Chapter 294 What is crushing? What is an ant? This is it!

"Huh?"

Such doubts echoed in Han Zikun's mind.

Han Zikun was a little bit unbelievable that the rain blade he had just swung at Ye Wutian could hardly hurt Ye Wutian at all.

"How could this be?"

Han Zikun said from his wrist.

Although he said so, there was not much shock in his tone.

Obviously, this was his recognition of his own strength.

He has lived for nearly a hundred years.

Although he only broke through the shackles of Tiandan at the age of twenty-three, he was enough to look down on the heroes!

After the age of twenty-three...

Han Zikun did not stop like Han Bugang.

On the contrary, he made rapid progress!

When he was forty years old, he reached the realm of three dans gathered at the top!

How many warriors in this world can do this?

In this way, even according to Han Bugang's statement, Ye Wutan has already broken through the shackles of Tiandan.

But in Han Zikun's view,

Ye Wutan is just so-so.

At the moment, there is only one thing that puzzles him.

Before, I heard from his subordinates that Ye Wutan had lowered his cultivation level in order to save the forty-nine babies who were abducted by Huiguang!

Under this premise...

Ye Wutan's strength should have at least dropped to half-step Tiandan!

And if Ye Wutan only has the cultivation level of half-step Tiandan...

then, he would not be able to remain intact after being attacked by himself!

Thinking of this, Han Zikun frowned, looked at Ye Wutan without blinking, and asked again.

"How did you do it?"

Ye Wutian looked down at Han Zikun and snorted.

"Actually, I admire you. You are as weak as a weed, but sitting here, you are like a towering tree!"

Han Zikun also laughed out loud.

"You don't think that because I didn't hurt you with that little trick I just tried, I look weak, right?"

"I'm just wondering, didn't you sacrifice your cultivation to save people? But now, why doesn't your cultivation seem to have declined?"

Ye Wutian was too lazy to talk nonsense with Han Zikun.

He walked to Han Zikun's front like a leisurely stroll and stretched out his hand to grab Han Zikun's neck.

Ye Wutian's hard work was neither slow nor fast.

Han Zikun frowned and was about to punch Ye Wutian with his backhand.

But the punch he threw at Ye Wutan was just like a baby punching an adult.

It hit him.

But...

how much would it hurt?

As Han Zikun's punch landed, Ye Wutan's hand also grabbed Han Zikun's neck.

It was not seen how much force Ye Wutan used, as if he just squeezed lightly.

Han Zikun's neck suddenly became thinner.

It was like a cylindrical sponge was suddenly grasped by a big hand.

This is the situation. This

is what it means.

Han Zikun's neck was held in the palm of Ye Wutan's hand.

Han Zikun's face.

Suddenly, it was purple and black...

His eyeballs bulged out of his eye sockets.

There was no panic or extreme terror in Han Zikun's eyes when he looked at Ye Wutan.

It was just that his eyeballs bulged out of his eye sockets.

Even if Han Zikun wanted to show some expression...

he couldn't.

He didn't have that ability.

At this time, Ye Wutan looked at Han Zikun and said calmly.

"I haven't used any strength yet."

Han Zikun couldn't even breathe.

Now, Han Zikun had only one feeling, no matter how fast his heartbeat accelerated, blood couldn't be supplied to his brain!

Ye Wutan casually let go of Han Zikun's neck.

It's not that he was soft-hearted.

Because Ye Wutan just held Han Zikun's neck casually, and he looked like he was going to die.

In this case, how can Han Zikun still speak?

As Ye Wutan released Han Zikun's neck, Han Zikun fell to the ground in a daze.

His power is still there.

But he dare not use it.

Han Zikun's face is still purple and black.

He kneels on the ground and breathes heavily regardless of everything.

It's good to be alive.

At this time, Ye Wutan has sat down on the stone bench.

Shen Ruoqing, who is standing not far away,

is stunned.

She never thought

that her husband can be so powerful now.

Ye Wutan glanced at Shen Ruoqing.

"Go and get a bowl of noodles. It's ok."

Shen Ruoqing came back to her senses and turned to the kitchen.

Under the canopy, only Ye Wutan and Han Zikun were left.

The rain was still falling.

There were lightning flashes in the sky.

In the past, Ye Wutian was somewhat afraid of thunder.

He was worried that he would be struck by lightning

and his body would not be able to bear it.

So he kept using secret methods to hide his cultivation.

Not letting the heaven know.

Now...

even thunder and lightning will go around Ye Wutian. Although

Ye Wutian was sitting on a stone bench, he still looked down at Han Zikun who was kneeling on the ground.

Finally, Han Zikun slowly came over.

However...

Han Zikun did not get up from the ground, but knelt at Ye Wutian's feet, not daring to look up at Ye Wutian again.

Ye Wutian slowly spoke.

"I thought there was a difference between you and ants, but now it seems that there is no difference between you and ants."

"I usually walk around ants, not because I'm worried about stepping on them to death, but because I'm afraid of blocking the ants' light."

"After all, ordinary ants don't hurt people."

"But you are different from those ants. You look like a human and can hurt people!"

"If I pinch you to death, I'm afraid my hands will be dirty, and this yard will be dirty. If I don't pinch you to death, I won't be able to avenge my little sister!"

"It's just right. You understand human nature. Give me some ideas. What should I do about this?"

When Ye Wutian said this, his tone was like he was discussing something with someone. But to Han Zikun's ears, it sounded like a Yanluo talking to himself in front of him.

It was as if a Yanluo was discussing with an ant which level of hell to send it to.

But the problem is...

no matter which level of hell it is, this ant doesn't even have the qualifications to enter!

In the past, Han Zikun was the assistant teacher of Han Ziqi, the patriarch of the ancient Han clan.

Until now, this identity has not changed.

When Han Ziqi usually fights with Han Zikun, Han Zikun can deal with about a hundred moves.

Han Ziqi can beat Han Zikun to death.

Han Zikun can injure Han Ziqi.

Now it seems that in front of Ye Wutian, they are all like ants.

Even if an ant can speak human language, but after its skull touches the reverse scale of a Yanluo, does it dare to speak human language?

No.

At this moment, Han Zikun's body was trembling.

Dare not speak.

Dare not think.

Even dare not breathe.

Afraid.

Seeing that Han Zikun didn't even dare to speak, Ye Wutian reminded him lightly.

"I'm asking you a question."

"Help me think about how I should ignore you."