【One Hundred】The First Battle

"Sister Lin!"

Han Feng pulled Lin Qingshan anxiously. After all, this is the Xuanyuan Arena, and it is someone else's territory.

The old man Zhang's expression froze.

Having been here for so long, no one dared to speak to him like that for a long time.

The old man Zhang was about to get angry when Lin Qingshan flashed away and burst out with the aura belonging to the late 11-star human level.

"It turned out to be a human-level eleven-star master, the old man, I kicked the iron plate."

Han Feng hurriedly said at this time: "Senior, the junior is here to apologize to you for my sister. The junior is not arrogant, but has that strength. Well, the junior fights five times a day, and the senior can watch from the side. With a little breath, the senior can end the junior's game, and the junior will lose without a fight."

Old Man Zhang's original intention was indeed to be good to Han Feng, although he was a little annoyed by Lin Qingshan, but he was so strong that Old Man Zhang could only endure it.

Now that Han Feng apologized, the old man Zhang's anger dissipated a lot.

The old man Zhang smiled bitterly: "Well, since that's the case, it's up to you. I'll be watching from the side."

The reason why Old Man Zhang intervened was also because of Han Feng's good talent. He didn't want a genius to die unfortunately on the way. He didn't want to target Han Feng.

"Miss, I used to have a lot of mood swings for the old man. If you offend the lady, please don't care."

Lin Qingshan exhaled: "I'm also in a hurry to speak."

At this moment, Xiaomeng secretly wiped a cold sweat and inserted in the middle: "Mr. Han, Miss Lin, I will take you to your room."

...

Xiaomeng brought the two of them to a room and said, "Mr. Han, maybe your strength is really strong on the first floor, but after all, you have no record, so you can only live in a lower-class room on the first floor. When Mr. Han, you have four If you win in a row, you can enter the middle room, and if you win seven in a row, you can enter the upper room."

"If you can achieve ten consecutive victories, Mr. Han, you will even be able to enter the special room."

"These rights are always valid. Even if you leave and come back in the future, you can still live in a room of the corresponding level until you, Mr. Han, enter the second floor."

"The lower-class rooms on the second floor are no less than the first-class rooms on the first floor."

Entering the lower-class room on the first floor, Han Feng immediately covered his nose with his sleeve. There was a lot of dust in the house. As soon as the door was opened, a cloud of dust swayed.

Lin Qingshan's mouth twitched, and then she gritted her teeth: "Brother, hurry up and fight, this house is not inhabited at all."

Xiao Meng looked embarrassed.

Han Feng waved his hand to let Xiaomeng leave, and then started cleaning up with his own hands, sorting out two places to sit.

"Sister Lin, you will be able to change the room tomorrow. This room is not worth our careful cleaning. It's enough to be able to sit down like this now. It will be changed tomorrow anyway."

Han Feng said and sat down.

There are only two people now, Lin Qingshan lifted the veil and rolled her eyes: "You men are so careless, I can't do it, get out of the way, I'll clean it up."

When it comes to doing housework, women seem to be better than men, and Lin Qingshan will soon be able to clean it up.

A hint of warmth suddenly rose in Han Feng's heart: "It would be great if it had always been like this." Lin Qingshan's behavior made Han Feng think of a small and warm family.

When he was a child in his previous life, Han Feng also experienced such a family. His father went out to work,

Mothers do housework and cook at home, each has their own responsibilities, but unfortunately...

"Brother, what are you thinking?" After Lin Qingshan cleaned up, she couldn't help asking when she saw Han Feng in a daze.

Han Feng suddenly came back to his senses, a little embarrassed: "Hehe...hehe, nothing."

Lin Qingshan knew that Han Feng didn't want to talk, so she didn't ask any more.

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front desk.

Xiaomeng asked old man Zhang: "Senior Zhang, how do you arrange it?"

The old man Zhang stroked his beard and said, "According to the rules, the first three games are one-star, two-star, and three-star early."

"In the next two games, I arranged for him two ordinary three-star peaks, which just happened to let me observe whether that kid was bragging."

"Even if it is bragging, with the cultivation base of others at the peak of the three-star level, fighting against the peak of the ordinary human-level three-star peak will not cause any disability or incurable injury."

Xiaomeng chuckled: "Senior, your heart is still so soft."

"I thought you would arrange five 3-star peaks for him, and there are more powerful 3-star peak warriors to retaliate against him."

Old man Zhang snorted coldly, "Old man, I'm not that bad yet."

"Of course, this is also the guy with clear eyes, not like a liar, and gave me the old man's steps to go down. If the old man bothers that kid again, it will mean that the old man is ignorant and stubborn."

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The time of the night passed.

On the second day, Xuanyuan Arena became noisy again, and various battle cries rang out in the battle hall.

"Early senior."

Han Feng saw Old Man Zhang and said hello.

The old man beckoned: "Boy, after three battles, you have to fight five times in a row. Warm up in advance."

Han Feng smiled without saying a word. In the early stages of a mere few people, it was nothing at all.

Seeing this, old man Zhang moved in his heart: "Maybe this kid is really powerful."

Lin Qingshan quietly followed behind Han Feng, the veil covering her beautiful face again.

Han Feng was in the background, looking at the arena in the battle hall.

The two sides of the battle were two stars of human rank. The two of them came and went. In the end, a man in a blue shirt prevailed slightly and won the victory.

Next, the second and third.

These two battles are very intense in the eyes of ordinary people or ordinary warriors, but in Han Feng's view, they are very boring.

"It's your turn." The old man Zhang's voice suddenly sounded, and Han Feng walked into the arena from the backstage with a calm expression.

As soon as Han Feng appeared, there was an uproar around him. Han Feng was too young. How strong can he be at such an age?

For a while, many people were disappointed, thinking that there was almost nothing to watch in this game.

Some warriors who use the game to gamble, because they don't know much about Han Feng, they don't rashly set any bets.

On the audience stage, a certain middle-aged man squinted his eyes: "It turns out that his name is Han Feng, hmph, it's better to lose, otherwise I'll let him know that this arena, not just any kid can come."

This middle-aged man is the wretched uncle Han Feng and Lin Qingshan met yesterday.

"Please!"

"Please!"

In the arena, both Han Feng and the other party saluted, and the other party suddenly attacked.

It was a sneak attack!

Han Feng's expression remained the same. The opponent attacked quickly and went back even faster. In the blink of an eye, he flew backwards and fell off the stage.