Chapter 81 Anger

There was an uproar, and all the students around opened their mouths.

It may be because the sentence Zhao Ling shouted contains a lot of information, so many people have weird eyes.

Bully? What kind of bullying?

Immediately let many people think about it.

Zhao Kuo's face changed immediately, and he looked in the direction of Zhao Ling's finger, staring at Han Feng firmly.

"You dare to bully my sister."

Zhao Kuo took a few steps forward and looked down at Han Feng, his palms creaking.

Han Feng was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly: "Ge Laozi, it's a normal competition, and winning or losing is determined. How can I bully her? I'm a gentleman, okay?"

Said, Han Feng flicked his hair, so confident.

But obviously this set is useless in front of Zhao Kuo.

With a strong voice, Zhao Kuo said: "I hate to argue with others. Anyway, if you dare to bully my sister, you are courting death."

Without any explanation, Zhao Kuo directly punched it down.

Han Feng's reaction was very quick. He was about to pull out the Clear Water Changtian Sword and blocked it with the horizontal sword.

With a crisp sound, Han Feng's Clear Water Changtian Sword bent into an exaggerated arc in an instant. Han Feng retreated a few steps, his body shook for a while, his face flushed, and his blood was churning.

"Big dog, are you reasonable? If your ancestors are strict, then I will not be reasonable anymore."

Han Feng raised his sword and rushed forward, unleashing his strength, and the Clear Water Changtian Sword brought a hazy light.

Zhao Kuo sneered and said, "A boy who has not yet cultivated in the Outer Gang Realm dares to be rampant in front of me."

Another punch came out, and the strength exploded in an instant, the entire arm was covered in pitch black, and there was a clear roar of the tiger.

Lu Fan said inwardly that he was not good, and the strength of this punch might not be able to withstand senior brother Han Feng.

But just as he was about to make a move, two bronze puppets beside him thrust two long spears in front of him at the same time, blocking his steps.

"Warrior competitions, outsiders are not allowed to intervene."

The two bronze puppets said coldly. The tyrannical force shattered the ground, and Lu Fan had to take a step back, gritting his teeth secretly.

Han Feng's sword slashed accurately on Zhao Kuo's fist.

The two sides collided, and sparks burst out from where the fists and swords collided.

Han Feng's body was instantly blocked, and the soles of his feet sank deeply into the ground.

The whistling sound made Han Feng's skirts flutter, his face distorted.

Zhao Kuo let out a soft drink, and the force on his fist suddenly exploded.

Burst punch!

Han Feng was immediately blown out and fell hard to the ground.

Zhao Kuo strode forward and snorted coldly: "How dare you bully my sister with this little strength, it's ridiculous!"

With one punch, Zhao Kuo hit Han Feng who fell to the ground.

Many people around couldn't bear to watch it anymore. Zhao Kuo, who was at the seventh level of the inner gang against the third level of the outer gang, undoubtedly had only the word miserable.

In the Hengshan courtyard, no one knows, the black tiger Zhao Kuo.

Seeing the fist strike, Han Feng's cheeks ached from the tyrannical blow.

A carp straightened up, and Han Feng narrowly escaped Zhao Kuo's punch. At the same time kicked out.

This kick was silent, ordinary but gave people a feeling of heart palpitations.

Lu Fan squinted his eyes. He knew that this was the footwork transformed by Senior Brother Han Feng, a footwork with the lethality of earth-level martial arts.

Zhao Kuo didn't dodge, but almost looked at Han Feng's kick in contempt.

The students of Hengshan Institute are all focused on body training, which one is not physically as tyrannical as a wild beast. A mere kick is nothing to worry about.

Swish.

Zhao Kuo's face suddenly changed, blood flew out, and a wound like a sword wound appeared on Zhao Kuo's chest.

Zhao Kuo took a few steps back, he couldn't imagine being scratched by someone's foot with his stretched body.

Looking down at his wound, Zhao Kuo's eyes changed slightly, and his face became serious.

Han Feng stood on the spot panting heavily, damn it, such a kick only caused minor injuries to the opponent. The warriors of Hengshanyuan are really a bunch of muscle bumps.

"You can actually hurt me, but I underestimated you. Report your name. I don't beat the unknown."

Zhao Kuo said solemnly.

Han Feng cursed directly: "Pretend your grandma is an ass, you have been beating me for so long, and you still don't beat an unknown person. Pooh, a guy who wants to set up an archway when he is a prostitute. Remember, I belong to the Yuanyuan Han Feng."

Han Feng cursed unceremoniously, causing Zhao Kuo's face to contort.

The other students were dumbfounded, because the strength of the inner world can hurt Zhao Kuo who is in the outer world. This strength is not weak!

"Han Feng, right? I must pull your tongue out, you damn bastard."

As he said that, Zhao Kuo's whole body released the strength, and a layer of white strength like a warrior's suit covered Zhao Kuo's body.

The solid clothes made Zhao Kuo look domineering.

Raising his fist, Zhao Kuo suddenly punched Han Feng from the air.

"Tiger is strong!"

There was a wave of fluctuation in the air, and Zhao Kuo's vigor was still hitting Han Feng's body after a distance of ten feet.

With a muffled groan, Han Feng flew upside down two feet away.

Zhao Kuo took a big step, the sole of his foot stepped on the ground into a huge deep pit, and then punched out.

"Tiger Royal Mountain Forest!"

The strength of the whole body was released suddenly, a clear white tiger rushed out, and slammed into Han Feng's body with a roar that resounded through the mountains and forests.

Han Feng gritted his teeth and persisted, it should not fall.

The palm of the hand was split, and the clothes were rattling.

Suddenly, the Gang Jin White Tiger also exploded.

There was a loud bang, and Han Feng fell to the ground. Lu Fan's eyelids twitched violently. He rushed out quickly, helped Han Feng up, and at the same time took out a Mingjing Pill from his belt, and fed it to Han Feng directly. After all, it was a fourth-grade pill, and it still had some healing effects.

The people around were stunned, their eyes did not fall on Han Feng, but on Zhao Kuo.

A trace of blood dripped from Zhao Kuo's forehead. Behind him, the Clear Water Changtian Sword was inserted into the stone slab with a buzzing sound. It was only a little bit short, and he was about to be pierced through the head by the Bishui Changtian sword. Turning his head to look at the sword behind him, a drop of cold sweat fell on Zhao Kuo's forehead.

The moment the white tiger exploded, Han Feng threw the sword out.

No one saw the trajectory of the sword, only the sword mark on Zhao Kuo's forehead.

"This kid..."

Zhao Kuo couldn't even utter a harsh word, which was obviously the other party's mercy. If this was a battle of life and death, he would already be dead.

The students next to him swallowed their saliva. This guy named Han Feng really has two brushes.

Zhao Kuo's face turned red and then pale, and he almost played himself to death against a kid in the inner gang. He felt ashamed, turned around and pulled Zhao Ling to leave.

But at this moment, a voice sounded behind him.

"Do you want to leave after hitting someone?"

Turning his head, Zhao Kuo saw Lu Fan's angry face, and at the same time, Zhao Kuo also felt a sharp aura like a magic soldier.

"Then what do you want?"

Zhao Kuo said coldly.

Lu Fan pulled out the epee behind him, and said with anger on his face: "If you dare to hit my senior brother, you are courting death."