Han Yunxiang seems to have returned to his childhood, when his parents had been away for a long time, and he trained with the family elders. Because he was too naughty, he secretly ate the precious herbs of the medicine field and was severely punished.

With a small body, carrying a burden of dozens of catties, he ran in the mountains of Qianlong Island, and he couldn't stop until it was dark.

That taste is unforgettable, I don't want to think about it, but I remember it vividly. Tiredness, hardship, and the slightest despair, mixed with unwillingness, he roared, kept roaring, to break free from the shackles of heaven and earth.

"Open!"

He has a bad brain, can't give advice, has nothing else to do, is not used by the family, and relies on his grandfather for shelter. There was a raging flame in his eyes, and the time to prove himself had come, and he had to keep up with Yun Hao's pace and not be left behind!

Zhihai exploded violently and transformed into a three-zhang wide pool, Han Yunxiang straightened his body, stood firmly, and faced the thunderbolt on his head without fear.

"Rock Strength!"

With a punch, the wind and clouds changed color, and he finally took a crucial step to achieve Feisheng.

"Haha, what's the point of this kind of martial arts competition!" Han Yunxiang pretended to be disdainful, and his words were stern: "Why don't you accumulate strength and defend against the invasion of foreign enemies on the mainland!"

"Victory belongs to you, lucky Fei boy!" Fei Yangqing winked, he turned over to the harrier behind him and jumped off the stage.

"Shibei three days, be impressed!" Gu Feinan calmed down and sneered: "Who did you get the instructions to deliberately preach like this, laying the groundwork for a series of conspiracies behind." ”

"Hey, hey!" Han Yunxiang scratched his head and smirked. When the others in the audience heard this, they nodded thoughtfully.

The wind is descending from the rivers of the country, and it is no longer what it used to be, and the competition in Aluma City cannot change the final outcome. If there is no hidden conspiracy here, it is to underestimate Gu Feiyang's IQ, and he deserves to be unlucky!

Fei Yangqing was promoted to the Flying Saint and won the first place in the original division, without having to kill the opponent against his will, which can be described as a great gain.

Gu Feiyang's indifferent eyes flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel worried in his heart, and then looked at the happy people of the Han family in the audience, and he was even more secretly envious. Born at the wrong time, creation makes people, which is the current situation.

Everything in the outside world could not escape Gu Feiyang's observation, and he muttered to himself: "Could it be my delusion? Zhao Yinxue and the others reappeared, and they didn't go to save Xiahou Hongshan and a few people, what did they do?"

"Fei Yangqing's chess piece didn't work, fortunately, there were a few stupid guys in the three western cities, hot-blooded teenagers, fighting desperately, contributing a lot of bloody aura, and finally completed a quarter. The battle of Feisheng, with Peng Men's shot, will be able to achieve his wish. ”

When he was about to achieve his goal, he couldn't help but get excited, and the scars on his face were constantly distorted, looking very hideous.

"In the first round of the Battle of the Flying Saints, Peng Hongjiang vs. Feng Lan. ”

The battle of the original division ended, and the host was instructed by Gu Feiyang to immediately conduct a competition at the Flying Saint level.

Feng Lan is from the three cities in the western part of the Snow Abyss Country, less than twenty-five years old, and the cultivation of the Flying Saint Duo is also considered a leader of the younger generation. He had just finished his introduction and was waiting for his opponent to speak.

Peng Hongjiang snorted coldly: "People who are about to die, there is no need to know who I am!"

His eyes suddenly widened, and two cold rays of light shot in front of Feng Lan.

Feng Lan sneered and said, "Carving insect skills, it's okay to scare and scare the original master, I have a cold shield to restrain you!"

Four walls of primordial qi rose around him, enveloping himself in them, shielding them from the invasion of external forces. The cold light touched the original gas wall, as if encountering a metal hard object, and it sizzled.

Feng Lan's family is subordinate to the Jin family, and the Feng family controls Hanying City in the east of Beast Killing City, there is a high mountain in the city, and there is a Hanying mine inside. The ancestor of the Feng family is also a genius, and according to the characteristics of his own bloodline, he has developed a knack for absorbing the energy of the cold quartz.

Although this kind of trick makes the disciples of the Feng Family Fei Saint emerge in an endless stream, and they will not fall into the middle of the family, there are still certain flaws, that is, it is difficult to break through to the intermediate level.

The Feng family took refuge in the Jin family in the Beast Killing City, attached themselves to the strong, and survived forever. But they were not willing to be left to the throne and were ambitious, constantly refining their methods in the hope of finding a way out of their constraints.

Feng Lan is a representative of the radicals in the family, and he has long been unable to endure the oppression of the Jin family. Why should one-third of the annual output of the Hanying Mine be handed over to the Beast City, and why can Jin Yuange lead all the disciples?

As a descendant of the lineage, a talented and hopeful star for the future of the family, the Feng family originally planned to send his eldest brother Feng Bai to participate in the recruitment of the three western cities this time. But this guy has a few stunts, and he has to replace his eldest brother and go to Aluma City to make a name for himself.

He is good at forbearance, respectful on weekdays, and greets the Jin brothers with a smile. Who knew that Jin Yuancheng was a fool, he was not good at being a teacher, and he couldn't kill others, but made himself crazy.

Feng Lan felt that the opportunity should not be missed, if he could turn the tide and win the victory at the Flying Saint level, wouldn't the Feng family's prestige surpass the Jin family?

As for the opponent's profound cultivation, he was not worried about this. The Peng brothers' Qimen stunts are comparable to the Feng family, which has been immersed in Hanyingjue for hundreds of years. There is no family surnamed Peng in the mainland, and it is estimated that he is a thug secretly cultivated by Gu Feiyang, bluffing and hiding people's eyes.

Poor Jin Yuancheng was too timid and was easily frightened. He is not the soft-footed shrimp, when he first entered the Flying Saint, he defeated the powerful Triple Flying Saint. Nowadays, it is even easier to fight beyond the level.

As expected, the Han Ying Shield was stacked layer by layer, blocking wave after wave, and finally defused the opponent's attack.

"Hanying Fist!"

Feng Lan's momentum was high, not retreating, but advancing, waving his arms, like a gibbon, his fist hit Peng Hongjiang a few feet away. If you look closely, it turns out that it is not the arm that is mutated, but the illusion caused by the thick original air flow extending the upper limb.

"Peng Fist!"

Pengmen Fengmai has always used a blade, and the body is the strongest weapon. They only collected some of the punches and improved them into Peng Fists, which was enough to deal with the enemy.

The fists greeted each other, and the difference in cultivation was immediately apparent. Peng Honghai didn't move, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of mockery. Feng Lan couldn't control her body, turned over in the air, staggered, and almost didn't stand firm.

He was shocked, his opponent's cultivation was like the waves of the sea, endless, even if there was a cold Ying Jue to resist, it still could not be completely eliminated, and the meridians were actually broken.

"I recognize ......"

This guy is different from ordinary martial artists, he stays in the green mountains, he is not afraid of running out of firewood, and Feng Lan repents.

"Kill!"

The shouts resounded in all directions, Peng Honghai grabbed the flaws exposed by Feng Lan, and his figure suddenly blocked in front. His right hand reached into his chest, stagnated slightly, the dark aura on his face flickered, turned his palm into a claw, grabbed out a heart, and crushed it.

"I am not willing to ......"

Feng Lan hissed and screamed, and countless figures shook in front of him, and finally stopped on Jin Yuange's face. The other party was full of ridicule, and it turned out that his own careful thinking was clearly known by others.

"How stupid am I!" the last thought, accompanied by darkness, fell silent.