat, and immediately everyone knelt down to worship Ling Hantian at the same time.

Seeing this, the youths of the Yuxiang tribe, especially the few young fighters who were severely punished by Ling Hantian, burst out with evil fire in their stomachs.

They felt that Ling Hantian was partial to the Tarot tribe, and Ling Hantian handled the same thing differently.

"As for you..."

However, before all the young soldiers could speak, Ling Hantian's icy gaze fell on them, and everyone shivered.

"It's the same sentence, spit it out!"

"My lord, we are not convinced!"

Finally, a young soldier stood up and stared at Ling Hantian angrily.

(End of this chapter)