Peerless Martial Soul

Han Cong relaxed, he nodded slightly to Chen Feng with a hint of approval in his eyes, then faced Elder Zhao, and said angrily: "The surname is Zhao, my daughter was beaten like this, haven't you seen it?"

Elder Zhao curled his lips and said indifferently: "How do I know that she is your daughter?"

"Even an ordinary sect disciple can bully at will?"

Elder Zhao was caught by him and couldn't help but stagnate.

When Han Cong arrived, he knew that his plan for today would not succeed. He turned around and ran away, and said something ruthlessly: "Senior Brother Han, Brother, I will settle this account with you in the future."

When Elder Zhao left, Han Cong turned around and looked at Zhang Song.

Zhang Song was cold all over, as if being splashed down by a basin of cold water.

He didn't expect that this hot-bodied long-legged girl turned out to be the daughter of the elder Zongmen. If he had known it, he wouldn't dare to give him ten courage!

"Yu'er, did you hurt?" Han Cong asked Zhang Songhan.

Zhang Song trembled: "Elder Han, you, listen to me..."

"Listen to the ass! I'm going to be beaten to death by your daughter, still listen?"

Han Cong shouted angrily and clicked with his fingers. Numerous small holes burst out in Zhang Song's major joints, and blood poured out like a fountain.

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"I will not kill you, but I will abolish your whole body cultivation base, so that you will never be able to practice anymore!"

Han Conghan said.

Zhang Song fainted with pain.

Han Cong did the same, and abolished the thin white shirt.

He said to Chen Feng: "Go."

Chen Feng nodded, supported Han Yuer, and left behind Han Cong.

Soon, the three of them arrived at Han Cong's residence.

As the elder of the Waizong, Han Cong has a separate courtyard on the mountain behind the Broken Arrow Peak of the Waizong. The yard is not big, but it is very clean. There is a pool of bluegrass planted in the yard, and a few clumps of bamboo are swaying in the wind.

Beyond the back mountain, in the thousands of miles of Aomori Mountain, there are the mysterious inner gate and the core sect.

The three of them entered the room and sat down, and Han Yuer immediately said, "Father, it was Chen Feng who rescued me just now."

"what?"

Han Cong's face was full of shock: "What's going on? To elaborate."

He came too late just now and didn't see Chen Feng's move. I just praised Chen Feng for not changing his offensive face to Elder Zhao, but I didn't know that Chen Feng had already advanced by leaps and bounds.

He thought it was Chen Feng and Zhang Song who had a conflict, and then Han Yuer and Zhang Song both lost in order to protect Chen Feng.

He still complained about Chen Feng in his heart.

Unexpectedly, it was Chen Feng who rescued Han Yuer.

Han Yuer recounted the course of the matter, and when she heard that Chen Feng had severely injured Zhang Song, who was the day after five, without using martial arts, Han Cong couldn't help but be surprised and delighted.

He was full of surprise and said: "Chen Feng, what realm are you now?"

Chen Feng touched his nose and said with a smile: "The day after tomorrow's Sixth."

Then added another sentence: "Peak."

"Okay, great!"

Han Cong stayed for a moment, shocked in his heart.

He couldn't believe it. Just a month ago, Chen Feng was still the triple layer of the day after tomorrow, but now he has the sixth layer! This entry is too fast!

But when he thought that he was Yan Qingyu's disciple, he was not surprised.

How high are Yan Qingyu's eyes? If he could be attracted to him, Chen Feng was probably not a waste, but a genius, but no one had realized it before.

Thinking of this way, he let out a hearty laugh.

He got up and walked back and forth in the room, high-five repeatedly, and smiled: "Chen Feng, you are fine. Brother Yan, who knows Quanxia, ​​should be proud of you."

Speaking of Yan Qingyu, there was a bit of sadness in the air.

Chen Feng pursed his lips, his face showed resoluteness, and said firmly: "Uncle Han, rest assured, I will not let your expectations down, nor will I forget how Master died. I will be successful in my cultivation in the future and vowed to repay this. hatred!"

"Do not!"

Han Cong stared at him and said with a serious face: "Your master's hatred, you must forget, at least, now."

Chen Feng understood what he meant, and Zheng nodded his head: "Uncle Master, don't worry, I will remember."

Chen Feng knew that Han Cong must know some information about Master's enemies, but he didn't ask.

Without power, what revenge is there?

"Well, let's not talk about this."

Han Cong waved his hand and said with a smile: "You have arrived at the Sixth Layer of the Day after tomorrow. This is a gratifying thing! The Sixth Layer the day after tomorrow, among all the tens of thousands of disciples of the foreign sect, it should be ranked in the top 100."

"Seeing that the annual foreign sect competition is about to begin, just in time, I will sign up for you."

Chen Feng wondered: "The Great Foreign Sect?"

Han Cong nodded and explained: "The Grand Tournament of the Outer Sect is an annual event of the Outer Sect. In the entire Outer Sect, all the disciples except the Supreme Elder and the elders can participate."

"Of course, the elders will screen all applicants, and will also carry out a series of battles for preliminary screening and elimination."

"Finally, the number of places to participate in the competition is three hundred and twenty."

"Three hundred and twenty people caught each other and killed each other. After five battles, the top ten was decided."

"In the top ten, everyone can get a generous reward, either martial arts, or medicinal pill, or spirit treasure, or weapon... The first champion can get the title of this year's master brother. And get the richest reward."

"The top ten of the Outer Sect Grand Competition, you can enter the inner Sect!"