The fist sank into the ground with his wrists. With this as the center, dense cracks spread around like spider webs, reaching two or three feet in a square meter.

Zhao Han knelt on one knee, pressed his left hand on his knee, and his back was like a tense bow. He raised his head, looked at a sturdy figure three feet away in front of him, and spit out three words from his teeth.

"Uncle Jiu, okay!"

This man is about thirty years old, with leopard eyes and whiskers. Although it was the cold winter month, he only had a one-shoulder short stroke, with most of his body exposed, revealing his plump and strong pectoral muscles. His bronze skin exudes a metallic luster and his body is full of toughness.

Zhao Shengshui, ranked ninth, is known as Zhao Jiuye, and is in charge of the Shengling Academy. He is responsible for the daily practice and advanced assessment of all children below the fifth level of foundation building in Zhao.

In his hand, he was holding Zhao Jie who was almost crippled by Zhao Han. At this time, the thirteen-year-old boy had fallen into a coma, and a look of weakness appeared on his face.

If Zhao Shengshui hadn't suddenly appeared and attacked in time, Zhao Jie's head would have probably been broken into pieces of flesh and blood at this moment.

Zhao Shengshui Leopard glared at him and shouted at Zhao Han: "Zhao Han, how could you be so cruel to Xiaojie? If I hadn't taken action, he would have died under your fist. You brothers, how could you be so cruel?!"

Zhao Han pulled out his fist, stood up slowly, and said indifferently: "Uncle Jiu, do you understand what happened to the whole thing?"

Zhao Shengshui frowned and said in a deep voice: "I heard that you two brothers fought, so I rushed over and saw you being ruthless against Xiaojie. As for the specific process of the matter, I don't know. But no matter what, it is absolutely wrong for you to be so ruthless against Xiaojie!"

Zhao Han had a expressionless face and pointed at Zhao Jie who was unconscious in Zhao Shengshui's arms and said, "As for this reason, Zhao Jie attacked me twice, almost breaking my mysterious orifice. According to family law, how should I punish me?"

"What? Impossible!" Zhao Shengshui exclaimed, then shook his head, and said, "Xiaojie was the one I grew up watching. She is the most mediocre and humble. It is impossible to do such a cruel thing. Besides, this is your one-sided statement, and there is no evidence. But I witnessed your ruthlessness with my own eyes. The evidence is conclusive and cannot be quibble."

When Zhao Han heard this, he smiled faintly, his eyelids drooped, and said quietly: "So, Uncle Jiu, what are you going to do with this matter?"

Zhao Shengshui glared at her eyes and snorted: "You are brothers, but you have caused trouble. You must deal with it seriously. Follow me to the prison hall and leave it to the prison hall for disposal."

Zhao Shengxiong, the head of the Zhao family's Zhengtang Hall, ranks fourth, known as Zhao Siye, has two sons, the eldest son Zhao Zhan, and is seventeen years old. Two years ago, he successfully joined Minghong Academy to practice with the Minghong Jin Ling handed over to the clan by Zhao Shengya. Now he is a new martial artist at the fourth level.

The youngest son Zhao Jie has reached the seventh level of foundation building at the age of thirteen, and his qualifications have even surpassed his brother Zhao Zhan, and he is deeply loved by the Fourth Master.

"The fourth uncle is the head of the Zhengtang Hall. This matter involves Zhao Jie, and it will be inappropriate to hand it over to the Zhengtang to deal with it." Zhao Han shook his head and saw that Zhao Shengshui was unhappy, and then said, "Why don't we go to the ancestral hall and ask all the clans to judge. I think with the wisdom of all clans, you should not be deceived and wrongly judged."

When Zhao Shengshui heard this, his eyes twitched and hesitated: "This is not right..."

Seeing this, Zhao Han smiled coldly and said, "What's wrong with it? My father's funeral has not been held yet. He is still named the head of the Zhao family. Zhao Jie is the son of the next head. This matter involves two heads of the family, and a mere punishment hall. I'm afraid I'm not qualified to deal with this matter. In the end, I have to trouble all the clan elders."

"This..." Zhao Shengshui stumbled several times, but could not find a reason to refute. Finally, Leopard glared and snorted, "After all, you are brothers. It's not good to have a big deal. Forget it this time, let's stop here."

After saying that, he hugged Zhao Jie and left quickly without waiting for Zhao Han to respond. The few ups and downs disappeared, leaving Zhao Han alone standing there, pursing his lower lip, looking indifferently, and looking deep in the distance.

...

Zhao's Punishment Hall, in a low-key and luxurious house in the backyard.

Zhao Jie had already woken up. He was bandaged into a big rice dumpling and lay on the bed, so painful that he was pumping the air conditioner, his eyes full of resentment.

Next to his bed was a middle-aged man about 40 years old, with a blue face and a cold look. He was wearing a black robe and was reaching out to tuck the cushion for Zhao Jie.

Zhao Jie snorted twice in pain, turned his head, and said angrily: "Dad, I must die from Zhao Han!"

With a crisp sound, the room suddenly became quiet. Zhao Jie looked at his father in amazement, his cheeks quickly became red and swollen, and his eyes were full of at a loss.

"I have repeatedly reminded you to be low-key in the past period of time and not to cause any trouble. When I inherit the position of head of the family and have the power, the Minghong Jinling will be yours sooner or later. Why are you so angry?"

Zhao Shengxiong glanced coldly over his young son who looked pitiful and said with a grudge, "I like to cause trouble, but I don't have the ability to cause trouble. My cultivation level at the peak of the seventh level of foundation building was actually beaten by a waste material of the sixth level of foundation building and almost couldn't take care of himself. If it weren't for your Ninth Uncle, you would have died."

"And you forced the Spirit Cone Technique and your soul was damaged. If I hadn't had half a bottle of chalcedony fluid on my hand, you wouldn't have made any progress in your cultivation within half a year!"

"Dad, it's not that I can't do it, but that Zhao Han has a secret treasure on his body that can resist the attack of spiritual arts. The spiritual cone technique I had activated was actually carried down by him. If it weren't for the protection of that secret treasure, his mysterious orifice would have been destroyed by me!"

"This must be a good thing left to him by the third uncle of the dead ghost. Dad, you must take over the secret treasure and Minghong Jinling."

Zhao Jie thought about the whole process carefully and found out what was wrong. He couldn't help but scream, his eyes full of greed.

"Patient." Zhao Shengxiong's eyes flashed and he responded faintly, with a powerful aura in his tone, and said, "It should be ours, and he can't escape any of them."

Zhao Jie opened his mouth, his eyes full of reluctance: "But... I was beaten so badly, can I just let it go?"

"You should first recover your injury, and then try to realize your fate within half a year, otherwise you will not be able to use it even if you give it to Minghong Jinling. As for other matters, write it down for now, and then settle it with him along with principal and interest."

...

In the yard, Zhao Han changed out of the clothes that had been dirty during the previous battle, picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip of it gently, with a calm expression without any impatience.

Beside him, Su Su walked around, jumping up in a hurry, her face filled with worry, her eyes filled with at a loss, and her mouth kept mumbling.

"What should I do? What should I do? I almost beat Zhao Jie to death!"

"The Fourth Master will not let you go!"

"Young Master, let's run away now. Maybe the person who came to capture us is already on the way."

Zhao Han twisted his neck, a smile appeared on his face, and comforted him: "Don't worry, it's not as serious as you think. Zhao Jie was taking it upon himself. He attacked me first and was injured by me counterattack. He was self-defense. He deserved to be beaten."

"But... I just saw Master Jiu through the crack in the door. Didn't he say he wanted to arrest you to the punishment hall? But later you said he was withdrawing. Maybe he was using a delaying strategy!"

"The Fourth Master loves Zhao Jie the most. If you beat him like this now, he will never give up."

Su Su's face was full of fear, she reached out to hold Zhao Jie's arm, and said sadly, "Young Master, the Fourth Master is too powerful, why don't we escape first, so let's leave the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood. When you have achieved success in your cultivation, we will come back to seek justice."

"I said it's okay, at least it's okay for a short period of time." Zhao Han patted his head, then reached out and touched her hair, and said, "Uncle Fourth is looking forward to sitting in that position now, and he doesn't want to make trouble for the moment, so he won't do anything to us during this period."

"As for the future, the generals will block the water and soil. The ship will naturally be straight when it reaches the bridge. Don't think too much."

"Young Master..."

"Just put your heart back to your original place and serve me." Zhao Han got up, walked out of the house, and said as he walked, "I have been delayed a lot of time before. I have to go to the Medicine Pavilion and get some spiritual elixirs back. You can wait for me at home and don't think too much."

"Young Master." Su Su stood leaning against the door and called out to Zhao Han who was taking a step, and wanted to speak but stopped.

"What?" Zhao Han turned around and raised his eyebrows, "Worrying that I will cause trouble? Don't worry, if things cannot be done, I will not show off."

"You... be careful, now it is different from the past. If you can tolerate it, you will endure it. If you can't, you will come back."

Su Su breathed a sigh of relief and repeatedly reminded her. If it were Zhao Han in the past, she would not be worried, but since he woke up yesterday, she seemed to have changed her own person, much more powerful and domineering. Even Zhao Jie, the fourth master's favorite, was almost crippled by him. With his personality, if he had a conflict with others in the Yao Pavilion, he was surrounded by many guards, and then was taken advantage of by someone who was interested in taking advantage of the situation, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Sure enough, even the experience of me, the so-called eldest young master, is like this, let alone Su Su. I think she has been treated worse than me in the past few days, right?"

Zhao Han walked on the road to the Medicine Pavilion, with a calm expression. The servants and maids who were passing by said he hurriedly when they saw him, and left in a hurry, as if they would get an emergency disease after staying with him for a while.

Along the way, all kinds of ridiculous, sarcastic, sympathetic, and gloating eyes were scratching him like a knife. Some servants who were consciously supported were even more arrogant and didn't even say hello. They even laughed out loud when he passed by, and their intentions were self-evident.

"I guess they don't know that I almost crippled Zhao Jie, otherwise they wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous. However, these miscellaneous fish are not worth worrying about. Now I have to hurry up the last five months and work hard to improve my cultivation to the ninth level of foundation building."

Zhao Han's expression remained unchanged. He ignored the mixed fish that were coming and going, and Shi Shiran came to the Medicine Pavilion.
Chapter completed!