After Huang Junfeng finished speaking, he spread his legs and pointed at his crotch.
At the same time, he also said sarcastically: "I have given you face, and usually others can't get into my crotch if they want to."
"You are taking advantage today! Ha! Haha! "
The group of dandy kids around them are very optimistic about Huang Junfeng. After all, Huang Junfeng can become the leader of their group of aristocratic families, so he certainly has the ability.
What's more, they all have status and backgrounds, although they just watch the excitement and don't mind it.
So this group of children from aristocratic families mocked Zhao Han again.
"Zhao Han, so you are waiting here? Do you just want to get under Mr. Huang's crotch? Hahaha."
"Then you are getting a big deal. ! Not even a dog has the qualifications to get into Mr. Huang’s crotch. If you do it today, you are indeed better than a dog!”
“Since you want to get into Mr. Huang’s crotch so much, you have to. I said you should just stop fighting. If you hurt yourself, you won’t have the energy to fight anymore.” This one comes out.”
"Zhao Han, I advise you to just give up. When the time comes, don't go crying to the second prince again if your appearance is ruined!"
Although these children of the aristocratic family also think that Zhao Han is very good and can be admitted to Tianling Academy The chief disciple, it proves that he is not weak in talent in cultivation.
Furthermore, the fact that Zhao Han, a student from a poor family, was able to reach this far with his talent in cultivation really proves that he has the ability and strength.
Unfortunately, he lost from the beginning.
The children of these aristocratic families all shook their heads, not optimistic about Zhao Han at all.
When it comes to winning or losing in a fight, strength is one aspect, but the most important thing when it comes to getting around is weapons and techniques.
Why is it said that it is difficult for a poor family to produce a master?
Because their more than ten years of hard training may not be as good as a magic weapon bought casually by the children of aristocratic families.
When you go out and meet an enemy, all he needs is a magic weapon, and these poor students have no power to compete with him.
The same principle applies to the current challenge.
Although Zhao Han's cultivation is at the ninth level of the Wheel and Sea, it is two small realms higher than Huang Junfeng's seventh level.
But Zhao Han's weapon is just a sandalwood sword. In the final analysis, this thing is a weapon that everyone in the academy has, and it is barely enough for daily competition.
But if it is really a challenge, it is equivalent to being defenseless.
Especially the weapon in Huang Junfeng's hand, the Kunlun Sword, which is a magic weapon passed down by the masters of the Huang family's ancestors.
As long as the owner of the Kunlun Sword is strong enough, the Kunlun Sword can defend itself against the enemy.
The difference between the two is like the difference between the bright moon and the mud.
The royal unique technique practiced by Huang Junfeng and the hand of the sun, a family secret, are not comparable to the Pingshui Sword Technique practiced by Zhao Han.
Just looking at what the two of them have mastered, it is equivalent to a baby challenging an adult. There is no comparison at all.
In this challenge, the children of the aristocratic family all thought that Zhao Han would lose.
Now they all look relaxed, waiting to see Zhao Han, the chief disciple, make fun of Huang Junfeng's crotch.
And listening to the cynicism of this group of children from aristocratic families, Zhao Han felt even more angry.
He couldn't help but clenched the sandalwood sword in his hand, and his eyes became even sharper.
At this moment, he was thinking that he would make Huang Junfeng, a playboy, suffer some hardships in the ring later.
Otherwise, today’s matter will not be resolved!
Since Zhao Han is here today, he must resolve this matter.
After all, he always wanted to show the second prince his abilities.
If he wants to gain greater power and status, then he must hug the second prince's thigh tightly. However, at this time, Zhao Han was still very aware of the gap in weapons and skills between himself and Huang Junfeng.
As a disciple from a poor family, he did not have the money to buy better weapons, nor did he have the status to hire a mentor to give him special guidance.
So, even if his cultivation level has improved, there is no guarantee that he will be able to defeat Huang Junfeng in competition.
Moreover, these children from aristocratic families may seem like playboys, but in fact, their cultivation talents are no worse than mine.
After all, the creation of aristocratic families involved the participation of masters, or perhaps it was the masters who founded their respective aristocratic families.
Their bloodline originally had strong talents, and they were passed down from generation to generation.
These children of aristocratic families just have no intention of cultivating.
Otherwise, students from poor families would have no chance of defeating these children from aristocratic families.
Even if these children from aristocratic families do nothing or learn nothing, they can already have a very bright future.
But students from poor families are different. They only have the option of studying and cultivating. If they fail, their lives will be almost over.
When he thought of this, Zhao Han exhaled again.
The anger in his heart dissipated a lot, and now he had more fighting spirit.
Challenging him this time is not just to help poor students.
Similarly, he also wants to stabilize his Taoist heart!
It was not that Zhao Han had never been bullied by the children of these aristocratic families, but he buried the seeds of hatred in his heart and gradually stopped paying attention to them.
But he knew that even if he gained power and status in the future, his inner demons would still be hard to get rid of.
Today is the day to stabilize my Taoist heart, and it is also the day to slay my inner demons!
Zhao Han thought secretly.
The news that Zhao Han was going to challenge Huang Junfeng spread quickly in the college, and more and more students from aristocratic families and poor families rushed over.
They all want to witness this shocking battle.
However, as more and more people gathered around, the place was already completely surrounded, and the enemies were extremely jealous when they met.
As soon as these students from poor families and children from aristocratic families met, they started a war of words.
"Damn! Can you poor students, please stay away? You all have a stench all over your body, and I feel sick staying with you."
"That's right, get over there quickly. Is this where you stay?"
"You have the nerve to come out in rags and embarrass yourself. If I were your father, I would beat you up long ago. Go back.”
The poor students are also dissatisfied.
“Who are you scolding? You are the one who smells like copper, it’s so stinky!”
“How dare you blame us? Aren’t all the silks and satins on your bodies from us? Was it taken from the poor? ”
"You really have no brains. You have the nerve to say that we are poor. If it weren't for you morons, how could we be like this?"
"The Great Zhou Dynasty became what it is today because of aristocratic families like you. It looks like this!"
A young man from an aristocratic family was so defensive that he immediately rolled up his sleeves: "Damn it! If you dare, say something again, let's practice!"
"Come on! Yeah, who's afraid of who?"
But the two people didn't fight in the end, because the news had already spread, and the teachers from Tianling Academy also rushed over. (End of chapter)