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The leader of the group, a short-haired hooligan, couldn't help but reveal a mocking smile when he saw Hee Qiming walking over. His voice sounded strange and didn't hide his expression at all. It seemed like he was trying to provoke Hee Qiming on purpose.    

Seeing this scene, Ye Ziheng finally let go of the worries in his heart. It seemed like these guys weren't Heretic Warrior, but some hooligans who came here to pick a fight. If his guess was correct, it was most likely Hee Qiguang or Yang Di who found them.    

When Hee Qiming heard that short-haired hooligan call him "Second Young Master He," he immediately became angry.    

In the past, although his aptitude was the same as Hee Qiguang's, But because he was two years older than Hee Qiguang, he was not the eldest son of the family. Thus, he had never received any attention to cultivation resources. He was also inferior to Hee Qiguang in terms of cultivation. Martial skills, Pill, and status were all inferior to Hee Qiguang's. No matter how hard he worked, others would only treat him as a copy of Hee Qiguang's "unqualified."    

They called Hee Qiguang "Young Master He." When they called him, they were respectful and respectful, but when it came to Hee Qiming, they called him "Second Young Master He."    

If he was just an ordinary person, it would be fine to call him "Second Young Master He." However, whenever those people called him Second Young Master He, their faces would be filled with mockery, as if they were mocking him.    

Later, he learned the meaning of the name from a disciple of a declining family who was on good terms with him.    

"He Ershao, the second in ten thousand years, will always be a level lower than Hee Qiguang."    

Although Ye Ziheng, who was standing at the side, didn't know what the name "He Ershao" meant, he could tell from Hee Qiming's angry eyes. And the sneers on the faces of those guys blocking the way, it's absolutely not a compliment.    

Ye Ziheng looked at his watch. "10: 35." He was already five minutes late and was stopped by someone for no reason. Ye Ziheng was very unhappy. He had wasted five minutes on these scumbags. Ye Ziheng felt very unhappy. He had asked him to be late. Ye Ziheng was very unhappy. Someone was bullying his brother in front of him. Ye Ziheng was very unhappy that someone had ignored his existence!    

"I will give you three seconds to disappear from my sight."    

Ye Ziheng stood out and said.    

When the short-haired hooligan heard this, he immediately burst into laughter.    

"Aiyo, grandson, you have really made me laugh. You think you can scare me away just by saying some harsh words, right? I'll tell you today. Don't say three seconds, I'll be standing here for a day today. What can you do to me!? "    

"Bang!"    

As soon as the short-haired hooligan finished speaking, Ye Ziheng's black figure with a knife suddenly rushed in front of him. In the next second, the short-haired hooligan was sent flying a few meters away.    

When the other students who were blocking the way saw this, they were instantly dumbfounded. They had thought that Ye Ziheng had said those words to scare them, but they had never thought that Ye Ziheng would really dare to make a move. Furthermore, his hand strength was so great. With just a punch, he sent their Boss flying.    

Ye Ziheng then looked at the disciples who were staring blankly at him. He glanced at them, but didn't pay them much attention. Instead, he walked straight towards them.    

When Hee Qiming saw this, he recovered from his shock. He shut his mouth and hurriedly followed after them.