Han Ming's expression was very cold, and he was furious, determined to abolish Han Feng. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What else do you have, just use it. Han Feng said lightly, it seemed that the wind was light, this Han Ming, in his opinion, was still too tender.

Han Ya's eyes froze, this Han Feng is so rampant, a waste, can't he turn the sky upside down?

I saw that behind Han Ming's back, a jet-black big sword rose from the sky, and then fell into Han Ming's hand, like a giant axe to open the mountain, terrifying, exuding a seeping black aura.

"It turned out to be a broken mortal-level spirit soldier. Han Feng was a little surprised, Han Ming actually had such treasures, but he did have some family background.

Although it is a broken mortal-level spirit soldier, it can already improve the combat power of the user a lot.

In the entire Hongqiao Town, the number of mortal-level spirit soldiers is also only a handful.

It is said that in Tianfeng City, there are spirit soldiers above the mortal ranks, and when they are wielded at will, they can easily kill the martial artists of the Qi Martial Realm.

However, Han Feng in his previous life, as a supreme powerhouse, how could he care about this broken spirit soldier.

On Han Ming's arm, there was a golden spiritual power gushing out, wrapping his arm, and his body seemed to have an illusory light flickering.

"It seems to be interesting. Han Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he obviously didn't care much about the changes in the person in front of him.

Although Han Ming's combat power had reached the peak of the Qi Martial Realm, Han Feng's strength was more than that. You must know that in the previous battle, Han Feng only exerted ten points of force. If he tried his best, it would be easy to defeat this Han Ming.

Seeing Han Feng's footsteps, a terrifying momentum exploded instantly, and on his body, jet-black power erupted, and his palm seemed to turn into an indestructible sword, and it was directly slashed out.

"Look for death!" Seeing that Han Feng actually wanted to use his hand to pick up his spirit soldier, Han Ming couldn't help but sneer, obviously disapproving of this kind of death-seeking behavior.

However, Han Ya saw that Han Feng's face had a calm look, and it seemed that for him, this kind of behavior was already in his chest.

"Does this waste really think that his palm will be harder than a spirit soldier?" Hana muttered to herself, a look of mockery on her face.

However, Han Feng's palm wind slashed out as if it could tear through the air, like a terrifying mountain, not facing the knife edge, but directly towards Han Ming's chest.

"What!"

Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but change color suddenly, Han Feng changed too quickly, and at the same time, his other hand actually stretched out, and with only two fingers, he pinched the big knife.

Han Ming held the big knife and suddenly couldn't move, seeing Han Feng's palm rolling down, his face turned white.

Burst!

Han Ming's mouth spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his body flew out in an instant, and the broken spirit soldier fell into Han Feng's hands.

"Sure enough, it's just broken copper and iron, and it's useless to match a waste like you. Han Feng looked at Han Ming who fell to the ground, and the corners of his mouth raised a mocking arc.

Previously, Han Ming ridiculed Han Feng as a waste, but now, he can't even beat the waste.

"You cheat!" Han Ya pointed at Han Feng and said, in his opinion, the latter was able to solve Han Ming so quickly, if it wasn't for some shady means, it would definitely not be possible.

Han Feng, on the other hand, looked at Han Ya indifferently, and there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

"You don't dare to fight me, so it's sad that you slander me. ”

"Who said I wouldn't dare to fight you!" Hana was furious, as if a strong wind swept through his body, his black hair flew up, and a terrifying coldness burst out of his eyes.

"Today, I have something. I'll be waiting for you here in three days. Han Feng looked at Han Ya and said word by word.

Han Yaqiang held back his anger, "Okay, three days is three days, today, and let you live!"

After saying that, Han Ya actually left directly, never looking back, forgetting the purpose of coming to the Martial Pavilion.

He was told by a waste that he didn't dare to fight, and he was furious.

In the face of Han Ya's reaction, Han Feng seemed to be fine, tidied up his clothes, and stepped directly into the Martial Pavilion.

"On this first layer, there are some non-grade exercises and martial arts, which are not suitable for my cultivation at all. ”

Han Feng looked at all the exercises on the first layer, but he didn't find anything that suited him. The power given to him by the system itself is extremely domineering, and the destructive power is very amazing, and these martial arts cannot help him improve his combat effectiveness at all.

And when his footsteps moved, about to step into the second floor, he heard a light voice sound:

"Brother Han Feng, long time no see!"