One is richly dressed but his face is pale, and the other is shabby, but he is calm and confident.

Hua Tian didn't care about this money yet, but those gold coins obviously appeared out of thin air, which meant that the other party had a precious space to store items.

Jinyu Street was full of people, and a circle of onlookers soon gathered at the door of Jinyi Pavilion, and the poor boy provoked Young Master Kuo, this is a once-in-a-lifetime big gossip!

What Ip Mantian wants is this effect, the more onlookers the better, he just wants to slap Hua Tian's face in public. Ip Mantian's principle is that we must do whatever it takes to deal with the enemy.

Hua Tian squinted his eyes, his face was cold: "You dare to find Young Master Ben's stubble! Believe it or not, Young Master Ben will ...... immediately"

"Immediately, don't you just kill me or something? Ye Wentian took what Hua Tian wanted to say, and then nodded very seriously: "You are very smart, I am just finding fault, you bite me!"

The crowd of onlookers couldn't hold back and laughed secretly, more people laughed, anyway, the law doesn't blame the public, and Hua Tian can't remember so many people if he wants to retaliate.

"What to bite, where to bite? haha......"

"Of course it's there, I know it with my ass, I'm laughing to death, no, no, no!"

"Laugh at what you laugh at! Whoever dares to laugh again, catch them all!" Hua Tian's subordinates rushed out one after another, pointing at everyone with fierce faces and shouting.

The laughter and discussion of the onlookers fell into Hua Tian's ears word for word, Hua Tian's handsome face was blue, and he waved his hand fiercely: "You group of waste, did Young Master Ben raise you to eat shit? Break this kid's limbs for me, Young Master Ben will dig out his guts with his own hands, and see where he has the courage to dare to provoke Young Master Ben!"

More than a dozen subordinates immediately rolled up their sleeves, revealing their thick arms, and surrounded Ye Wentian with a cruel smile.

"Poor boy, you actually provoked my young master, the gods can't save you when they come! Don't resist obediently, otherwise grandpa, I will break your neck by mistake, don't be wronged!" The biggest leader, sneered, kicked Ye Wentian's lower abdomen.

Even if he didn't have spiritual power, Ye Wentian could clean them up casually, not to mention that at this time, it was already level ten, and his strength and physical body had been strengthened a lot.

The shot was like lightning, and he instantly grabbed the ankle that came at the attack, and the eighth-level typo technique was activated, and the five fingers suddenly made a mistake, and all the bones on the ankle were crushed.

The leader of the family immediately screamed, but this was only the beginning. Ye Wentian's other hand also stretched out, and slashed at the base of his thigh, only to hear the sound of broken bones and tendons, and the entire leg of the head of the family was irregularly twisted.

"Mouth full of feces, whose grandfather are you, huh?" Ye Wentian let go of his legs, concocted his arms in the same way, and then slapped him in the face, with such force that it almost fanned off a layer of flesh.

The leader of the family screamed repeatedly, rolled out a full five meters, and hit the door post, two arms and one leg were strangely twisted and bent, this kind of injury was ironclad, and he never wanted to recover for the rest of his life.

The onlookers suddenly took a breath of cold air, and looked at Ye Wentian with a little more curiosity and fear.

How is it possible for a ten-year-old child to beat a sturdy adult into a handicap, and it is a unilateral overwhelming advantage! How is this possible? Is this a spiritual disciple?

The other family members all showed hesitation, Hua Tian had long known that Ye Wentian's fist and foot skills were good, but whether he had spiritual power or not was absolutely worlds apart, a poor boy without the slightest spiritual power, no matter how powerful he was, could he withstand a group of people beating him?

"What are you afraid of, you guys go together! Whoever dares to retreat, the family law will deal with it!" Hua Tian shouted sharply.

As soon as they heard the disposition of the family law, the faces of all the family members changed greatly, and they all rolled up their sleeves and pounced, it seems that the family law of the city lord's mansion is even more terrible than the miserable appearance of the head of the family.

These family members have actually practiced some fists and feet, and after learning a lesson, they all put away their contempt and went straight to Ip Mantian's vital point.

Ridiculous, Ye Wentian showed a sneer, the eighth-level character trick was activated, the feet were illusory, the feet were mysterious, the eighth-level word trick was launched, the fist was fierce, and the mountain was cracked.

One after another, figures flew out of the besieging battle group and fell on the bluestone pavement, their sternums collapsed, their seven orifices rushing blood, and they struggled in pain.

Ten seconds, no more, no less, exactly ten seconds! All the family members were punched in their hearts. Ye Wentian temporarily collected eight points of strength, otherwise they would definitely be killed on the spot. As for what will happen to them after they go back, it's about him and Ip Man.

How is it possible! Hua Tian showed a look of shock, obviously he had no spiritual power, how could he be so powerful!

In this world where the level of spiritual power is absolute, Ye Wentian's martial arts skills are simply subversive.

"Boss lady, wrap this dress for me, I see that this dress is simply tailor-made for me by Miss Yu'er!" Ye Wentian showed a gentle smile.

In the eyes of the proprietress, this gentle smile is simply the devil's smile, who is this offending today?

The proprietress squatted on the ground, grabbed Hua Tian's hem, and cried for help: "Little master, little master, you save me." ”

Hua Tian kicked away the proprietress in disgust, and the aura surging all over his body, and the cyan aura slowly rose like a flame: "Don't think that you can provoke me if you enter the Ziwu Academy, in this Xikang City, my Hua family is the sky, offended me, do you think you can leave alive? Today I will let you, a turtle, see the power of spiritual power!

The cyan aura rose, and the air flow around Hua Tian began to rotate and twist. With Hua Tian's low roar, his body began to swell, his palms became larger, sharp and sharp claws appeared between his fingers, and a bulge bulged out on his forehead, and then the bulge broke, and a half-foot-long single horn grew out, and a cyan word 'Wang' faintly appeared on his forehead.

It turned out that the guardian martial spirit of the Hua family was a one-horned wind tiger, so it was no wonder that at the auction, Hua Yue would take the Thousand Spirit One-horned Wind Tiger at a high price.

The spirit ring generated by the spirit beast corresponding to the beast martial spirit has the highest compatibility with the martial spirit itself, and the skills generated are also extremely powerful.

"Oh my God, the young city lord has actually cultivated to the tenth level, and he is only ten years old!"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? The One-Horned Wind Tiger is a high-level beast martial spirit, and he was born at least level four! I heard that when the eldest young master Hua Yue awakened, he was born at the sixth level! Hua Yue is now firmly at the top of the sixth grade of the Ziwu Academy, presumably the little young master Hua Tian will not be bad in the future. ”

"Alas, why did this young man provoke Little Master Hua Tian? Isn't this self-defeating?"

There was whispering in the crowd.

The aura is released to form a spiritual flame, and the flame is ten inches high representing the tenth level of spiritual power.

In the face of Huatian Wuling's coercion, Ye Wentian was not afraid.

"It's just spiritual power, don't you think I don't have it?" Ye Wentian took a step forward, and the pale golden spiritual power came out of his body, wrapping his body and rising upward, forming a ten-inch-high spiritual flame.

Ye Wentian, wrapped in the golden spiritual flame, was like a god descending from the earth, dazzling and mighty.