"Stupid people, remember, the person who wants your life today, but I'm Tang Ran! Let you see today, our Han family's original sword technique!"

Tang Ran held the knife in his hand and slashed upwards at an extremely fast speed, only to see a flash of cold light, so fast that even Ye Han didn't see clearly how he cut this knife.

"Insect carving skills. ”

The corners of Han Feng's mouth were slightly raised, and his body was slightly on one side, easily avoiding this slash.

Then, with his palms, the true qi in his body was running, and he fiercely pulled out Tang Ran's heart.

As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong, Han Feng understands very well that he does not have a suitable weapon in his hand, while Tang Ran has a knife, and he must not fight from a distance, he must fight closely, only in this way can his knife not play any role.

The longer the weapon, the more ineffective it will be in the close-fitting situation.

Therefore, Han Fengda chose to fight close to him from the beginning of the battle, firstly because he wanted to reduce the effect of his knife, and secondly, because most of the Han family members did not pay much attention to the techniques of close combat, and for them, assassination was the most frequently used method.

Fighting in the open, and in close combat, they are not suitable.

Tang Ran felt Han Feng's palm, and there was even a sound of tearing the air in his ears, which showed how powerful his punch was.

He didn't dare to doubt that if he really hit Han Feng's punch, this battle would end directly.

I didn't expect that the person in front of him was stronger than I imagined, and I didn't expect that Han Feng had kept a hand in the past, and even now he was hiding his strength.

Squinting his eyes, he forcibly dropped the knife that slashed at Han Feng and stuck it on the ground, so as to retract the strength of his body, and suddenly froze in place.

"Not bad. ”

Han Feng's eyes showed appreciation, this person's reaction was not slow, if he was going to forcibly kill himself just now, then before that, his fist would definitely be able to hit him first.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the moment his body paused, the knife in his hand came out of his hand without hesitation, like an arrow from the string, and stabbed into his head.

Han Feng was on the side of his body, with a strong true qi in his hand, accurately grasped the handle of the knife, and said with a light smile: "It's my turn!"

Tang Ran saw that Han Feng was actually able to grab the handle of the knife in the air, his expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously retreated a few steps.

Han Feng didn't want to waste time, the fight just now was just a warm-up for him.

His cultivation is distinguished by rank, and he is probably in the lower middle position, such a cultivation is indeed a master in the eyes of others, but... In front of Han Feng, he is an ant.

Han Feng stepped on the arrow, and cracks faintly appeared on the ground, and then a punch hit the person in front of him with unparalleled momentum.

Tang Ran's pupils shrank violently, he now understood that his cultivation with Han Feng was not at the same level at all.

He didn't want to sit still, so he came to Ye Han in a flash, and even took out a knife and put it against Ye Han's neck, "If you dare to take a step forward, I will kill this old man!"

Han Feng stopped, his face became gloomy, he didn't expect him to be shameless to such an extent, and when he saw that he couldn't beat him, he would take Ye Han as a hostage.

"Hmph, and hand over the sword! Otherwise, I'll kill this old thing!"

Before coming back, he had checked Ye Han's identity, and naturally understood what his identity represented in the Jiang family......

"The sword must not be returned to them, you don't care about my life or death, kill him directly!"

Ye Han struggled to get out, he had been beautiful for most of his life, but he didn't want to be a drag on others at this last moment.

Han Feng put it in his hand, and a mysterious light appeared in the palm of his hand, but it was only a flash.

He didn't want to show himself too strong until he had enough strength.

"What are you doing, hurry up and find me the sword! No, ......"

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, he lay directly on the ground, his eyes were round, and he looked dead.

Ye Xuanjing turned in from the window, and the blow just now was hit by her.

"Why are you here so quickly?"

Han Feng was a little surprised, Ye Xuan said that he was going to inform the others, but he didn't expect Ye Xuan to come over so quickly.

Ye Xuan didn't have time to greet Han Feng, so she hurriedly stepped forward to untie her grandfather's rope and asked eagerly: "How are you feeling now, do you want me to send you to the divine doctor to see?"

Ye Han's face was pale, listening to Ye Xuan's words, he waved his hand again and again: "I'm not going." ”

People of the older generation like him generally value their own face, even if they are dying, they don't want to go, and the city is full of trouble.

"Good. ”

Ye Xuan also understood Ye Lao's character, nodded and agreed, and then had time to reply to Han Feng's question and said, "I rushed over by myself, just because I was afraid that you would have some accidents when you went out." ”

"Okay, by the way, Mr. Ye, where is the sword?"

To be honest, Han Feng was also very curious about where Ye Han hid the Grass Pheasant Sword, and actually let that person look for it for so long and didn't find it.

He's actually out of this world anymore. ”

Ye Han smiled bitterly and shook his head, Ye Yaxuan's eyes were round, and she looked at her grandfather in disbelief. Even Han Feng is eyelid-picked.

They all understood what the sword meant to the Han family, it was a treasure-like existence.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Ye Han's words were spread to the Han family, they would definitely cause a lot of trouble.

Han Feng is not afraid, but once the war starts, even those ordinary people will be implicated.

What kind of temperament that person is, anyone can guess.

In order to achieve the goal, no matter what.

"Mr. Ye, can you tell me more about the situation?"

Out of concern for Ye Han's safety, Han Feng asked while sending him back to his room.

After he was sent back, Ye Xuan went to find someone.

Seeing that he had been bleeding, Han Feng frowned, rummaged through the room, and found a box of silver needles.

Brush brush brush.

After a few silver needles went down one after another, Ye Han, whose face was still extremely pale, recovered his blood color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ahem, ahem!"

The person in front of him was shocked, he didn't expect Han Feng to have this kind of medical skill, it was really unpredictable, Ye Han became more and more curious about Han Feng's true identity.

Ye Han coughed violently a few times, spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood, and the injury on his thigh was not bleeding.

It was as if the whole person had returned to a normal state.

Ye Han looked at Han Feng with a shocked face and said, "I didn't expect you to have such medical skills!"

He originally thought that his strength was already powerful enough, but Han Feng frowned, he was bored and learned casually.