Chapter Eighty-Eight: Fighting

"Senior nephew Pang, what do you think about this matter?"

The chief elder asked several other elders for help, but they twisted their heads to the side one after another, and they did not make contact with his eyes, so that he had no choice, and in desperation, he could only kick the ball to Master Pang's nephew.

Senior Brother Pang galloped over with 10,000 grass and mud horses in his heart, just because they were elders, they wanted me to do this errand that was not human inside and out, but they didn't dare to attack.

His mind was spinning wildly, thinking about how to better solve this matter, when Han Feng suddenly spoke up and relieved him.

"Senior Brother Pang, elders, in fact, the disciples also have this idea, since Senior Brother Nangong has mentioned it, then let's answer it. ”

The light in Han Feng's eyes was very soft, but it could make people feel the confidence in it, and he said respectfully to a few people.

"Senior brother, you have to think clearly, there is a difference of three levels between you, if there is a senior brother, I will be up to you, but there is a difference of three between them, there is no need to compete at all, or let's wait for the freshman competition in a year?"

Senior Brother Pang hurriedly interrupted Han Feng and said eagerly.

"Senior brother is kind, senior brother understands it, but if the cultivators of my generation are afraid and cowering, hiding in case of trouble, and avoiding in distress, then what is the meaning of cultivation?"

Han Feng felt that Senior Brother Pang was sincerely good for him, and he was very grateful in his heart, but if he couldn't even face such a setback in front of him, then how would he protect his relatives in the future?

A lifetime of evasion, even if one's relatives are humiliated in front of oneself, even if others bully oneself, they are also harmonious and angry, just to live?

Man is inherently dead, or lighter than floating hair, or heavier than Mount Tai. Han Feng chose the latter.

Don't look at Senior Brother Pang's strong figure, in fact, his heart is well-known in Xuanwu Pavilion, this time his fellow junior brother is obviously bullied by others, of course he has to protect it.

However, Han Feng's enthusiastic outspokenness reminded him that he seemed to be the same as Han Feng now, with momentum, enthusiasm, and dreams, I don't know when, his edges and corners were smoothed out by time, and he chose to retreat in the face of things, and chose to avoid in the face of hardships.

Subconsciously thought that maybe Han Feng would do the same in the future, but he didn't want to ruin Han Feng's future.

Although it seemed to everyone that this was an impossible battle to win, at this moment, Senior Brother Pang unexpectedly felt that Han Feng would not be defeated, and chose to support it.

Feeling a small flame suddenly ignite in his heart, he knew that this was the momentum that had been extinguished over the years, but it was rekindled by Han Feng today.

Haha laughed, turned his head to look at the elders, and said.

"Uncle Shi, it's not bad for young people to be a little bloody, what do you think?"

"And what if something happens?"

The Elder asked with some concern.

"Uncle don't worry, if something really happens, I will take care of it, if it doesn't work out, I will pull the old man over to him, what do you think? Besides, with us here, it's a little difficult to have an accident, right?"

"Haha, since that's the case, it's okay, you two must remember that for this reason, you are not allowed to maliciously harm the lives of others and abolish people's cultivation. ”

When several elders heard that Senior Brother Pang had taken all the responsibilities, smiles appeared on their faces again, and the chief elder allowed the two to fight without any burden.

"Yes. Han Feng and Nangong Xiong said in unison.

All the disciples consciously dispersed outward, leaving a field with a diameter of 100 zhang in the middle for Han Feng and Nangong Xiong to fight.

For the battle between them, this group of freshmen was very much looking forward to it, they were used to being scattered outside, and they naturally had a lot of discomfort after coming to the sect to receive constraints.

No, as soon as there was excitement, they cheered for the two, but only a few people supported Han Feng, and most of them chose to support Nangong Xiong.

Han Feng and Nangong Xiong walked to the middle of the battlefield in unison and stood face to face.

Listening to the freshmen shouting their names, the corners of Nangong Xiong's mouth opened with a smile, and he felt a sense of accomplishment.

Staring at Han Feng excitedly, like a cheetah staring at its own food, his body trembled a little with excitement.

He took a step forward and put his head to Han Feng's ear, speaking only at a volume that the two of them could hear.

"Han Feng, have you seen it? There are so many people, only a few people believe that you will win, I don't know if you believe it yourself, hahaha. ”

"Senior Brother Nangong, what do their words and deeds have to do with me? This battle only belongs to the two of us, for them, at most, it is just a supporting role, but it is you, so caring about the actions of some supporting characters, it really makes me overestimate you too much. ”

Han Feng sneered, he didn't know how much cynicism he had experienced on Earth, and he had even seen with his own eyes that public opinion was enough to force a person to death.

Since then, Han Feng has been thinking about this question, why does he care so much about other people's opinions? Living in his own world, shouldn't the protagonist be himself? Since it is himself, why does a protagonist still feel the opinions of a group of supporting characters?

After thinking about it, Han Feng no longer paid attention to this phenomenon, and only cared about the people or things he cared about.

"Hmph, Han Feng, if you have sharp teeth now, I will see if your teeth are very hard later, whether your fists are hard or not. ”

"The day you let my brother get out of trouble, you should have thought that there would be such a day, today, I not only want to teach you a good lesson, but also make you feel twice the taste of being embarrassed in front of so many people. ”

The breeze was blowing, Han Feng's sideburns and robe were fluttering in the wind, and a wicked smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, I hope it will be as Senior Brother said later, not the other way around!"

Han Feng was not angry with Nangong Xiong's verbal attack, but directly put down a cruel word in response, and Nangong Xiong's teeth clicked loudly.

"Fei Yu, who do you think will win?"

At the end of the line, Han Feng's attention was also a person who suddenly walked up to the arrogant girl and asked.

"Li Zijie, next time pay attention to your words, Fei Yu is also what you can call. ”

When Shangguan Feiyu felt that it was Li Zijie, he looked at him with disdain and said.

In Shangguan Feiyu's impression, Li Zijie is a hypocrite who is even more hateful than a real villain, if you provoke him, he can not have a single bone left in your food.

Therefore, Shangguan Feiyu looked down on Li Zijie very much, thinking that he was not on the same level as himself.

If she had to choose one of Nangong Xiong and Li Zijie with the best impression, I am afraid she would choose Nangong Xiong, so you can imagine how bad Li Zijie is in her impression.

These two people are the young talents of the Li family and the Shangguan family among the four major families in Xuanwu City.

Li Zijie is not annoyed, he has the title of the fourth son of Xuanwu, if he doesn't have some ability, he can't get this kind of honor, he smiled at the disgust shown by Shangguan Feiyu, stood aside and stopped talking, and looked at the field.

"Although Nangong Xiong is a little stupid, but the strength is there, and the result of this battle should be doomed. ”

After a while, Shangguan Feiyu spoke.

"Hehe, I don't think so, I feel that this person named Han Feng can bring us a surprise. ”

Hearing that Shangguan Feiyu took the initiative to speak, no one saw Li Zijie's faint smile and said.

"Why don't we take a gamble?"

"Okay, just gamble, I haven't seen anyone give money for nothing. ”

Shangguan Feiyu didn't care, no matter what, he didn't believe that Nangong Xiong would lose to a freshman who was only at the sixth level of refining his body and had no background strength at all.

Nangong Xiong's body refining technique was specially bought by the Nangong family at an auction house for a large price, and it was not comparable to Han Feng's cultivation method without a background.

As the two spoke, the battle on the battlefield began.