The change happened suddenly, and no one expected that the sword in Han Feng's hand would actually face Liji. Pen~Fun~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Heizi was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shouted: "Mom! my medicine, my medicine!"

Han Feng was still holding his sword flat at Liji, ignoring the call of the sunspot. Elder Pugong and others also surrounded him, but they were afraid that they would get too close and force this "madman" to hurt the beauty.

Elder Pugong was a person who had seen the world after all, and seeing that Han Feng's appearance didn't look like a joke, he took a breath and said, "You...... Does she really listen to what you say?"

Li Ji hurriedly said: "Listen, listen! I ...... Do I dare not listen?"

Hearing this, Elder Pugong frowned and stared at Han Feng. He had tried the foundations of several people with his music skills before, and this man was the only one who not only did not retreat but also moved forward, he could tell who defeated him and who could marry Lijiao, which shows that he is very confident in kung fu.

This man is not an easy man.

And Han Feng didn't point out the opponent, which also caused everyone else present to think about doing something with him. Some of those people didn't see Han Feng's methods against Elder Pugong, seeing that he was not burly, he was more or less lucky, and they were eager to try.

Elder Pugong waved his hand, and Ngawang had already been let go. Among the people who tied him up was someone who translated Han Feng's words with him, he thought about things and didn't care that the other party was his savior, but as soon as he was free, he threw himself into the tent again, and shouted at Han Feng A word of challenge from the Di clan.

Others saw that someone was taking the lead, and most of them chose to wait and see what happened, wanting to find out the bottom of Han Feng, but there were also a few people who were afraid that Ngawang would be able to defeat Han Feng, so that the beauty would fall into the hands of others, but as soon as this idea turned around, he was rejected by himself again: even if Ngawang could get the beauty, his own people would have other means to kill him later, anyway, the people in the yurt were all powerful people in the village, and no one could condemn them.

When Han Feng saw Ngawang rushing over, he couldn't help but be angry and funny, thinking that this person was really a bad person, and he couldn't even see through such a simple truth. His kung fu was much higher than that of Ngawang, and he waited for him to pounce in front of him before he took a step back, and at the same time, his ape arm stretched out, hooked Ngawang's belt and tugged forward.

He didn't use too much effort, but just borrowed the momentum of Ah Wang's forward pounce, and Ah Wang pounced, and was taken by him, unable to retract the momentum, and naturally fell into the mud.

Ngawang scrambled to his feet and wiped his face with his hand, not yet figuring out how he had fallen. Falling on the blanket in the yurt was more comfortable than falling on the bed at home, and it didn't hurt, except for the laughter of people around him from time to time, Ngawang didn't feel like he had lost. He had a fierce spirit, thinking that if he won the man, he would be able to get a beauty, so he pounced again.

This time he was much more careful, his movements were more ferocious, and the angles he found were more tricky. He had been able to suppress the big yak that was making trouble, so he was confident that he could win against the man in front of him, who looked tall but was not very burly.

Han Feng originally wanted to let Ngawang retreat, but seeing that he didn't give up, Han Feng was also a little angry, and secretly thought that it would be better to use him as a warning to others, so he no longer showed mercy.

Ngawang flew over, his elbow was horizontal, and he went to Han Feng's heart, Han Feng blocked his elbow with his left hand, stepped on the ground with his feet, and with a flick of his right hand, he turned the forward momentum of Ngawang into a downward one. Ah Wang couldn't regain his momentum, and suddenly fell to the ground, his head even hit the ground, at first glance, it looked like he kowtowed to Han Feng.

Han Feng seemed to press Ngawang's shoulder with one hand, but in fact, he used fifty or sixty percent of his strength, making him unable to get up. Ngawang's teeth clucked, his knees were against the carpet, and he couldn't stand up with the strength of the milk. He struggled for a long time, and finally realized that he was far from this man.

Han Feng restrained Ngawang with one move, causing a commotion among the surrounding spectators. Although these people knew that they were not necessarily inferior to Ngawang, they also knew that they would never be able to subdue him so easily on their own. Many people discussed and secretly withdrew from the crowd preparing for the battle, and chose to watch the excitement, and some people directly set their eyes on Elder Pugong.

Elder Pugon's voice is not only capable of frightening enemies, but also forcing off ferocious beasts, and some even say that his voice is earth-shaking and comparable to that of the gods. Naturally, these were all beautiful words in the village, but these people still put the hope of winning Han Feng on Elder Pugong.

Of course, before Elder Pugong went into battle, a few more men who wanted to marry a daughter-in-law and wanted to get dizzy rushed up, but they were all defeated by Han Feng without making a move. He didn't use the purple gold sword from beginning to end, only relied on his hands and feet, and didn't hurt anyone, but it made the other party feel even more jealous.

Elder Pugon's face sank little by little.

Everyone else can lose, but he can't afford to lose. If he really loses in the hands of this man, the prestige he has worked so hard for most of his life will be ruined, and he will fall from the unparalleled altar to become a mortal who can also be defeated by others, and the resentments around him over the years will also explode one by one.

Elder Pugong frowned, although the girl did make him feel tempted, if he didn't get it, he felt like he was being scratched by a cat, but was it worth the price? He was not 100% sure that he could win against this person, because this person's limit was far from being forced out. He still put it away, even if he tried it with his sound skills before, he only shook it for a moment—that was still when he didn't take full precautions.

Han Feng had already knocked down the last man who came up to challenge at this time, and then he stood up unhurriedly, looking at Elder Pugong with an expressionless face. Elder Pugong had already come up with a plan to delay the army at this time, so he smiled and said, "Young man, you have come from afar, and it has been hard. Now after a night of fighting, it is inevitable to get tired. I don't want to take advantage of you, so it's better for you to rest and rest until tomorrow. ”

He said it politely, but Han Feng didn't appreciate it. Han Feng turned his wrist and said with a smile: "It's okay." Now I've just started my activity and I'm playing smoothly. You didn't come here to take advantage of me, but to take advantage of me. ”

Elder Pugong was forced to retreat by his words, and his heart was about to make a move, but at this time, a person outside the tent suddenly spoke: "Since this is the case, then I will meet you." ”

The man's voice was crisp and pleasant, like the murmuring of a mountain spring, flowing through the hearts of everyone in the yurt. The voice was obviously a woman's, and she spoke very fluently, even with the orthodox pronunciation of the imperial capital. This is official language, even if it is from the Yu and Wanrou, it can't be said, let alone the girls of the Yedi clan.

And this voice was familiar to Han Feng.

Mingxi.

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