Even if he was forcibly thrown into the ring, Huang Yizhe was not angry, he looked at Han Feng with a playful look in his eyes.

"What's the matter? Senior Brother Han Feng, do you have any advice? Huang has something important to do. Could it be that Senior Brother Han also wants Huang to point and point, but he can't do it?" Huang Yizhe put his hands behind his back, looking very leisurely.

This attitude made Han Feng stunned, young man, who gave you the courage to say such big words in front of me? Have you forgotten the pain of being slapped ten times by me, oh no, nine slaps? You started jumping when new teeth erupted? You think it's great to defeat Yang Qian'er? Are you floating, or do you think I, Han Feng, can't hold a knife?

Han Feng showed a mouthful of white teeth and smiled brightly: "Your hands are itchy, learn from each other?"

Huang Yizhe still had the hypocritical smile that Han Feng hated: "Oh, what a learning method, I heard that your background is similar to Yang Qian'er, and some people say that the two of you are even from the same mysterious force." Compared to Senior Brother Han, there are a lot of powerful things, right? There are not only guns in the Yuanwang realm, but also swords in the Yuanwang realm. As for the other things I haven't seen or heard of, I guess there are more. ”

"Senior Brother Han, are you going to use them to fight me?" The corners of Huang Yizhe's mouth lifted: "In that case, I will directly admit defeat." ”

"Hmph, it's another agitation method. Han Feng sneered in his heart. He took out the dragon tooth gun from his personal space, held it in one hand, and pointed at the tip of Huang Yizhe's nose: "Whether it is the blade of the Yuan King, or strange things, it is my strength, no matter what I use, you can't escape this battle, and it's useless to admit defeat." ”

This attitude made Huang Yizhe's face stiffen. Being pointed at his nose with a weapon, the smile on Huang Yizhe's face finally disappeared, replaced by a gloomy and resentful color.

Han Feng looked at Huang Yizhe, his brows furrowed inadvertently, whether it was the smile before or the resentment at the moment, why did Huang Yizhe give him a hint of familiarity. This feeling is definitely not like facing Huang Yizhe before.

In the past, Huang Yizhe, although he also hated him, was more forbearing. Han Feng wanted to call him the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

In the face of such a provocation, Huang Yizhe said in a deep voice: "Could it be that Senior Brother Han asked someone to throw me on stage just to humiliate me?"

"Hahaha......" Han Feng laughed heartily and said, "If you don't laugh, I'll be happy." ”

This sentence made Huang Yizhe's face even more gloomy. You're sick, aren't you?

"You can think that I am avenging Yang Qian'er. Han Feng looked at the moon glass under the ring. Han Feng also heard what she said to Yang Qian'er, so fortunately, she borrowed it.

"Of course, since you defeated Yang Qian'er with your own strength, I don't have to bully you with the Yuan King's blade. Han Feng took the tip of the gun away from the tip of Huang Yizhe's nose and put it away.

"Boom!" there was a sound of wood, and a pile of wooden swords, guns, and other weapons appeared in the ring.

"This is something I use for cultivation, an ordinary wooden sword and a wooden sword, do you want to check it. Han Feng looked at Huang Yizhe.

Huang Yizhe just glanced at it with his eyes, and said, "No, I believe in Senior Brother Han." After saying that, he touched his right hand, and the next moment, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Where's my ring?

Han Feng couldn't help but laugh, and didn't look at Huang Yizhe's bewildered expression, the space ring was naturally caught in his hand by Feng Yiqing? He lowered his head and put away his wooden weapons one by one, holding only a wooden gun in his hand.

"That...... Senior Brother Han, can you lend me a wooden weapon?" Huang Yizhe touched all over his body, but still didn't find it. I could only say to Han Feng embarrassedly.

"What are you going to use?" Han Feng asked, trying his best to keep his expression stiff, afraid that one of them couldn't help but laugh.

"A knife is all it takes. ”

Han Feng took out a wooden knife from his personal space and threw it to Huang Yizhe.

Huang Yizhe took the wooden knife, put it in his hand and looked at it for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction.

It was an ordinary wooden knife, he didn't make a mistake, it seemed that what Han Feng had in his hand was just an ordinary wooden gun.

However, it was just an ordinary wooden weapon, and the workmanship was quite fine, and Huang Yizhe was a little impressed by Han Feng.

Huang Yizhe pulled a knife flower, then stood horizontally, stretched out his left hand towards Han Feng, palms up, and hooked. His annoying smile seemed to reappear.

This posture is very arrogant!

Han Feng raised his eyebrows, you told me to attack, okay, I'll attack, you just suffer!

The spear in Han Feng's hand was like electricity, and the blood-colored energy of the torture dragon broke circulated at the tip of the spear, stabbing directly into Huang Yizhe's chest.

The speed of the gun was very fast, Huang Yizhe seemed to be a little surprised, the back of his knife was up, and the vitality energy also poured into the blade with his arm, wanting to knock the cold wind gun away.

However, when the back of the knife came into contact with the spear, Huang Yizhe's face changed. Although the gun was a wooden gun, the force transmitted was strangely great, and it seemed to carry a destructive force.

Poof! Huang Yizhe left a bloody mark on his shoulder. Startled, he quickly retreated.

At the first shot, Huang Yizhe was injured.

His face immediately sank when he was originally arrogant, and his arrogant face was no longer there. He seemed to hear a flurry of boos from the audience.

Huang Yizhe took a deep breath. Pose solemnly towards Han Feng. He admitted that he underestimated Han Feng.

Han Feng's shot was fast, accurate, and ruthless, showing a solid foundation in marksmanship. Martial arts are also very advanced martial arts, with strong explosive power.

This is the result of Han Feng's hard work for three months.

"Can't be careless. Huang Yizhe turned defense into offense, and a dazzling set of sword techniques was displayed by him and attacked Han Feng.

"Knife Wheel Flowers, the martial arts of the lower level of the king rank, this kid will do a lot. Han Feng smiled in his mind and said, "Be careful of your shoulders, elbows, knees, well, and roots, this is a broken limb...... The martial arts of the five limbs. ”

Han Feng: What the hell is the "......" limb?

However, with the reminder of Feng Yiqing, it did make Han Feng a little easier, there were many false moves in the knife wheel and flowers, but few actual moves. Han Feng had little experience in fighting with such a person, and he couldn't completely distinguish between the virtual and the real, but fortunately, he relied on a solid foundation to keep out both the false and real moves, making it impossible to get close.

He protected the joints of his limbs very well, and the torture dragon was no longer used, but invisibly used the Hundred Turns of the Spring Blade, the green light was restrained in the blade, not conspicuous, but the power has been accumulating, just waiting for the moment of explosion.

Han Feng was not at a disadvantage, but from the scene on, Huang Yizhe's sword light was bursting, and he looked very imposing, as if he was pressing Han Feng to fight.

Many of the audience under the ring are fans of Han Feng, and they see that Han Feng is "at a disadvantage". All the hearts are raised to the throat and eyes.

"Han Feng, come on!"

"Han Feng, come on!"

“......”

There are already students cheering for Han Feng, most of them are female students, and even Li Xiaoman is among them.

Yueli looked at Yang Qian'er's worried eyes and patted her shoulder: "Don't worry, Han Feng is not as weak as you think." ”

Yang Qian'er's face turned red and she pinned her head: "Who is worried." ”

Yueli didn't hear the strangeness in Yang Qian'er's tone, but just smiled proudly.

What kind of strength Han Feng has, the people around him know best, in three months, Yueli and Mo Qing have become his sparring partners, and with Han Feng's growth, the two of them have also made great progress in their control of subtle powers.

However, Han Feng always asked her to be a sparring partner when she was about to sleep, so Yueli abused him several times, and gave him a bad rating at the end of the month for three consecutive months, and only gave him a passing score of 30 points.

But Han Feng's reason made her unable to refute it, Yueli slept too much, became fat, and had to lose weight. What to do when you sleep, that's what only the dead do, and the living should work hard!

Although Yueli's score was only thirty points, Han Feng did this, and the Mulong system took care of him. It's all 50 points. Han Feng felt that he was not at a loss.

......

Han Feng's guard was impenetrable, and Huang Yizhe's knife couldn't attack it, and he was anxious because he felt that there was a force in Han Feng's gun that made him uneasy.