"What?," Han Yiyuan looked surprised, and then shook his head and said in denial: "Impossible, although Xiaoguang is young, his fighting spirit is already a fourth-grade, how can my Feng'er be Xiaoguang's opponent, let alone injure him." ”

At this time, Han Feng also walked out of the house. He naturally heard what the other party said just now, and said secretly in his heart: "Sure enough, this guy won't let me go easily." ”

"Feng'er, why did you come out!" Han Yiyuan knew what kind of person he was, the titular seventh brother. When he saw Han Feng come out, he hurriedly stopped him behind him.

"Dad, it was Han Feng who injured me today, I don't know what evil method he used, but he defeated me in a few clicks. You have to avenge me. Han Guang, who had not spoken, saw Han Feng appear and shouted at Han Zhengping.

Han Zhengping snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "Don't worry, Guang'er, my father will make decisions for you in this matter." ”

When Han Yiyuan heard this, his face couldn't help but change greatly, although he was angry in his heart, he knew that he was not the opponent of the other party, so for the safety of his son, he had to whisper: "Zhengping, Feng'er is still a child, even if you do something wrong, you have a lot of adults, don't worry about children." ”

"You can finish the matter without thinking about it, so won't my son be beaten in vain?" Han Zhengping took a few steps forward and said fiercely.

"Then I was almost killed by your son last time, what should I do?" Han Feng said lightly.

"That's a martial arts competition, your skills are not as good as others, and you can't blame anyone if you kill you. But today, you first took my son to gamble, but lost the debt, Guang'er argued with you, you beat Guang'er if you didn't agree, and finally snatched all his money. If I tell the patriarch about this, you will wait to be expelled from the family. Han Zhengping said unashamedly.

Han Feng saw that Han Yiyuan was confused, so he had to briefly explain what happened, and after listening to what Han Feng said, Han Yiyuan couldn't help but say angrily: "Zhengping, it's obviously your Han Guang's fault, you actually slandered Feng'er, I didn't even settle accounts with you last time, and you dare to spew blood." ”

"What do you mean by this, bastard, why do you call me slandering him, why don't you go to the patriarch to comment on who he will believe?" Han Zhengping said with a smug face.

As soon as Han Yiyuan heard that he was looking for the patriarch, he was speechless, although he knew that the matter was not about Han Feng, but with the status of Han Zhengping and Han Guang in the family, everyone was afraid that they would face him, and in the end, it would definitely be his father and son who would suffer.

"Then what do you want?" Han Yiyuan suppressed the anger in his heart and planned to calm things down.

When Han Zhengping heard this, he couldn't help but be even more proud, and said arrogantly: "I'm actually very talkative, as long as you take out a hundred gold coins and ask this little bastard to apologize to Guang'er, I won't care about this matter for the time being, what do you think?"

"One hundred gold coins, where did I get a hundred gold coins?" Han Yiyuan couldn't help but exclaim when he heard the other party ask for a hundred gold coins. In order to treat Han Feng's injuries before, Han Yiyuan had already spent all the family's savings, where could he still come up with the money.

"If you don't give it, then wait to be expelled from the family, and your son will be punished by the clan rules. Han Zhengping threatened fiercely.

"Okay, then let's go to the patriarch to evaluate and see if they believe that a second-grade martial artist can defeat a fourth-grade martial artist in three or two moves. Doesn't that mean that your son is more useless than the waste in my mouth?" Han Feng walked up to the two of them and said.

"You ......" Han Zhengping suddenly became angry when he heard this.

At this time, Han Guang, who was standing next to him, was equally furious when he heard this, and he took advantage of Han Feng's back to him and smashed it towards Han Feng with a fierce punch. During the day today, he lost badly.

However, Han Guang would not have expected that the current Han Feng was no longer the Han Feng who let him beat and bully him.

Even if it is a hard-fought competition, with Han Feng's current cultivation of the basic five grades, he is already stronger than him, not to mention, Han Feng has four hundred years of memory, countless divine skills in his heart, and countless life-and-death battles with masters of all levels, how can Han Guang imagine?

If Han Guang attacked Han Feng openly, the result might be even better, because in front of his father, Han Feng would be somewhat merciful, but now he chose to sneak attack, but he was asking for his own hardship.

Finding that there was something wrong behind him, Han Feng subconsciously struck a backpalm, and the five-grade fighting qi that was not majestic was instantly condensed by him on the edge of his palm, and slashed Han Guang's throat fiercely.

Finally, Han Feng came back to his senses in time and collected most of his fighting energy, but even so, Han Guang was overwhelmed, and before he could even let out a scream, he was stunned and fell straight backwards.

"Guang'er!" Han Zhengping exclaimed, his figure flashed, rushed to his son, and grabbed his body.

Finding that his son had just fainted, Han Zhengping breathed a sigh of relief, but when he turned his head to look at Han Feng, a trace of fierceness suddenly appeared on his face.

"Little bastard, you dare to hurt my son!"

Before the words fell, Han Zhengping slapped Han Feng in front of him.

Han Zhengping actually shot at his juniors regardless of his identity. This time, he finally didn't use all his strength, but he also condensed a little bit of fighting energy, with the level of fighting spirit of the third rank of others, if this palm was solid, I am afraid that Han Feng would be seriously injured if he did not die.

"Stop!"

Han Yiyuan yelled. He didn't expect Han Zhengping to be so brazen, and when he saw him slap his palm, he was only shocked, but it was too late for him to save him.

Subconsciously closed his eyes, Han Yiyuan thought that his son was already in danger, but when he opened his eyes again, he found that his son was standing calmly in place, while his own brother snorted and took half a step back, with a shocked and angry expression on his face.

Although he couldn't figure out what kind of trick this was, Han Yiyuan's hanging heart fell back into his chest. He hurriedly took a few steps in front of his son.

Although he knew that he was not Han Zhengping's opponent, he still firmly protected his son, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Feng'er, run!"

"Daddy, don't worry, he can't hurt me. Han Feng walked out from behind his father, stood opposite Han Zhengping with his hands in his hands, and said lightly.

His thin and small body seemed to be weak, but at this moment, Han Yiyuan seemed to see a peerless master, firmly protecting him, and the inexplicable momentum made Han Yiyuan's movements pause.

Thinking of his son's miraculous performances one after another, Han Yiyuan held back the uneasiness in his heart, chose to believe in his son, and stood aside. However, after all, he still didn't completely put his mind at ease, secretly gathered the fighting spirit of his whole body, and was ready to rescue his son at any time.