[147] Get Out of Here

Han Feng said lazily: "It's very comfortable, come again!"

Chang Wenhua's face flushed with anger.

Puchi...

Under the ring, Han Rou burst out laughing, and the other Han family members shrugged their shoulders and finally couldn't help laughing as well.

If it wasn't for knowing that Han Feng and Chang Wenhua were competing, and just listening to Han Feng's words, he might have been misled by others.

Chang Wenhua's face was distorted, and the anger in his heart was rising.

After a few swipes, Chang Wenhua stepped back, stretched out his arms, and the ice-blue air flow was constantly entwining around Chang Wenhua's arms.

"Air-conditioning gun!!"

bang...

The icy blue airflow blasted out like a cannonball.

Along the way, a thin layer of ice formed on the ground;

Han Feng glanced at it, still not paying attention.

It stands to reason that Han Feng's actions should make everyone nervous, but for some reason, the younger generation of the Han family has no such feeling at all. .

...

The air flow bombarded Han Feng, and soon, Han Feng was surrounded by ice-blue mist.

Chang Wenhua grinned: "This kind of fog is even lower than the previous temperature, I don't believe you can resist it!"

But when the ice-blue mist gradually dissipated, Chang Wenhua was stunned.

Han Feng's body didn't change at all. In the deep icy blue mist, there was not even a single drop of water on his clothes, hair and eyebrows.

"Impossible...it's impossible!" Chang Wenhua shook his head and shouted.

Han Feng sneered: "It's impossible, you're too cold."

This kind of ridicule made Chang Wenhua go crazy, Chang Wenhua took a few breaths, and pondered coldly in his heart: "This guy, if I remember correctly, the ordinary fire in his body is roughly comparable to the middle grade, is it ordinary fire? reason?"

Chang Wenhua's guess was indeed correct, it was indeed Fan Huo.

If Han Feng was also a human-level 2-star, he would have to have mortal fire come out of his body, and it would take a lot of effort to resist Chang Wenhua's attack so that his body would not be frozen.

It's a pity that Han Feng has not only reached the mid-level 8-star human level, but also has reached the mid-level limit of ordinary fire, and a small part of it has been transformed into green luan jade fire.

The superposition of all kinds resulted in that Han Feng only needed a small part of the ordinary fire energy to flow along the meridians, which was enough to resist Chang Wenhua's icy energy, and there was no need to blast the ordinary fire out of his body at all.

"Breaking the Ice Tail!!"

Chang Wenhua doesn't believe in evil, the ice attribute in his body is infuriating, and the ice-blue airflow entangles Chang Wenhua, eventually forming a ferocious monster. The monster has a slender ice-blue tail, and the end of the tail is a sharp ice thorn.

Suddenly, the troll's ice-blue tail flew out wildly.

Chang Wenhua gritted his teeth: "Ice can't freeze you, could it be that this attack can't knock you back?"

But the follow-up development made Chang Wenhua's pupils shrink.

I saw that Han Feng didn't dodge, but stuck his chest out, so he went up to him.

The imaginary dismemberment did not appear, but the ice-blue ice tail shattered with a crackling sound.

"This... this is not a level at all." Under the ring,

Except for a small number of younger generations who worship Han Feng, older people like Han Mo have always been able to look at problems from a neutral and bystander perspective.

From the beginning to the end, Han Feng did not take Chang Wenhua's attack to heart at all, and in fact it proved that Chang Wenhua's attack was like being bitten by a mosquito to Han Feng, and it did no harm at all.

This can only show that the gap between Han Feng and Chang Wenhua is too great, and the levels they stand on are completely different.

Han Mo said with a wry smile: "This kid, I'm afraid that he is already a middle-level human-level powerhouse with four stars. Even me, I guess it's not as good."

Han Mo himself can't tell what it feels like to be surpassed by his cousin who is almost six years younger than him.

...

Chang Wenhua stared blankly at Han Feng, never expecting that his three attacks would turn out to be such a situation.

Han Feng grinned and said, "Three moves have passed, it's my turn to take action."

Suddenly, Han Feng's face was icy cold: "Chang Wenhua, you have repeatedly insulted my Han family and my cousin cousin, and even have murderous intentions towards my Han family members during the family trial, and even killed a few of me. Han family elite, now, your retribution is coming."

Chang Wenhua's face changed greatly: "You...you want to kill me? No, you can't do that!"

The three major families compete with each other, and naturally they also assassinate each other, but it is only in the dark, and the bright side still maintains that trace of harmony.

If they kill each other on the bright side, the harmonious situation of the whole city within a city will be broken.

Looking at the fearful Chang Wenhua, Han Feng sneered in his heart. Han Feng knew that since the Chang family and the Xuanming Sect did indeed have an alliance, the harmony on the surface would be broken sooner or later. The day's Xuanmingzong entered the sect disciple assessment.

Anyway, it will be broken sooner or later, so what if it is advanced now?

But then Han Feng's eyes narrowed, and he sneered in his heart: "It's really not suitable to kill Chang Wenhua now, and kill Chang Wenhua in front of many warriors in Renzhongcheng, only then can you give the family power and beat him fiercely. The face of Xuanmingzong."

Xuan Mingzong is going to unite with the Chang family to deal with the Han family. How can Han Feng care about Xuanmingzong's face and take revenge? You are always here, what are you afraid of!

The strongest of Xuanmingzong is only the peak of the twelve stars of the Xuanjie, and it is only half a step to the ground.

Thinking of this, Han Feng shook his head: "Tsk tsk, don't worry, I won't kill you at this time."

Chang Wenhua breathed a sigh of relief, but Han Feng's next words really changed Chang Wenhua's face: "I will let you roll down, remember, it's 'rolling' down, this is why you keep provoking me, Han Home, the price for hurting my cousin!"

Han Feng emphasized the word "roll".

Chang Wenhua roared in disbelief: "You let me go down? Think beautifully!"

...

On the high platform, Patriarch Chang couldn't sit still: "It's too much, how can there be such a humiliating person."

Just as Patriarch Chang was about to get up, Han Yu snorted coldly: "Chang's surname, young people's affairs, let the young people deal with it. Those of us who are elders should not interfere. As elders, we still have to have some face."

The implication is, if you're shameless, go for it.

Patriarch Chang's face was ugly. He used similar words to run on the Han family before, but now he was run back by Han Yu.

At this time, Ling Xuan suddenly moved his body and jumped directly from the high platform.

Patriarch Chang was overjoyed: "That's great, with Young Master Ling taking action, everything will be no problem."

Han Yu and others cursed secretly.

"Shadow Flame!!"

A mass of black flames spun and bombarded.

Han Feng threw his sleeves and robes, and the fire rushed away.

Han Feng sensed that this black flame was just a martial skill, not a different fire, and it was definitely not an opponent of a middle-grade ordinary fire.

Boom!

A wave of flames swept out, Han Feng did not move, but Ling Xuan was pushed back, instead of falling on the ring, but fell below.

Ling Xuan's face was also hard to look at.

Han Feng's footsteps moved, he appeared beside Chang Wenhua, and kicked out: "I told you to roll down, if you don't roll, you have to roll!"

"roll!"

Chang Wenhua was kicked and shot backwards, Han Feng slapped his palm, kicked again, and really kicked Chang Wenhua to the ground.

With a plop, Chang Wenhua fell to the ground ruthlessly.

"You..." Chang Wenhua pointed at Han Feng with a livid face. He couldn't bear the humiliation of rolling to the ground any longer.

This mouthful of blood can be described as the blood spurting out of anger.

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