Seeing this, the people present couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Even the warriors in the Ninth Heaven Realm could not touch the short sword. The evil spirit of the short sword was indeed extraordinary.

"Let me give it a try!" A loud voice sounded, and Sun Heng jumped down from the VIP private room and walked down the auction table.

In a moment, Sun Heng came to the auction table.

"Head of Sun Heng, please." Qi Ying said lightly.

Sun Heng looked at the blood-red short sword in front of him and frowned. He could also feel the evil aura emitted from the surface of the short sword, but he was a strong man from the ninth level of the black iron warrior. The Yuanli can be released to form a Yuanli shield, so he can naturally not be affected by this evil aura.

"This short sword is full of evil spirits, and it is indeed a bit weird. I won't try it anymore!" Sun Heng said, and returned to the VIP private room directly.

Zhao Hu looked at the short sword, and a trace of heat flashed in his eyes, because the short sword was filled with huge blood. If he could absorb the blood in the short sword, his strength would increase sharply.

"I'll try it!" Zhao Hu shouted and walked slowly towards the auction table.

Zhao Hu's voice was neither light nor heavy, but it contained strong confidence, which made everyone present look at Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu stretched out his right hand and slowly approached the dagger. The blood magic power in his body was circulating. The blood-red evil spirit on the dagger immediately poured into Zhao Hu's body from Zhao Hu's right hand and was absorbed by Zhao Hu's blood magic power.

"I want this dagger!" Zhao Hu held the dagger in his hand and said loudly.

In the auction venue, I looked at this scene in surprise. Even Sun Heng could not do anything to the short sword. This person must be a powerful person in the bronze realm.

Who dares to compete with the Bronze Realm powerhouse for items? The person who was originally paying attention to this short sword also took back his mind.

The bronze powerful man is considered a strong man in the Lingwu Kingdom. He can turn Yuanli into a weapon and possess extremely terrifying attack power. Killing the black iron warrior is like slaughtering a dog.

"This dagger was conquered by the teacher and naturally belonged to the teacher. As for the price, we can discuss it in the backstage." Qi Ying said, slowly walked forward and said, "Today's auction is over. Friends who have successfully bid for items can come to the backstage to trade with our staff."

Qi Ying waved to the big man beside him. The big man walked over with a wooden box and opened it. Qi Ying took out the short sword from the wooden box and said, "Old sir, this is a short sword, only ten taels of purple gold!"

Hearing Qi Ying's words, Zhao Hu looked at Qi several times. Knowing that he could make friends with him, he took the dagger and said lightly: "I will accept your love!"

After saying that, Zhao Hu left the auction house and walked towards the back mountain of Qingyun Academy, preparing to absorb the blood in the dagger as soon as possible and improve his strength as soon as possible.

After entering the back mountain of Qingyun Academy, Zhao Hu quickly found a secret place, took out the short sword, sat cross-legged, began to absorb the blood and energy from the short sword, and used the blood magic skill to refine it, enhancing his own blood and energy.

Time passes by like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, ten days pass.

In the past ten days, Zhao Hu successfully absorbed the blood and energy in the short sword. The short sword lost its blood and turned into a pile of powder. After absorbing the blood and energy, Zhao Hu directly entered the second level of the Blood Divine Arts, and his strength increased sharply, and his superficial strength also reached the level of the warrior's ninth level of heaven.

Of course, if Zhao Hu is willing, the power of the Blood Magic Technique can be launched and he can fight against the Black Iron Warrior without falling below. If Zhao Hu dares to burn blood, he can even kill the Black Iron Warrior, but the price he pays is too high!

After practicing in Qingyun Academy for ten days, Zhao Hu, whose strength has increased sharply, walked towards the direction where the room was with a smile, and was about to take Xiao Cui and Uncle Fu to leave Qingyun Academy and find a small courtyard outside to live, and not be subject to Qingyun Academy.

When Zhao Hu returned to the outside of the room, he found that the room was covered with blood, his face changed slightly, and he quickly pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered the room, Zhao Hu saw a Fu Uncle lying quietly on the ground, his face was no longer formed, his hands and feet were broken, the ground was covered with blood, and his breath was gone, and his death was very terrifying.

"Xiao Cui, what's going on?" Zhao Hu looked at Xiao Cui who was crying beside Uncle Fu's body and roared loudly.

"Wuwuwu, Master Zhao Hu, we are wronged. We did not break Han Qi's jade pot cup. Grandpa and I are wronged, wronged!"

When Xiao Cui saw Zhao Hu, she cried loudly. Xiao Cui was also in a very embarrassing body, with wounds on her face, and her body was covered with blood clots of all sizes.

Han Qi and Han Ming were playing with a very expensive jade pot cup, and Uncle Fu and Xiao Cui happened to pass by. Han Qi deliberately bumped Uncle Fu and Xiao Cui and threw the Yu Fox Cup.

Han Qi and Han Ming said that Uncle Fu hit him and broke the cup. Neither admitted that Han Qi and Han Ming took the plane and beat them up. In order to protect Xiao Cui, Uncle Fu was beaten to death by Han Qi and Han Ming.

In Lingwu Kingdom, the life of a servant is not as good as that of a jade pot cup. There is a reason why Han Qi beat Fu Uncle to death, and the superiors will not blame him.

Of course, the two of them did this to anger Zhao Hu.

Xiao Cui stammered and explained that Zhao Hu could understand seven points, how could they deal with Han Qi and Han Ming?

Zhao Hu immediately knelt down on the ground and cried loudly: "Uncle Fu, you have worked hard all your life, but you have suffered such a cruel move. I will collect Han Qi and Han Ming's fate for you."

Zhao Hu stood up and pulled out the broken sword behind him, with a cold light flashing in his eyes! Zhao Hu, whose strength has increased sharply, is not ready to endure it! Uncle Fu treats him well, and he wants to avenge Uncle Fu!

Xiao Cui looked at Zhao Hu, immediately dragged Zhao Hu, and cried, "Young Master Zhao Hu, don't be impulsive. Grandpa told me everything before he died, that he knew your temperament and told you not to seek revenge on them."

"Xiao Cui, humanity is unfair, so I will kill justice. Brother Han Ming tried to cause trouble for me in every possible way. He deliberately beat Uncle Fu to death to anger me. Today I will definitely fight him to death and avenge Uncle Fu!" Zhao Hu separated Xiao Cui's little hands and strode away from the room.

This was the time for the academy disciples to practice. Almost everyone was in Wu Pavilion. Zhao Hu rushed into Wu Pavilion with a broken sword with murderous aura.

Several Qingyun Academy children standing outside the gate of Wu Pavilion saw Zhao Hu rushing in with murderous aura and immediately shouted loudly: "Zhao Hu, Wu Pavilion is not something you, a waste, can come in." One

Zhao Hu did not respond, and waved the broken sword out and directly slapped the shouting Qingyun Academy student away.

Seeing this, several children from Qingyun College around him immediately said angrily: "Zhao Hu, if you attack your classmates privately, you should be whipped."

"Fighting? What kind of punishment will be done to kill someone?" Zhao Hu waved the broken sword in his hand with force, and a wave of air burst out from Zhao Hu's side. A long sword mark appeared on the ground, and he shouted loudly: "Listen to everyone in the Wu Pavilion. Today, I, Zhao Hu, only Han Ming and Han Qi's lives, the others will leave quickly, otherwise they will die."

"Call people quickly, then Zhao Hu is crazy."

"What are you afraid of? This Zhao Hu is not even a soldier!"

"Isn't it a warrior, can I wield a broken sword and slash a sword mark on the ground!"

"Go in and tell Brother Han Qi that this guy is crazy."

"Are we afraid that he will not succeed? We will capture him as soon as we go and take action."

One of the disciples of the Second Heaven of Warriors attacked Zhao Hu directly. He was very skilled and brave. He turned into a palm with his bare hands and hit Zhao Hu with one palm.

He looked coldly at the disciple of the warrior's Second Heaven. The broken sword in Zhao Hu's hand waving out casually, slashing through the void like lightning, passing through the chest of the warrior's Second Heaven, leaving a sword mark directly on his chest, and a trace of red blood flowed out from it.

"Get out! Otherwise, I will kill you!" Zhao Hu roared loudly after killing the warrior's second-level disciple with one sword.

The children of Qingyun Academy at the First Heaven Realm of the Warriors around him were shocked and their faces were full of incredible expressions!

"I said that I only need Han Qi and Han Ming's life, and the others will get out of here quickly."

"That guy's weapon must be a magic weapon, which is very powerful. Let's take him together and take his weapon." Han Xu said loudly,

After hearing this, more than a dozen disciples moved their hearts and attacked Zhao Hu with the mortal weapons in their hands.

"Go together? Then you can leave it all for me!" Zhao Hu roared, grabbed the broken sword in his hand tightly, and took the initiative to meet him.

"This Zhao Hu is too arrogant. Let's surround him together so that he can't use his fists."

Han Xu shouted angrily, and dozens of Qingyun Academy's children around him took swords and launched a fierce attack on Zhao Hu together.

Facing the attacks of dozens of Qingyun Academy disciples, Zhao Hu's expression remained unchanged. He roared, and the broken sword in his hand continued to waving out, passing beautiful arcs in the air, slashing towards a Qingyun Academy disciple.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Accompanied by the crisp sound of metal collisions, a disciple of Qingyun Academy was knocked away and threw it out to the rear, falling to the ground with red blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth.

In a moment, dozens of Qingyun Academy disciples who besieged Zhao Hu all fell to the ground, leaving Zhao Hu alone standing there quietly, releasing cold murderous intent all over his body.

"Zhao Hu, what are you doing? Put down your weapons quickly, and I will ask Uncle Sun to spare your life."

Han Ming and Han Qi walked over slowly, but their faces were filled with a teasing smile. The matter of Uncle Fu was naturally designed by them. Now, Zhao Hu was so excited that he rushed into Wu Pavilion. Even if Elder Liu came forward, he could not save Zhao Hu. Once Zhao Hu died, all the treasures on him were naturally owned by his brothers.
Chapter completed!