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The first level of the innate realm...?

Hear what An Kelan said.

Everyone in the Han family was dumbfounded.

Including Han Ningxin.

They all felt that this was an unsuspecting exchange of ideas.

what's the situation?
Look at it.

This little girl is only 10 years old, at most 11 years old!

An 11-year-old in the First Layer of the Innate Realm?

When did cultivation become such a simple matter?

And this time.

Yang Huan put the evil sword in his hand on the ground.

He raised the bitter bamboo in his hand.

"I didn't look down on you."

"However, if I use a sword, you will really be overwhelmed."

"I hope you can understand a little bit. We are all family members, and I don't want to hurt you."

Han Ning looked at the smile on Yang Huan's face.

It's not like the kind of hard extrusion.

but from the heart.

At this time, I could only grit my teeth.

He took out one from the ring that was dozens of centimeters taller than her.

A fine looking silver gun.

An Kelan saw that both of them were ready.

Not much to say.

He just nodded slightly and said, "Let's get started."

The voice just fell.

Han Ningxin had already rushed up with a spear in hand.

The spear in his hand is like the dragon of Izumo.

With lightning speed.

He stabbed straight at Yang Huan's face.

Mixed with howling wind and mana.

The shocking Yang Huan's long hair fluttered slightly at this time.

but.

Facing such a fierce offensive.

Yang Huan just nodded slightly.

He opened his mouth and said:
"Not bad, very powerful."

Subsequently.

Gently stand the bitter bamboo in your hand in front of you.

"boom!!!"

Immediately.

Han Ningxin's spear seemed to hit a weight of ten thousand catties.

In an instant, it was bounced away by the bitter bamboo in Yang Huan's hand.

She herself could not withstand such a shock.

Fly upside down and out more than ten meters.

After rolling dozens of times in the air, he stabilized his figure when he was about to land.

Support your body with a spear to prevent your body from losing control.

Yang Huan stood where he was, like a majestic and immovable mountain.

With a blank expression on her face, she gently looked at Han Ningxin who was kneeling on one knee.

Han Ning gritted her teeth and jumped up from the ground.

The hand holding the spear was already trembling with some effort.

But she still gritted her teeth, and stabbed dozens of times at Yang Huan's face in the air.

some of.

The interval between each stabbing is less than half a second.

It can be said to move like lightning.

In this realm, it can already be said to be ridiculously fast.

but.

Yang Huan seemed invincible.

The bitter bamboo in his hand turned into an unbreakable barrier at this time.

In an instant.

Parry all these dozens of spears.

even.

During this time.

Except for his right hand, he didn't make any extra movements.

Later, Yang Huan turned his hand into a backhand.

He patted Han Ningxin lightly with his own hand.

Immediately.

Han Ning's heart seemed to be hit hard.

All the offensives were completely broken.

Unable to control his body, he flew upside down again.

but.

Most of Yang Huan's moves were pushes.

It was not typed out in a serious manner.

Otherwise, this time, Han Ning would vomit some blood.

Clean and neat, one hit kills the enemy.

The fighting skills displayed by Yang Huan.

Even Han Chen was surprised.

Is this really the standard that a cultivator at the innate realm should have?

impossible!

I have seen countless monks myself.

Even monks in the reincarnation realm may not be able to fight like the little girl in front of him.

genius!

Genius without a doubt!
Whether it is realm or fighting skills.

Yang Huan in front of her was someone Han Ning would never be able to pursue in her entire life.

The gap is really too big.

Han Ningxin flew out twice in succession.

at this time.

She held the spear in her hand.

My whole body couldn't stop shaking.

She couldn't figure out why.

Obviously, it was just two brief encounters.

Except for the one push just now.

Yang Huan in front of him was clearly just passively defending.

But why?
His own gun, after these few duels.

Vaguely, she felt it.

The spear in his hand has always been brave and invincible.

Actually, at this very moment, he was screaming at her.

just like.

It is afraid, not knowing what it is afraid of.

However, Han Ningxin can be sure.

It's definitely not because of the pillar in Yang Huan's hand.

His long spear is a ninth-grade spiritual treasure.

It can be regarded as the highest rank under the king-level secret treasure.

But even so, the spear was still screaming.

And the object of the wailing was just a bamboo that looked better?
Han Ningxin would not accept this answer.

and so.

In her heart, she has already decided.

The Yang Huan in front of him is definitely not right.

Not to mention how superb his fighting skills are, his two thunderous attacks were blocked by his seemingly inconspicuous blocking.

Han Ningxin was not able to resist the force transmitted from that bamboo alone.

Is there really a gutter difference between the Xiantian realm and the Acquired realm?

thought here.

Han Ning gritted her teeth unwillingly.

The spear in his hand was like a swimming dragon, constantly walking around her.

From the looks of it, the spear seemed to be a real little dragon, constantly flying around Han Ningxin.

at the same time.

Han Ningxin's aura became more and more terrifying along with the speed of the spear dance.

In such a short period of time, she even crossed several levels, forcibly raising her aura to the peak of the Ninth Layer of the Houtian Realm.

see this scene.

Han Chen felt a little heartbroken and opened his mouth, but he didn't stop it after all.

And Yang Huan.

see this scene.

He frowned slightly.

Not waiting for Han Ningxin to continue to improve her strength.

Stepping like a ghost, he rushed towards Han Ningxin for the first time.

"boom!"

Between swords and swords.

Everyone only saw a confrontation between the bitter bamboo in Yang Huan's hand and the spear in Han Ningxin's hand.

In the next second, the spear fell from Han Ningxin's hand, spun a few times in the air, and suddenly stabbed at the floor beside him.

And Yang Huan.

Just use the tip of the bitter bamboo to gently press against Han Ningxin's chin.

Victory and defeat.