"Then let me ask the third elder again, which is bigger than twenty-four or eleven?"

"Of course it's the 24th National Congress."

Han Shen was embarrassed by Han Chen's idiot question, and he was a little ashamed to answer.

"Then I'll be eligible to participate in the contest, I won't go down!"

"Hey, hey."

"Nonsense!"

"You haven't cultivated your fighting spirit, how can you participate in this competition?"

"Come down!"

"Third Elder, you are cheating, you are breaking the rules."

"Nonsense."

"Everyone knows that I, Han Shen, am the most well-behaved, and I am in charge of the Han family auditorium."

"Then I'll ask the Third Elder."

"Is there a rule in the competition that people who have not cultivated cannot participate in the competition?"

"Nope."

The rules of this competition were drawn up by Han Shen back then, so his answer was very crisp and fast.

"The three elders didn't let me participate in the competition, isn't it breaking the rules?"

"This ......"

Han Shen was speechless.

At the beginning, he didn't expect that there would be any non-cultivation disciples to participate in the conference, and it was mostly an act of looking for a draw.

Han Shen is the manager of the auditorium, and he usually hates people who break the rules the most.

Han Chen's questions encircled him, leaving him helpless.

Han Chen did not break the rules when he participated in the competition.

But he's an eleven-year-old kid who doesn't practice fighting spirit, isn't he messing around?

Looking at the three elders of the clan who were scared by Han Chen's crying face.

For the first time, the children of the clan faced Han Chen, the little demon king who was only mischievous and only played pranks under the light of his brother Han Ling.

When did he become so wise?

Han Jing looked at Han Ling, the genius young patriarch of the clan, then turned his head to look at Han Chen on the stage, and said in his heart:

"Is this still that shit, idiot?"

Han Ling smiled and looked at Han Chen, who was snickering on the stage, and said in his heart:

"Xiao Chen, are you finally going to take off?"

"Shine your light!"

"Okay, Third Elder, Chen'er started cultivating three years ago, and now he also has a five-stage fighting qi."

"So it's not nonsense."

Han Mo looked at his youngest son on the stage, and he was also a little relieved in his heart.

At the same time, he made a round and gave the three elders a step down.

"That's it, that's fine."

"The competition continues!"

Third Elder Han Shen shouted, and wiped his sweat as he sat down.

Han Jing's gaze at Han Chen made some of the children who had some thoughts about her unhappy!

One Han Ling has almost occupied all of Han Jing's attention.

Now there is another Han Chen.

On what basis did the two brothers take advantage of them?

Therefore, the children of the clan are eager to try.

One of them, a boy dressed in blue, was 15 or 6 years old and jumped into the ring first.

The young man's name is Han Feng, he is quite handsome, and his bearing is also extraordinary.

Han Feng arched his hand at Han Chen and said:

"Han Chen, under Han Feng."

"Dou Zhiqi, seventh stage, advanced, fifteen years old."

"Hehe, I know your name is Han Feng."

"You're very interesting to that Han Jing, aren't you?"

"I hate that stinky woman the most, your taste really makes me extremely speechless."

"So, I'm going to beat you up, hehe!"

Han Chen didn't hide his dislike for Han Jing at all.

There is a kind of liking called love and black, and there is a dislike called disgust called hating house and black.

To be honest, Han Jing is definitely the kind of little beauty who is cute everywhere.

It's a pity that Han Chen is a freak.

Not only did he dislike Han Jing, but he also had an inexplicable disgust, as if it was instinct.

"Smash me?"

"I'm afraid you don't have that ability!"

Han Feng sneered, stepped forward first, and smashed his fist at Han Chen.

Han Chen dodged sideways, and Han Feng followed with a fierce attack, kicking Han Chen's head like a whip.

Han Chen smiled "hehe" and hit Han Feng's calf with his small fist, and his fist speed was amazing.

The fists and legs collided, and there was a muffled sound.

Han Feng was shaken back, but Han Chen stood in place.

Looking at the grinning man who rubbed his legs and bared his teeth, Han Chen said:

"Hehe, if you have any tricks, use them quickly."

"This kind of soft attack has no effect on me, and the end of the enemy will be very miserable!"

Being so humiliated by the little kid who was four years younger than himself and had not yet begun to develop, Han Feng finally became angry.

Stared at Han Chen fiercely and said:

"You can't blame me for your own death!"

"Pick me up with a whirlwind leg!"

Saying that, Han Feng mobilized the fighting qi in his body to gather in his right leg, and quickly kicked towards Han Chen with a slight sound of breaking wind.

"Hey, good guy!"

Han Chen was not afraid of Han Feng's fierce kick with all his might.

Just clenched his little fist and greeted it.

This time, it used eighty percent of the power.

The fists and legs collided again, but there was a "click" sound of bones breaking.

What followed was a miserable scream from Han Feng.

"Cut, vulnerable!"

"Come on, someone drag this guy down who is in the way, who else is going to come up and challenge?"

"Hey, hey."

Han Chen shouted as if he was fine.

And so it is.

Han Chen was born with divine power, and his body had been forged under the fighting qi for another three years, and his body strength became stronger and stronger.

Besides, there is not much difference between the fighting spirit of the two.

It was difficult for an attack like Han Feng to cause damage to Han Chen.

Even if he used fighting skills.

With the strength of Han Feng's seven-stage fighting qi, those who are qualified to cultivate in the clan are only the Yellow Rank Fighting Skills.

That "Whirlwind Leg" is just a yellow-level high-level fighting technique.

Originally, the power was not large, and the power of exerting the power with the qi of the seven-stage fighting was even more discounted.

Fighting skills, fighting skills, can only exert their true power by exerting their fighting spirit.

Han Feng was carried out of the ring for treatment in the surprise of all the children.

Han Chen still stood on the stage with a smile, provoking the children who were carried down from time to time.

Anger rose in the hearts of the people.

But most of them dare not speak out and are discouraged.

You must know that the strength of Han Feng's seven-stage fighting qi can be regarded as the best among young children.

After all, not everyone is as too big as Han Ling.

"Hey, Han Jing, nasty woman, aren't you coming up?"

"Come up and let me punch a few punches out of my breath!"

Han Chen suddenly shouted at Han Jing.

Han Chen's previous tease of the Third Elder Han Shen and the strength shown by defeating Han Feng made Han Jing's perception of Han Chen change drastically.

I also have some good feelings about it.

Women are so fickle, especially smart women.

Han Jing is definitely a smart woman, uh, a girl.

Therefore, she understood that she should no longer oppose Han Chen, or despise him.

Han Chen's performance among his peers was enough to make her face up to it and get close to her.

Therefore, Han Chen was so upright at the moment, and she unabashedly showed her dislike for herself.

I said depressedly:

Do you hate me that much?

You don't have long eyes, don't you see that I'm a beauty?!

Therefore, Han Jing glanced at Han Chen sadly.

This scene made her admirers completely angry!

These weak children secretly discussed.

It was decided to use wheel battles to consume Han Chen's physical strength and fighting spirit, so as to defeat him in one fell swoop.

So one by one, the children took turns on the field, but they were defeated one by one.

One punch!

Just one punch!

One punch for one person!

Han Chen defeated more than a dozen clansmen one after another.

After the fight, Han Chen still stood in the ring fiercely, smirking at his father and brother.

From time to time, he scolded Han Jing for "stinky woman, annoying woman".

Han Chen's strength shocked the audience, and even Han Mo was surprised.

Only Han Ling remained unmoved.

"Patriarch, is Han Chen really just a fifth-stage fighting qi?"

The third elder on the side, Han Shen, asked.

"It's really the Qi of the Five-Stage Fight."

Han Mo really didn't doubt this.

Because he had just tested it for Han Ling and Han Chen yesterday.

"Then how could Han Chen be so powerful?"

"It's only the fifth stage of fighting qi, shouldn't this be!?"

At this time, Han Ling, who was standing behind Han Mo, spoke.

"Father, Third Elder, you should know that Xiao Chen is born with divine power."

"As he gets older, Xiao Chen's strength is getting bigger and bigger."

"Recently, I've been fighting against Xiao Chen a lot, and I'm also very troubled by his divine power."

"If you don't resist with fighting spirit, it's hard to resist his strength."

"I think Xiao Chen's true strength should be on par with a one-star fighter."

"One-star fighter?!"

Third Elder Han Shen said in astonishment.

"Well, if I hadn't taken the Gathering Spirit Pill and was directly promoted from a one-star fighter to a four-star fighter, it would have been difficult for me to defeat him."

Han Ling smiled.

Third Elder Han Shen was a little speechless.

At the same time, he looked at Han Mo with a slight strangeness, and muttered in his heart:

This guy is also a change of wife, an old change of wife!

Born two little changes too!

"Hehe, I didn't expect my two sons to be so good."

"God treats me well!"

Han Mo smiled lightly.

Mu Yi, the two little guys you left me are amazing!

Did you see that?

You're happy for them, too!

"It's almost time for the farce to end."

An indifferent voice rang out.

A white shadow in the crowd jumped up and landed steadily in the ring.

"Han Chen, is it enough to be arrogant?"

"Get out of the stage yourself, so that you don't suffer from flesh and skin."

"Huh?"

"Cousin Han Leng, that, I won't get out, you can show me first, okay?"

Han Chen pouted and said "aggrieved".

"Han Leng?"

"There's trouble now."

"Third Elder, this Han Leng is already a three-star fighter, right?"

Han Mo frowned and asked.

"Yes, indeed."

"Just reached a three-star fighter a month ago."

"A twenty-year-old three-star fighter, such a talent is not bad."

The Third Elder replied.

There is also some depression in my heart:

How come the talented children of this clan have all gone to the two rooms of the patriarch and the great elder!

Han Leng, the eldest grandson of the Great Elder, and the elder brother of Han Yue and Han Jing.

For some reasons within the clan, he never went to Roland College.

What he cultivated was a water attribute Xuan-level intermediate exercise: Water Condensation Technique.

and a low-level fighting skill: Torrent Burial.

Although Han Ling affirmed Han Chen's strength.

But it will also be a little dangerous to face a three-star fighter.

wanted to come to the stage to replace Han Chen, but was stopped by his father Han Mo.

Han Mo looked at his son Han Chen in the ring and was not afraid of facing Han Leng, and said to Han Ling:

"This is a battle that belongs to Chen'er, since he hasn't given up, you can't replace him."

"He can't hide behind you and be protected by you for the rest of his life."

"Besides, it's good to let him suffer a little setback."