Heaven-defying Skills

Han Fengxue walked out of the auction house in a good mood.

"Hmm?" Han Fengxue smiled and thought, "The fish has taken the bait." At the same time, he slowed down his pace.

Not far behind Han Fengxue, a tall and thin figure hid in the dark, staring at Han Fengxue's back like a hungry wolf.

Han Fengxue didn't walk for long and came to a corner. Two figures appeared in front of him, looking at Han Fengxue with a sneer.

"Why, the son of Earl Zhang, Master Zhang Ye, are you here to rob again?" Han Fengxue raised his eyebrows.

"Well, how do you know my identity?" Zhang Ye asked in confusion.

"Master Zhang is really a forgetful man. Four years ago, you wanted to rob me of a book of knight's skills."

Zhang Ye narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Fengxue carefully, then laughed: "Haha, there is a way to heaven but you don't take it. I didn't expect that you would come to my door. Give me the Holy Light Gun and the knight's skills from last time."

The thin and tall man beside him also said: "You ran away last time. Let's see if you have the same luck this time."

"Are you so sure that you can beat me?" Han Fengxue smiled lazily with a harmless look.

As if he thought of something, the thin and tall man's face changed, but then he recovered and said: "Then let me see how much you have improved in the past four years."

"You will know soon." After saying that, Han Fengxue had disappeared from the spot.

The thin and tall man's eyes condensed, and in the blink of an eye, Han Fengxue had come to him. The palm shadows in the sky were erratic, like fallen leaves in the wind, swaying constantly, and it was impossible to judge its direction at all.

"Let me show you my Autumn Wind Falling Leaves Palm first." After saying this, the chaotic palm shadows had all fallen on the thin and tall man, and even Han Fengxue himself didn't know how many palms he had thrown.

Floating back to the original place, Zhang Ye stood there in a daze. He couldn't see what was happening at all. Looking at the thin and tall man who was motionless beside him, Zhang Ye called out: "Senior Ren."

The thin and tall man had a horrified expression all the time. Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhang Ye reached out and touched him lightly.

"Bang," the thin and tall man fell straight down, splashing a cloud of dust.

"Ah, you killed him." Zhang Ye looked at Han Fengxue in horror, and his steps trembled as he retreated.

"Master Zhang, the young master of Earl Zhang, don't you want the skills and the Holy Light Gun? Why are you retreating?" Han Fengxue looked at the trembling Zhang Ye and laughed teasingly.

"No, I don't want it anymore. Please don't kill me." His voice was trembling. Without support, Zhang Ye was like a helpless lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Han Fengxue walked towards Zhang Ye step by step. Every time he took a step forward, Zhang Ye's heartbeat quickened. He kept backing away until he retreated to the corner.

"Puff," he kicked Zhang Ye's dantian and crippled him. Han Fengxue turned around and said, "I want a scum like you. Killing you dirty my hands. I crippled you so that you won't do evil in the future."

Zhang Ye's venomous eyes flashed with murderous light. He stared coldly at Han Fengxue's departing back, and even forgot the pain of his dantian being destroyed. As the third son of his father and the least valued son, Zhang Hao never really cared about him, otherwise he would not have used his father's name to bully others, because he could not get good skills and good weapons in the family. The only master who protected him was his mother's guard, but he was ruthlessly killed by Han Fengxue. Moreover, his only hope was to become a powerful knight and prove to his father that he was not weaker than his elder and second brothers. However, Han Fengxue's heavy kick not only broke his Dantian, but also shattered his dream and everything he had.

"I swear, I will make you regret it."

This matter did not cause much ripples in Han Fengxue's heart. The reason why he did not kill Zhang Ye was that Zhang Ye was a waste in Han Fengxue's eyes, and the other reason was that he seemed to have killed several powerful children recently, and he himself doubted whether he would be addicted to killing. But his momentary kindness almost brought him a lifetime of guilt.

Han Fengxue returned to the academy and took out the Holy Light Gun. A trace of cold air entered his palm. Han Fengxue began to practice the Moonlight Gun Skill. According to the secret book, Han Fengxue practiced over and over again. At the beginning, he felt very uncomfortable, but he still stabbed with one gun after another, and slowly, he gradually became a little decent.

A month later, Han Fengxue's spear was extremely sharp, unstoppable, and the angle was very tricky, making it hard to defend. Every spear was accompanied by a sonic boom.

Two months later, Han Fengxue's spearmanship was different from a month ago. Every shot was silent, without the previous unstoppable momentum. In addition to the tricky angle, it was also unusually elegant. It looked like a fancy spearmanship for performance, not a spearmanship for killing. This is the characteristic of the moonlight spearmanship, as cold and elegant as the moonlight.

"Finally succeeded." Han Fengxue exhaled a long breath. After two months of desperately practicing spearmanship, he even relaxed a little in other aspects, and finally mastered the moonlight spearmanship.

"Go back and take a shower and rest." Han Fengxue said as he walked towards the dormitory.

When he came to the dormitory building, he saw a young woman wandering anxiously downstairs. Han Fengxue knew this young woman. Her name was He Li, Cangyue's roommate. Han Fengxue and she were quite familiar.

"He Li, what are you doing?" Han Fengxue walked up and asked.

"Xuefeng, you are here. I have been waiting for you for a long time. Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue is missing." He Li said worriedly.

Han Fengxue's heart tightened and asked, "Tell me more details."

"Xiaoyue and I have been together for four years. In the past, she would at most say hello to me when she went out to play with you. She never stayed out overnight when she went out for other things. After she went out yesterday afternoon, she didn't come back. We looked everywhere but couldn't find her."

After hearing what He Li said, Han Fengxue's face turned pale, and he said, "Go back and help look for her. I'll find another way." After that, he immediately ran to the dormitory.

"Yunxing, Yunxing," Han Fengxue shouted as he walked.

"What's the matter?" The three people asked hurriedly when they saw Han Fengxue rushing into the dormitory anxiously.

"Xiaoyue is missing, Yunxing, I know you are unusual, I hope you can help me check." Han Fengxue said solemnly.

Hearing Han Fengxue's words, the three people's faces changed. They often contact Cangyue, and like Han Fengxue, they also regard Cangyue as a little sister.

"Okay, I'll go now, you wait here for me, don't worry." After that, Ao Yunxing ran out quickly.

Han Fengxue paced back and forth in the dormitory, his heart could not calm down. In his heart, Cangyue was his biological sister, and the relationship between him and Cangyue was absolutely irreplaceable.

"Brother, don't worry, Xiaoyue, such a good girl, must be fine." Leng Wuya comforted.

"I hope so."

An hour later, Ao Yunxing came back in a hurry, and Han Fengxue hurried forward and asked: "How is it, is there any news?"

Ao Yunxing nodded and said: "Well, Xiaoyue should have been captured by Zhang Hao, Earl Zhang's people, Xuefeng, do you have a grudge against him?"

After a little thought, Han Fengxue immediately understood, "Asshole," Han Fengxue roared and rushed out. If Cangyue had anything to do with him, Han Fengxue would never forgive himself, because Cangyue must have been captured by Zhang Ye to avenge him, and he really regretted not killing Zhang Ye directly at that time.