He didn't realize that Qin Jiu, who had been standing behind him as dull as a puppet, suddenly had a dazzling light in his eyes when he saw the young man in the wheelchair.
"Hey, which sect and sect do you belong to? What are you doing in Qianyuan?"
Hearing the arrogant voice behind him, Yu Zhengqing came back from his own thoughts.
Seeing Han Weijiang, he frowned slightly, and didn't want to talk to him, nor did he want to conflict with him.
So he supported Chu Moli's wheelchair and planned to leave.
"Did I say you can go?"
As soon as Han Weijiang lifted his foot, it directly pressed the wheel of the wheelchair.
Suddenly raising his hand, he took out a jade tablet from Yu Zhengqing's arms.
"Hahaha, I read that right, right? Lei Guangzong, Yu Zhengqing... which corner of the sect is this? You have the nerve to come to the Tianmei Banquet. Could it be that you, a cripple, also want to marry the princess of the Demon Race?" ?”
Yu Zhengqing angrily stepped forward to snatch the jade medal, "Give me back the invitation!"
The moment Yu Zhengqing rushed over, Han Weijiang showed an arrogant smile on his face, and dodged Yu Zhengqing's attack with a dodge.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand, grabbed Yu Zhengqing's neck easily, slammed it hard on the ground, and then stepped on it.
"A little golden fairy dares to be arrogant in front of my Second Young Master Han, what do you think you are?!"
The few people behind Han Weijiang saw that their young master had insulted the sword cultivator so much, but no one came out to uphold justice.
He immediately understood that this sword cultivator was either just a casual cultivator, or Lei Guangzong was just a low-level sect, and no one could come out to support him.
The servant of the Han family who had been ordered by Han Jiaming to stop Han Weijiang from causing trouble immediately became arrogant.
"A golden fairy and a cripple also want to marry a demon princess. It's like a toad wants to eat swan meat, hahaha!"
"It just so happens that at the Tianmei Banquet, we also have to use force to speak. Now the second young master will teach them a lesson, and let them know what is called the sky is high and the earth is thick, hahaha..."
Yu Zhengqing was trampled on the ground by Han Weijiang, and everyone's ears were filled with laughter and humiliation.
His eyes were red, and his teeth were almost bleeding.
This is the price of being weak.
Anyone can trample on it.
Could it be that Lei Guangzong and Nian Nian were also like this back then, who obviously did nothing wrong but were slaughtered by people, and Nian Nian was boiled alive and turned into medicine.
If he was strong enough, he would be able to kill all those who humiliated him and hurt him, and return back ten times and a hundred times the pain that their Patriarch had suffered on him.
Han Weijiang stomped on Yu Zhengqing again, until Yu Zhengqing spat out a mouthful of blood, only to feel the anger in his chest vented a little.
But still not enough.
He turned his gaze to Chu Moli who was at the side.
When he caught the man's gaze, Han Weijiang's eyes narrowed in displeasure.
No fear, no panic, not even anger.
The young man in the wheelchair looked gentle and calm, and even looked at them with interest.
It's like... they're playing monkeys.
The depression in Han Weijiang's chest that was looked down upon suddenly surged up again.
He kicked Yu Zhengqing away and strode towards Chu Moli.
Yu Zhengqing's expression changed, and he rushed over recklessly: "Don't touch him!"
He knew that Chu Moli was very powerful, and there seemed to be nothing in the world that he didn't know that could improve his cultivation, and he could analyze the murderer who killed Nian Nian through clues.