Chapter 303: Giving Guns in Danger

Although Han Feng's dantian was damaged and his cultivation was lost, he who had been using the medicinal liquid to quench his body all the time during the refining period, and who had endured endless torture, had also reaped the corresponding rewards and obtained a body comparable to that of a Qi Gathering Refiner.

When Han Feng lost his cultivation, the body comparable to the Qi Gathering Body Refiner naturally became the biggest hole card in his hand, not to mention the full force of the seventh layer of the body refining, even if the Great Perfection of the Body Refining came here, it would never be possible to understand Han Feng with one blow.

Since he couldn't understand himself with one blow, of course Han Feng couldn't give the other party a second chance, his own life was much more valuable than their group of old immortals, and it was naturally his turn to fight back next.

"You can see through my cultivation, and you are really a monk?"

After Han Feng said Uncle De's cultivation, the speed at which the cold sweat on Uncle De's face flowed even faster, how could he not know the iron law of the cultivation realm, such a risky behavior was not due to the fact that this place was in a remote location, and no monk would come here at all, but more importantly, because of the huge temptation of interests, otherwise he would not dare to break this iron law no matter what.

But now, if Han Feng was really a monk, as long as he publicized this matter, his party and others would definitely be rounded up and hunted down by the monks of the entire Western Regions and even the entire Yunxiao Continent.

'No, no, we must not let things go on like this!' Uncle De thought in his heart, and immediately wiped the cold sweat on his cheeks, staring at Han Feng with a vicious look, in his opinion, only when the young man in front of him died, he and his accomplices could become safe again.

"General, isn't the monk that the young man said about another name for an immortal?" Although Han Feng's volume was not loud, it was just right for them to hear it, and then a soldier asked General Tang in a low voice, keeping the volume at a level that only they could hear.

"I guess so. General Tang replied ambiguously, he wasn't sure if the monk Han Feng said meant immortals, because it was the first time he had heard this special word, but the next moment, General Tang began to beckon the others to start evacuating the surrounding refugees, because he had an ominous premonition.

"Monk, hehe, not yet, but I think it should be soon!"

Han Feng looked down at his abdomen, muttered, and shook his head slowly, but the moment he raised his head to look at Uncle De through the shallow smoke, all the qi and blood on Han Feng's body instantly boiled, and his eyes were as scarlet as the wolf clan in the middle of the night.

Before killing a hundred officers and soldiers, he had already repaired his dantian to one percent, and now he only killed a mortal who was a great martial artist and restored his dantian to one percent again, then, this old man with seven layers of refining body in front of him, maybe as long as he killed him, his dantian would be completely restored, and then his cultivation would also be restored with him, and he could go back as soon as possible to return to the sect with Senior Sister Zhang, and report the situation along the way, the affairs of the demon clan have been wandering in Han Feng's mind, as if it had become a nightmare, binding Han Feng.

Before Uncle De could understand what Han Feng's words meant, and before he could ask, an extremely fast figure had already burst out of the smoke, and he quickly approached him like a ghost.

Uncle De was shocked, but the reaction was not slow, the continuous grinding between life and death over the years also played a role at this moment, his right foot stepped down suddenly, and then the whole person floated backwards, at the same time, he took out a wooden box in his hand, opened it quickly, and there were thirteen cold silver needles lying quietly inside.

Looking at them, Uncle De's eyes flashed with pain, but the current crisis situation, of course, is still much more important, the sleeve robe waved, and the thirteen silver needles were suspended in the air as if the robot had received an order from the master, and stabbed at Han Feng, who was rushing quickly.

So far in his cultivation, Han Feng had never seen a magic weapon of the silver needle, and as soon as he met at this moment, he was caught off guard.

The thirteen silver needles that seemed to be flying chaotically and disorderly on the surface seemed to be arranging according to a specific arrangement of troops secretly, and it was precisely because of this that Han Feng was like a great enemy, and a cold sweat broke out on his head.

The silver needles were fleeting, and Han Feng's body could not stop immediately because of the huge inertia, looking at the thirteen silver needles that came straight to his head, his eyes shrank, and just at the last moment, Han Feng slammed his waist, his knees bent slightly, and his whole body slid forward like a sled, but because of his quick reaction, even though the thirteen silver needles pierced through Han Feng's face, they did not cause any harm to Han Feng.

At the same moment, Uncle De, who didn't expect Han Feng's reaction speed to be so agile, was even more painful when he saw that the silver needle did not play a half-point role, and at the same time, he was full of a huge sense of urgency for this Han Feng, who had never seen him before, and didn't even know if he was a monk or not.

However, at the critical moment, there was no time for him to pause for a minute and a second, with a wipe of the storage bag on his waist, a three-foot big knife appeared in the rough hand, and the spiritual light on it flowed, and it was a spiritual weapon, rushing towards Han Feng with lightning speed, and the big knife was raised, making a force to split the Huashan shape, as if he would not let Han Feng die under this knife, he would not give up.

Han Feng was shocked, there was no room for his body to twist at this moment, but if he really wanted to resist this knife, he would definitely be cut in half, but if he could open the storage bag and be accompanied by the silver snake spear, he would be able to fight hard, but it was a pity that he couldn't borrow any spiritual power and couldn't open the storage bag.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, just when Han Feng was thinking hard about how to get out, the alarm bell rang in his heart, and he saw a spear thrown from a distance, after seeing it, Han Feng's face was overjoyed, and through the back of the spear, it was General Tang who did it, and Han Feng hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

Uncle De naturally noticed it, and glared at General Tang in the distance viciously, after this battle, General Tang probably didn't have any good fruit to eat.

The spear was thrown by General Tang with all his strength, and the speed was so fast that it seemed to surpass Uncle De, and Han Feng grasped it in his hand and held it across his chest.

The next moment, Uncle De's big sword was already in place, and he slashed at Han Feng with a fierce attitude, although his face was angry, but he was confident in his heart, "Boy, do you think that a mortal soldier can be compared to a spirit soldier?"

Sure enough, as soon as Uncle De's words blurted out, the big knife fell, and the spear was unexpectedly broken at the waist, and the two halves were grabbed by Han Feng in his hands, while Uncle De's big knife still fell down with undiminished might.

However, with the obstruction of the spear, it finally gave Han Feng a chance to breathe, and he grabbed half of the spear in his left and right hands, and stabbed it downward, and the strength was so great that the barrel of the spear could not bear it and began to bend and deform.

It was precisely with the support point that Han Feng's body went down a little more, and Uncle De's big knife was more distance away from Han Feng, Uncle De was furious, the cyclone in his body was running, and the energy was condensed in his hand, and he frantically transported the big knife in his hand, ready to understand Han Feng about it.

Unexpectedly, Han Feng, this kid, actually played a trick, and when he was angry and had lost much ability to think, he kicked his crotch with a flirtatious leg.

In the next moment, a pig-killing scream came out of Uncle De's mouth, resounding through the sky, and Uncle De couldn't care about Han Feng anymore, desperately covering his life, cold sweat broke out on his face in pain.