103 Wu Yun
Han Feng wiped the blood from his mouth, and looked up to see a man in black with eagle nose and harrier eyes standing in front of him. This man was about twenty years old, with a disheveled head, a black leather strip on his head, and a black giant sword behind his back, and at this moment he was clenching his hands into fists, gurgling, and his eyes were like fierce wolves, showing an expression of wanting to kill.
Han Feng's anger at this inexplicable punch suddenly rose, and his eyes couldn't help but widen, he leaned back with his left hand, dragged Xie Yunting behind him, and slowly raised his right hand with a clenched fist. With a sweep of Han Feng's divine sense, he knew that the other party was already a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, and if he hadn't suppressed his cultivation at the second layer of qi refining, how could he be injured by him.
"Do you want to die?"
Seeing that Han Feng did not put down Xie Yunting but raised a fist, Wu Yun's face bloomed with murderous intent, for this elite disciple of the elite, killing people is not new. This person has excellent cultivation talents, is the elite of the elite, has a fierce temperament, is irritable, and is not easy to approach. But since Xie Yunting entered the Medicine Sect, Wu Yun was infatuated with it at first sight, and he regarded Xie Yunting as a thing in the morning, if anyone moved Xie Yunting's finger, it was touching his reverse scales, and at this moment, seeing that Han Feng was carrying this woman and actually supporting her hind arm, Wu Yun was already even more angry, like a mad beast, he leaned back with one hand, and his right hand was already on the hilt of the black giant sword.
"Senior Brother Wu, don't be angry. This person is Han Feng, a new disciple of the sect, don't do it, don't do it! ”
Seeing that the situation was not good, Zou Jia stepped forward with the courage to stop in front of Wu Yun, and explained in a panic.
"Get out of here!"
Wu Yun screamed violently, and the black giant sword behind him burst out angrily, and the sword body slapped horizontally, "Bang-", which hit Zou Jia's chest, Zou Jia screamed and flew out in response.
Zou Jia flew far away, fell to the ground, spurted out a mouthful of blood, tilted his head, and fainted.
"Brother Zou!"
Han Feng screamed, and his heart suddenly ached. This Senior Brother Zou is witty and amiable, although they have not been together for a long time, they have a good care for Han Feng, and the relationship between the two is very close. At this time, he was seriously injured and fell to the ground because he was protecting himself, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, so Han Fengyan couldn't be angry. Even though he guessed who the person opposite was from Senior Brother Zou's sentence "Senior Brother Wu" just now, Han Feng was still not afraid. As soon as his mind moved, he wanted to unlock the cultivation seal in his body.
"Damn, Han boy, now that I have divine sense monitoring, it's best not to show my cultivation so obviously when it's time to die."
Xiong Kun's transmission reached Han Feng's ears.
Aggrieved! It's aggrieved!
Maybe it was because he had been with Xiong Kun for a long time and was affected, maybe Han Feng was really angry, and at this moment, Han Feng couldn't help but secretly scold vulgarly in his heart.
"Whew-"
At this moment, Wu Yun stepped forward, slashed Huashan with one skill, and the giant sword blue wolf slashed down wildly, heading straight for the top of Han Feng's head.
Before the sword arrived, a strong wind mixed with the chill of Sen Ran had already approached the top of Han Feng's head, Han Feng seemed to feel that his head seemed to be locked, and it was very difficult to twist it, the bun on his head was scattered, and he flew left and right, and he was already blown away by the sword qi.
With his existing cultivation level of the second layer of qi refining, fighting hard with a foundation building master holding a spirit sword is simply asking for his own death.
Damn, no matter, break the seal of repair!
(It's a little slow, brothers, don't worry, the speed is about to start, hehe.) )