After Huang Junfeng finished speaking, he spread his legs and pointed at his crotch.

At the same time, he said sarcastically: "I am giving you face. Normally, others can't get into my crotch if they want to."

"You got a good deal today! Hahaha!"

The group of playboys around him were very optimistic about Huang Junfeng. After all, Huang Junfeng was able to become the leader of this group of children from aristocratic families, so he must have the ability.

What's more, they all have status and background, so they just want to watch the fun.

So this group of children from aristocratic families began to mock Zhao Han again.

"Zhao Han, so you're waiting here? Do you just want to get under Master Huang's crotch? Hahaha."

"Then you've got a great bargain! Even a dog wouldn't be able to get under Master Huang's crotch. If you get under it today, you'd be more awesome than a dog!"

"Since you want to get into Young Master Huang's crotch so badly, I would say you should just stop fighting. If you hurt yourself, you won't have the energy to get into it."

"Hey, you poor ants, if you want to cling to Master Huang's thighs, just say so. Why do you have to do this?"

"Zhao Han, I advise you to just give up. If you get disfigured, don't go crying to the Second Prince again!"

Although these children from aristocratic families also think that Zhao Han is very outstanding, the fact that he can become the chief disciple of Tianling Academy proves that he has a strong talent for cultivation.

Moreover, Zhao Han, a student from a poor family, was able to reach this point by relying on his own cultivation talent, which indeed proved that he had the ability and strength.

Unfortunately, he had already lost from the beginning.

These young men from aristocratic families all shook their heads and did not think highly of Zhao Han at all.

When it comes to winning or losing a fight, strength is one aspect, but when it comes to fighting, the most important things are weapons and skills.

Why is it difficult for a poor family to produce a master?

Because their more than ten years of hard training might not be as good as a magic weapon bought casually by the children of aristocratic families.

When they meet an enemy outside, the other party only needs to use a magic weapon, and these poor students will not have the power to compete with him.

The same principle applies to the current challenge.

Although Zhao Han's cultivation level was the ninth level of the Wheel Sea, it was two small realms higher than Huang Junfeng's seventh level of the Wheel Sea.

But Zhao Han's weapon was just a sandalwood sword. After all, this thing was a weapon that everyone in the academy had, and it was barely enough for daily sparring.

But if we really put it in the challenge, it would be like being unarmed.

Especially the weapon in Huang Junfeng's hand, the Kunlun Sword, which is a magic weapon passed down by the Huang family's ancestors.

Even as long as the owner of the Kunlun Sword is strong enough, the Kunlun Sword can defend against the enemy independently.

The gap between the two is like the difference between the bright moon and mud.

And the royal unique martial arts practiced by Huang Junfeng, the family secret skill of the Hand of the Sun, is not comparable to the Pingshui Sword Technique practiced by Zhao Han.

Just looking at what the two have mastered, it is like a baby challenging an adult. There is no comparison at all.

In this challenge, the children of the aristocratic families all believed that Zhao Han would lose.

Now they all looked relaxed, waiting to see the joke of Zhao Han, the chief disciple, crawling into Huang Junfeng's crotch.

Listening to the sarcasm and ridicule from these children from aristocratic families, Zhao Han became even angrier.

He couldn't help but tighten the sandalwood sword in his hand, and his eyes became sharper.

At this moment, he was thinking in his heart that he must make Huang Junfeng, this playboy, suffer in the ring later.

Otherwise, today’s issue won’t be resolved!
Since Zhao Han is here today, he must resolve this matter.

After all, he had to show the Second Prince his abilities.

If he wanted to gain more power and status, he had to cling to the Second Prince's thigh tightly. However, Zhao Han was still very clear about the gap between himself and Huang Junfeng in weapons and skills.

As a student from a poor family, he had no money to buy better weapons, nor did he have the status to hire a mentor to give him special instruction.

Therefore, even if his cultivation has been improved, there is no guarantee that he will be able to defeat Huang Junfeng in a sparring match.

Moreover, these young men from aristocratic families nowadays may seem like playboys, but in fact their talent for cultivation is no worse than his own.

After all, the founding of the family itself involves the participation of masters, or it was those masters who founded their own families.

There is originally a strong talent in their blood, which is passed down from generation to generation.

These children from aristocratic families just don't put their heart into their cultivation.

Otherwise, students from poor families would have no chance of winning against these children from wealthy families.

Even if these children of noble families do nothing and learn nothing, they can still have a very bright future.

But it is different for these poor students. They have only one way to go, which is to study and practice. If they cannot do that, their life will be almost over.

When he thought of this, Zhao Han let out another breath.

The anger in his heart had dissipated a lot, and now he had more fighting spirit.

This time, challenging him was not just to help the poor students vent their anger.

Similarly, he also wanted to consolidate his own Taoism!

It’s not like Zhao Han had not been bullied by these children from aristocratic families in the past, but he buried the seeds of hatred in his heart and gradually stopped paying attention to them.

But he knew that even if he gained power and status in the future, it would be difficult to get rid of his inner demons.

Today is the day for me to consolidate my Taoism and also the day for me to eliminate the demons in my heart!

Zhao Han thought secretly in his heart.

The news that Zhao Han was going to challenge Huang Junfeng spread quickly in the academy, and more and more children from wealthy families and poor students rushed over.

They all wanted to witness this earth-shattering battle.

However, as more and more people gathered around, this side was already blocked, and the enemies were extremely jealous of each other when they met.

As soon as these poor students and the children of wealthy families met, they started a war of words.

"Damn it! Can you poor students just get away? You all stink. I feel sick to be with you."

"That's right, get over there quickly, is this where you are supposed to be?"

"You are so shameless to come out here in rags. If I were your father, I would have beaten you back long ago."

Students from poor families were equally dissatisfied.

"Who are you scolding? You are the ones who reek of money, it's awful smell!"

"How dare you talk about us? Aren't all those silks and satins you wear squeezed from poor people like us?"

"You are so stupid that you dare to say that we are poor. If it weren't for parasites like you, how could we have fallen to this point?"

"The Great Zhou Dynasty has become what it is today because of noble families like you!"

A young man from an aristocratic family was so upset by what he said that he immediately rolled up his sleeves and said, "Fuck! If you dare, say another word and we'll practice!"

"Come on, who is afraid of whom?"

However, the two did not fight in the end, because the news had already spread, and the teachers of Tianling College also rushed over. (End of this chapter)