In The Beginning, I Can Overdraw My Life

"Young Master of the Huang family, you can't underestimate my old bones." The old man known as Uncle Ding showed a wrinkled smile.

"Don't worry, your old Uncle Ding has no cultivation at all." Huang Jiadong patted the table and motioned for Huang Qingyuan to sit down.

"You are a group of people, no matter who you are, you can use any method. As long as you can beat Old Uncle Ding in a duel, Huang Qingyuan will be at your disposal. If he wants to leave, I will never stop him. One chance for each person." Huang Jiadong said nonchalantly.

"Really? Dad, a person of such great dignity like you shouldn't lie, right?" Huang Qingyuan asked with a suspicious look on his face.

"Don't worry, when did your dad cheat on you?" Tang Xuexun and Huang Jiadong looked at each other and smiled.

"Okay! Dad, I promise you. Come on, Old Uncle Ding, I won't show mercy!" Huang Qingyuan took out a wooden stool and sat on it, and all the strength in his body exploded instantly.

"Be merciful? Hey, there's no need for that thing. Just break up with me seriously."

The hands of both sides are on the wooden table, this is mine, and they hold each other tightly.

"Since you are so determined to fight, come on!" Huang Jiadong reached out and slapped the table.

Huang Qingyuan immediately exerted his strength.

"How can an old man with no cultivation level compete with a yellow-ranked person in a simple competition of strength?" Kong Yu muttered when he realized something was wrong.

"How is that possible?" Huang Qingyuan tried his best, but couldn't even move his calloused hand even half an inch.

While Huang Qingyuan was still surprised, a burst of hot air spurted out of his hand.

"Hot, hot, hot, hot!" Huang Qingyuan couldn't help but let go of his hand.

"Hmph, is this the only level? Going out like this will only cause trouble for others." Huang Jiadong looked at Huang Qingyuan who let go of his hand and cursed angrily.

"Tch! Damn it! Do it again!" Huang Qingyuan grabbed Old Man Ding's hand again. At this time, a thin energy shield on his body protected his hand.

"ha!"

A blast of fresh air hit the old man, but the old man still sat there as steady as a rock.

Five minutes later, Huang Qingyuan was sweating profusely.

"How is it?" Bai Sheng asked quickly as he handed over a bottle of water.

"It's strange. He seems to have a furnace covering his whole body. Even my bare hands can't hit the furnace running inside his body." Huang Qingyuan looked curiously at Old Man Ding who was sitting there without even a drop of sweat.

"I'll do it." Bai Sheng pushed Huang Qingyuan away, rolled up his sleeves and sat on the bench.

"But..." Huang Qingyuan wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Qin Han.

"Didn't you say that we are in this together? In that case, let us help you." Qin Han pushed his wheelchair in front of Huang Qingyuan.

"Oh? There's a new boy. Come on then." Old Dingtou looked at the new Bai Sheng in front of him nonchalantly.

"Please enlighten me." Baisheng held Old Dingtou's hand, and purple energy began to spread from his body. Then the purple energy slowly condensed on his right hand, and finally formed a purple giant hand, and then the purple giant hand slowly Compressed, tightly attached to the right hand.

"Good boy, is this demonic energy on your body? I haven't seen it in many years, but you are too bad. Although the concentration is far higher than that of people of the same level who once had demonic energy, the cultivation level is still too low."

The two sides began to fight, and Bai Sheng obviously used all his strength from the beginning, but he still couldn't defeat the opponent. And the demonic energy in his body began to disintegrate for some unknown reason.

Then Bai Sheng let go of his hand and looked at Huang Qingyuan with a very apologetic look.

"Sorry, I can't beat him."

"Hi, little brother. It's okay, I don't blame you." Huang Qingyuan patted Bai Sheng.

"Then let me do it." Qin Han saw the two of them defeated one after another and pushed the wheelchair to the stone table.

"Little baby, you saw this just now. You are injured. I suggest you go down." Old Dingtou looked at Qin Han who was injured and in a wheelchair and waved his hands, unwilling to argue with Qin Han.

"Come on, the minor injury is fine." Qin Han shrugged indifferently, put his hands on the table, and waited for Old Dingtou.

"You little kid who doesn't know the heights of the world, I'll accompany you." Old Dingtou had just put his hand up.

Qin Han's eyes flashed with a trace of cruelty. In the fight between Huang Qingyuan and Bai Sheng just now, Qin Han was sure that the opponent must have some extraordinary means. Since Bai Sheng was defeated, there was basically no way to win safely. If you want to win, you can only fight for that moment!

Qin Han's pupils were surrounded by blood red, and the second stage of Seven Kills was fully opened! ! !

Facts have proved that Qin and Han's methods did work. The balance of victory quickly tilted towards Qin and Han, and then stopped at the last line. Then the balance gradually became balanced.

Qin Han felt the burning pain in his hands, and finally had no choice but to give up the Seven Kills and activate the Life Technique to resist.

It's a pity that they were defeated in the end.

"What should I do?" Shen Jiajia looked at this almost desperate situation worriedly.

"I have a way. Find a place where no one is around, and I'll tell you." Yu's voice came, making Qin Han suddenly feel anxious.

"I'm going to the toilet and thinking about countermeasures. You must not compare with him." Qin Han took out his mobile phone and edited a text and sent it to several people.

"Uncle Huang, do you have a bathroom here?" Qin Han raised his head and asked after typing.

"Yes, where is it? Do you need me to take you there?"

"No, thank you, Uncle Huang." Qin Han nodded in thanks.

When they reached a quiet place, Qin Han asked quickly.

"What's going on with that old man? His methods are too weird, and his cultivation level can't be seen at all!"

"Don't worry, let me give you some popular science first. In this world, besides capable people and strangers, there are different cultivation systems.

For example, famous executioners in ancient times, after beheading many people, the evil spirits in their bodies gradually condensed, allowing them to cultivate ghost bodies while they were still alive.

And there is another kind of thinking. The so-called belief is thinking, and resentment is also thinking. Since ancient times, some people who are full of resentment or unresolved obsessions will place their thoughts on some important items during their lifetime. Such items are also called foreign objects. "Yu said slowly.

"And the old man's teachings just now are absolutely authentic, because the stove weapons on his body can be condensed into shapes. I tell you that ordinary methods are useless against such people, because the energy in them does not hurt people, but only Refining the body." Yu was full of praise for the old man Ding.

"You can't even do anything about it? No, then why did you call me here?"

"Don't be impatient. Listen to me. There are 369 levels of Qi in cultivation. Do you know why the emperors in ancient times were not afraid of capable people and strangers overthrowing their rule? Because they are respected and worshiped by everyone in the world. As long as the people's hearts are not broken, , they have the aura of the emperor in them, and this aura of the emperor is the nemesis of the aura of all living beings in the world."

"Where can I find someone with the aura of an emperor? Wait...you mean..."

"Yes, Ozawa has the destiny of an emperor in his body. Although it cannot be used to improve his strength, it is more than enough to disperse the energy."