[Fifty] Chang Wenjun Is Dead!

"Tips for carving insects!"

Han Feng didn't put Chang Wenjun's drill finger in his eyes at all, and punched it out.

The violent inner strength directly touched Chang Wenjun's fingers.

what! !

A scream rang out, and Chang Wenjun quickly stepped back, covering his fingers, his face pale.

Bean-sized sweat dripped down his forehead.

One is the first to enter the six main veins, the other is the peak of the seven main veins, and it is not an ordinary seven main veins.

Because of the Nine Flames and Different Fire Art, Han Feng's inner strength is more solid and domineering, comparable to the eight main line martial artists.

Chang Wenjun's explosive drill finger is not even in the realm of Dacheng, and the result can be imagined.

Chang Wenjun's finger was directly broken.

"Damn it, how is it possible, I am a six mainline warrior." Chang Wenjun roared in his heart, turning to Han Feng's icy face, Chang Wenjun suddenly fell into an ice cellar.

"No, this guy must have opened up seven main veins, or even eight main veins."

"There is no possibility that the Han family has so many medicinal herbs, so this kid must have cultivated by himself."

"It's really terrifying. The spies have been able to inquire about it before. I don't believe that this kid has opened three or four main veins in a month. Now it seems that it may be true."

"Otherwise, it won't climb to this level in a short period of time. We must tell the third brother and the family the news."

"Let this kid grow up, and sooner or later, the city of people will be the world of the Han family!"

Thinking of this, Chang Wenjun hurriedly fled.

"Want to escape?"

Han Feng pouted and chased after his footsteps.

Han Feng's cultivation base is much higher than Chang Wenjun's. No matter how Chang Wenjun escapes, Han Feng is always in pursuit.

Chang Wenjun was in a hurry: "Boy, stay on the line, do you really want to kill me?"

Han Feng looked at Chang Wenjun with the eyes of an idiot: "Even if I let you go, will you stop there? I really think I'm an idiot."

Chang Wenjun roared as he fled: "As long as you let me go, I will never shoot at you again."

Han Feng sneered: "What about your third brother?"

"Where's your second brother? What about your family? Don't make me a text trap."

Chang Wenjun was stagnant, but he didn't expect Han Feng to see the loophole in his text all of a sudden.

Chang Wenjun's face was grim: "Since you won't let me go, die with me."

Chang Wenjun was not running away, and attacked Han Feng frantically.

Han Feng looked disdainful: "It's just you who deserve it."

"Bone Crusher!"

Between the two of them fighting, Han Feng's Bone Shattering Hand immediately activated.

clack clack...

Ahhh...

A more tragic voice sounded than the broken finger before, scaring away many wild birds.

Chang Wenjun was paralyzed on the ground like a snake, his body twisted and weird to the extreme.

Chang Wenjun's resentful voice sounded intermittently: "I...my third...third brother must...will definitely...kill you...the..."

After saying that, Chang Wenjun completely stopped breathing.

Han Feng said lightly: "Even if your third brother doesn't look for me, I will find your third brother. If you kill your third brother, the Chang family will definitely be irritable."

...

Putting away the token, Han Feng couldn't help admiring: "I don't know how the city owner's token is made, but it can't be put into the storage.

"

"Fortunately, the token is not big, only a little more than the size of an adult's thumb, otherwise it is really difficult to carry."

Putting the token into a bag, Han Feng jumped away.

The storage belt given by the training family has long since been taken back.

However, when Han Feng killed Chang Tianyi, he received Chang Tianyi's storage belt. The family generally does not forcefully take things from the children of this family, so this Chang Tianyi storage belt has always been used. Han Feng took it.

Just now, Han Feng wanted to put the token into the storage belt, but it was unsuccessful.

The City of People is too small and the information is poor.

If it is in a big city, Han Feng will know that there are limits when storing things in the storage.

The material of the token exceeds the storage belt, or the storage belt of Chang Tianyi can bear, so it cannot be installed.

The same storage belt also has a gap.

There is no doubt that Chang Tianyi's storage belt is the lowest level of storage belts.

...

In the Yufeng Mountains, competition for tokens is constantly happening.

Han Lin used a condensing claw technique, and the three teenagers fell to the ground in front of him.

Han Lin smiled lightly: "It just hurt you, but also left your lives, hand over the token and go."

"With your strength, you should wait for three days outside the Yufeng Mountains, or you will die in all likelihood."

The three teenagers in front of Han Lin were just small families. One of them was able to get through a main vein, and the other two were at the peak of the early stage of the mortal rank, and had not yet entered the middle stage of the mortal rank.

The three teenagers smiled wryly, handed over the token, and limped away with disappointment on their faces.

Han Lin's strength has greatly impacted their self-confidence. In their family, they are elites and geniuses.

But in this family trial, they are at the lowest level.

Seeing the three of them leave in disappointment, Han Lin sighed and was a little confused: "I am also a genius in the family, and I am not bad in the family trial, but what about outside?"

Soon, Han Lin's eyes firmed: "I can't just keep my eyes on the family and the city of people, otherwise how can I surpass Han Feng."

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from the side, and Han Lin was taken aback: "It's you!"

...

On the other side, Han Rou looked indifferent to the people who attacked.

"Damn, this stinky bitch doesn't take us seriously."

"Hmph, the geniuses of the big family are so arrogant."

"Hey, wait until we give her to that, I'm afraid it won't be like this."

"Tsk tsk, maybe I'll beg us to do it again."

Several attackers shot again.

"Nine Shadow Palms!!"

clap clap.

Several sneak attackers fell to the ground in an instant, their eyes full of horror, and then their eyes gradually lost their anger.

Han Rou put away the token and left indifferently.

...

"Please, leave us alone."

"You...you have to die."

The vicinity of Chang Wenhua is full of corpses, all of them dying tragically.

Chang Wenhua looked contemptuous: "A bunch of scumbags, it's not a pity to die!"

Soon, Chang Wenhua set his eyes on the last person, who was Han Rong.

Han Rong was pale and desperate.

"Everyone in the Han family should be damned!"

...

puff!

Han Rong spat out a mouthful of blood, and Chang Wenhua pierced his abdomen. Han Rong gritted his teeth: "My... our family... will avenge me!"

Chang Wenhua sneered again and again: "Vengeance? I'll wait!"

...

As night fell, the battle in the Yufeng Mountains gradually subsided, waiting for the next day.

The next day, Han Feng counted the tokens in the bag: "Good luck, yesterday, apart from Chang Wenjun's group, there were nearly 20 people in total, and now the number of tokens is more than 40 yuan."

"I remember Han Lin said that the number one of Han Mo and the others in the last session seemed to be more than 200 yuan."

"The third day is the most intense competition and the day when you get the most tokens. Before that, try to get more than 100 tokens."