After being bullied and reborn, the female supporting master was ruined

"He Changsheng, do you think you can do whatever you want because you have the spiritual weapon that that stinky woman gave you to protect your body?"

He Yuanyang didn't know that He Changsheng was a body cultivator, at this moment he only thought that he was able to withstand his attack only because he was protected by the spiritual weapon given by Yue Jiaojiao.

He Changsheng didn't say much,

If you don't believe me, just call until you believe it!

I saw He Changsheng raised his fist, and the seemingly innocuous fist hit He Yuanyang's face with lightning speed, directly deforming his face, and He Yuanyang didn't even react. Has fallen to the ground.

Without giving the slightest chance to react, He Changsheng stomped heavily on He Yuanyang's chest.

"puff!"

With a mouthful of blood, He Yuanyang continued to use his spiritual power to attack, but was surprised to find that his spiritual power could not be condensed!
"It's not yours, even if it's been used by you for thousands of years, it's still not yours."

Just stepping on He Yuanyang's chest with one foot, He Changsheng felt the mutual reflection between himself and Linggen, like an old friend who hadn't seen for many years reunited after a long absence, every pore was venting excitement.

The dagger in his hand flashed a cold light, and the next moment, he raised the knife and dropped it.

"He Changsheng, you can't!"

"puff!"

"what!"

The miserable cry pierced the sky, and He Yuanyang clearly felt his flesh being cut by the cold blade, and the cold wind poured straight into his body along the wound.

"He... Chang... Sheng, you, hurt me... The He family, and the Royal Academy... will not let you go!"

Even at this time, He Yuanyang did not forget to use the He family to threaten He Changsheng.

But if He Changsheng was afraid, he would not have come.

Even he ignored He Yuanyang's threat, turned his wrist over, and slammed the handle of the knife hard against the shining sternum.

"what!"

He Yuanyang's cry like killing a pig resounded through the sky again.

Following He Changsheng's knocking, the spiritual root was easily peeled off, turning into a glistening white light, which fell into He Changsheng's hands.

Looking at the spiritual root in front of him, He Changsheng only felt his eyes heat up.

Back then, I watched my spiritual roots being dug out like this.

Now, it's finally back.

As if feeling He Changsheng's aura, the white spiritual light flickered a few times, and then it turned into a stream of light, rushing straight into He Changsheng's body.

Letting out a contented muffled grunt, at this moment, He Changsheng felt that the aura in his body relying on the elixir was finally able to operate in an orderly manner without his own deliberate adjustment at this moment.

Even at this moment, He Changsheng had a feeling that as long as he wanted to, he could break through at any time!
"He Changsheng, I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

Seeing his spiritual roots being taken away, He Yuanyang was so dumbstruck that he even forgot the pain in his body and roared.

Also at this time, a fire flickered outside the courtyard door, accompanied by Patriarch He's voice:

"Yuan Yang, what's wrong with you?"

Apparently, he heard He Yuanyang's wailing before, and came to check the situation.

He Yuanyang laughed maniacally when he heard Patriarch He's voice, and looked at He Changsheng viciously:
"He Changsheng, you can't escape! The He family will drive you to death, and my master is even more powerful in the Golden Core stage. When the time comes, they will catch you and dig out my spiritual root from your body again. ! Hahahahaha!"

"When the time comes, I will cramp your bones, so that you will never have a chance to stand up again!"

Regarding He Yuanyang's words, He Changsheng did not show a trace of timidity,

Instead, he looked at He Yuanyang and curled his lips leisurely:
"Really?"