Just after suffering a small loss under carelessness, and now hearing Han Feng's big words, Han Zhengping's heart was even more angry, and he shouted in his mouth: "Little bastard, you Lao Tzu is just a second-grade human rank, just with your waste, you dare to do something with me?"

Han Feng smiled faintly: "Seventh Uncle has outstanding strength, he personally taught me, a junior of the basic second grade, it is really majestic, so evil!"

"You!" Han Zhengping was so blocked that he couldn't speak for a while, but the corner of his eye swept to his unconscious baby son, the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he yelled: "If you want me to teach you a lesson, then I will fulfill you!"

"Feng'er be careful!"

Han Yiyuan couldn't help but exclaim. Even if he decided to believe in his son, even though he knew that his son's fighting spirit had now been improved to the basic third grade, but now that Han Feng was facing a master of the third grade, how could he let him relax because of the huge gap in the strength of the two sides?

Han Yiyuan even regretted that he had promised his son just now that he would face such a powerful opponent alone. But at this time, it seems that it is a little too late to regret it, his seventh brother has been carefully cultivated by the elders of the clan since he was a child, and his strength is still above him, and now he is suddenly attacking, even if he is fully guarded, he can't stop his first blow.

However, to Han Yiyuan's surprise and delight, his son seemed to be ...... to this third-grade master Seem...... Seem...... Didn't fall into the wind.

In the blink of an eye, the two figures, one big and one small, had already fought together, and what made Han Yiyuan feel incredible was that his son was not only injured without a move, but instead went back and forth with Han Zhengping, and had a lot of fun.

Moreover, as Han Yiyuan gradually relaxed, with his eyes, it was not difficult to find that it was his son who had the upper hand at this time!

The three products of the human level are not the basic three products!

The three products of the human level are not the basic three products?

If he had heard this sentence before today, Han Yiyuan would have listened to it as a joke. What are you kidding? Rank suppression is not a joke, if you want to talk about martial arts talent, he is a few points stronger than Han Zhengping, if the two sides are equal in fighting spirit, he must not be his opponent, and now, just because of his fighting spirit level, he has suppressed himself a head, and he has fought with him several times before, each time he is tied, and in the end he is defeated.

There is only one grade difference in the level of vindictiveness, and it is already like this, now with the gap between his son and Han Zhengping, no matter how he thinks about it, it should be reasonable that his son is beaten all over the ground looking for teeth, but the facts in front of him completely subvert Han Yiyuan's common sense.

However, after looking at it for a while, Han Yiyuan gradually discovered the mystery.

In the battle group, the son relied on his thinness and flexibility, drilling around in the shadow of Han Zhengping's palm wind fist, not giving the opponent a chance to face it head-on, and he was like a roundworm in Han Zhengping's heart, he knew his next move well, and stood in the dead corner of the move in advance, attacking the enemy in advance and saving him, cutting off the opponent's possible killing moves.

Some of Han Feng's pace moves, Han Yiyuan couldn't see the mystery at first, but after recalling it, combined with the changes in the battle situation, Han Yiyuan gradually figured out the subtlety of those moves, for him, a martial artist who is obsessed with martial arts, it was like a drunkard drinking old wine, but unfortunately, the two sides fought too fast, Han Yiyuan's thinking was a little unable to keep up, and when he wanted to understand the beauty of Han Feng's moves, his son had already made seven or eight moves.

Compared with Han Yiyuan, who was watching from the sidelines, Han Zhengping, who was in the battle situation, felt differently at this time.

After all, the gap in fighting spirit is too big, and by now, Han Feng has long been unable to hide his true fighting spirit cultivation of the basic five grades, however, for Han Zhengping, whether the opponent is the basic second grade or the basic fifth grade, in fact, there is not much difference, what really frightens him is Han Feng's ability to anticipate the enemy's opportunities.

Every move and style of his own was truncated halfway through, and the position occupied by the opponent and the moves he made were all in the most uncomfortable place for him, and he had the absolute overwhelming fighting spirit, but he could not beat that flexible figure.

Occasionally, the two sides intersected with their fists, Han Zhengping thought that he had taken the lead and could solve the battle in one fell swoop, but the result was that his fighting spirit was strangely led to the empty place, and the opponent's weak fighting spirit should not have the slightest effect on him, but the fact is that every time he hits, he makes himself feel pain in his heart and lungs, although he is not injured because of this, but if it continues like this, I am afraid that his disadvantage is getting bigger and bigger.

The more Han Zhengping fought, the more aggrieved he felt, he even preferred that he was facing a master whose fighting spirit far surpassed his own, and that he would rather be solved by someone with one move than suffer like this torture again. If he continued to fight like this, Han Zhengping was only afraid that he would not hurt his opponent, but he would vomit blood uncomfortably because of depression.

Han Zhengping's chest was depressed, and at this moment, there were bursts of cheers in his ears.

"The master's magic is world-famous, why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy quickly, little bastard?"

"Yes, this punch is really wonderful!"

"Wow, the master's martial arts seem to have improved a little more, and the little ones are really out of reach!"

......

The two slaves brought by Han Zhengping were loud, and the two seemed to be in a game, and neither of them wanted to lose the other party's flattery.

It's just that these two slaves didn't understand at all, and their words made Han Zhengping even worse and even more angry.

They only saw that their old man was domineering and majestic, so they thought that he had the absolute upper hand and was playing with the seemingly weak child, so the two naturally would not let go of this opportunity and flattered him a lot.

Listening to these praises that seemed to be mocking, Han Zhengping was ashamed and angry, especially when he saw Han Yiyuan's forced smile on the side, he finally couldn't bear it, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the airtight move finally showed a flaw.

Such a great opportunity, how could Han Feng miss it, he changed his previous momentum of constantly dodging, and blasted a heavy punch towards Han Zhengping's lower abdomen. When Han Zhengping hurriedly blocked it, he realized that this was just a false move, which caused the empty door in his chest to be exposed. However, it was too late, and before Han Zhengping had a chance to change his moves, his chest was lightly connected by Han Feng's seven fingers.

Suddenly, Han Zhengping seemed to lose the strength of his whole body in an instant, and fell down softly, but Han Feng was unforgiving, and kicked him unconscious with a flying kick.

"Smack. ”

"Smack. ”

Two bodies, one large and one small, fell to the ground one after another. The difference is that Han Zhengping was beaten unconscious, while Han Feng exhausted all his strength, and there was no way to rely on his own strength to stand firm when he landed. His last seven fingers were too frustrating.