This night, Han Feng did not rest, but was focusing on cultivation, and did not stop until the early morning of the next day.

In one night, the fighting spirit in his body has obviously increased again, and he is already close to the peak of the fourth grade, and he can hit the fifth grade fighting qi level at any time.

Feeling the speed of the growth of the fighting qi in his body, Han Feng frowned, although the current cultivation speed is not the same as in the past, but Han Feng still feels a little slow, with his current strength, it is really nothing in the family, if they want their father and son not to be bullied by those inner house disciples, they can only improve their strength as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Han Feng had a plan in his heart, in his previous life, he had a lot of research on refining pills, in order to speed up his cultivation, he decided to go outside to find some materials and come back, and refine some pills for himself.

Han Yiyuan went out again early in the morning, probably seeing Han Feng cultivating, so he didn't alarm him.

Pushing open the door, this was the first time Han Feng stepped out of the house since returning to this world. Looking at the flowers and grass outside, Han Feng felt familiar and unfamiliar.

The Han family is one of the largest families, and the entire manor is very large, so Han Feng can only rely on the long-term memory in his mind and walk along the familiar road towards the outside of the village.

"Yo! Isn't this Han Feng? How dare you run out even if you are injured? A sharp voice came into Han Feng's ears.

Han Feng, who heard the voice, looked in the direction. Four or five children as old as him were walking towards him, and after carefully recalling in his mind, Han Feng understood the identities of these people. These people are all children of the clan family, and although their status is high and low, they are not comparable to Han Feng.

Looking at these people, one of them, Han Feng, remembered that it was the culprit who beat him to a coma, and the words just now also came out of his mouth.

Han Feng didn't want to pay attention to these people, but this group of people didn't seem to intend to let Han Feng go, and stepped forward to surround them in a few steps.

"Han Feng, why are you in such a hurry to go? We are also a family, and we don't say hello when we meet?"

"That's it, are you still angry about Xiaoguang's mistake and hurt you last time? Everyone, brother, you shouldn't be so stingy. ”

Several people chattered around Han Feng and talked about it. Han Feng felt very funny, he naturally understood these people, it was nothing more than trying to make some trouble for himself.

Although these people often bullied Han Feng before, but now that he has lived to be hundreds of years old, how can he be like a few children, so it doesn't seem that he is naïve.

Han Feng smiled faintly, said hello to a few people, and then left without looking back.

These children were stunned for a moment, and then chased after them and stopped Han Feng. And the kid who stopped Han Feng before said with a smile: "Don't be in such a hurry to leave, we are just going to play a game, why don't you come together." ”

"Game?" Han Guang was stunned, and the memory buried deep in his heart was suddenly hooked.

The person in front of him, even though Han Feng remembered it for a long time, was still deeply impressed by him. This person's name is Han Guang, and he is his direct cousin, and his father is Han Yiyuan's brother and Han Feng's seventh uncle.

Han Guang, who is only nine years old this year, has reached the realm of basic fourth-level grade, and is considered a leader among the children of this generation in the clan. With such a prominent identity and extraordinary talent, he is naturally very favored by the family.

And it is this Han Guang, who relies on being favored in the family, and often gathers some children of the same age to bully him.

Han Feng still can't forget how he was toyed with and teased by them again and again, and remembered the helplessness and anger he felt when he happily got a small amount of money from his frugal father, but was snatched away by this group of people under various pretexts. Thinking of the fact that this group of people used martial arts competitions as an excuse to beat themselves all over their bodies, when his father hugged him, he felt deep pity and self-blame on his face.

Thinking of this, Han Feng couldn't help but sigh with emotion, who would have thought that after hundreds of years, he would actually return to his childhood and would experience these things again. It's just that now that I have 400 years of experience, everything will change.

Han Guang over there saw that Han Feng didn't react, so he continued: "Why don't we play Feizi Bullet, of course, it's definitely not interesting to play simply, let's add some color, and the loser has to hand over all the money on his body, how about it?"

Han Guang's proposal was naturally supported by a group of people behind him.

And Han Feng smiled secretly in his heart, he just wanted to go out to buy some medicinal herbs, and was worried about finding a place to make money, but someone brought a pillow when he dozed off. He agreed without hesitation.

Seeing Han Feng agree, several people secretly glanced at each other, and they all showed triumphant smiles. Seeing this, Han Feng didn't reveal it, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly. Since you want to play, let's play with you.

But one of the children asked with disdain, "Do you have any money in you, you are poor?"

Han Feng said indifferently: "Even if I don't have any money, my father has it, are you still afraid that my father will not be able to repay the debt." ”

A few people thought about it and felt that it was reasonable, so they had no opinions.

Feizi Bullet is actually a method used by the family to train the children of the clan to control their fighting spirit. It's just that Han Guang and the others used him as a game to play. In fact, the principle is very simple, put a few basins with shallow water on the ground irregularly, and then throw pebbles into several basins respectively, of course, it is not simply a throw, the pebbles will bounce up after hitting the first basin, and then fly to another basin, and so on, and finally down, it depends on who can hit the basin with a stone The more the number is, it is the winner.

It looks simple, but it is a kind of training that tests the control of vindictiveness.

Like before, Han Feng had also played with Han Guang several times, but at that time, he only had a second-grade fighting spirit, and his strength was very weak, so he was naturally not Han Guang's opponent. Although the level of Han Guang is not high.

However, the current Han Feng is not afraid of this flying bolt, in his previous life, he once learned a martial art of casting hidden weapons. This kind of martial art requires a very high ability to control the fighting spirit, and it took Han Feng three full years to practice this martial art at that time.

So today's flying bomb is as simple as it is for him.

The suspense was quickly lost.

When Han Feng threw the last pebble out and splashed nine shallow splashes, Han Guang and the others who were standing on the side had already looked straight at their eyes, and they lost one by one.

Especially Han Guang, he really couldn't figure it out, Han Feng obviously only had a second-grade fighting spirit, how could he win himself with a fourth-grade fighting spirit. According to his thoughts, Han Feng should be like before, crying and mourning, taking out all the meager money on his body, and then being laughed at by himself.

Today, however, the situation seems to be completely reversed.