Peerless Martial Soul

Elder Sun looked at Han Cong, who was not far away, and laughed: "Elder Han, there seems to be someone who is afraid of the enemy and dare not come! What a shame, such a person is worthy of being a disciple of our Qian Yuanzong?"

Han Cong was not far from him. He glanced at Elder Sun and said lightly: "Maybe something has been delayed. Elder Sun, you should be fortunate, because if Chen Feng comes, you will regret it."

He was also very anxious, but he could not show it.

Elder Sun seemed to have heard something funny, he laughed and said: "Joke, what a joke!"

There were also a few ordinary elders of the outer door sitting beside them, and they all agreed.

An elder smiled and said: "Junior Brother Han, don't hold on to it. Who doesn't know that the waste can't be practiced? Even if you get a little adventure occasionally, you can't go further with some strength."

"That's right." Another elder sneered: "He is the same as his master. With a little ability, he will be mad, and he will do evil everywhere. In the end, he was condemned by the heavens?"

This elder was cleaned up by Yan Qingyu before, and has always held a grudge. When Yan Qingyu died, he was not afraid anymore, and he didn't let any opportunity to slander Yan Qingyu.

Han Cong turned his head suddenly, staring at him, his eyes were cold, and he shouted, "You say it again!"

The elder was stared at by his gaze, and his heart suddenly shook.

He glanced at Elder Sun and saw that he nodded slightly to himself. He suddenly became bolder and cried out strangely: "What's wrong with me? Isn't what I said is true? So many of our seniors are sitting here, you Ask, who disagrees with what I said?"

Elder Sun and others all agreed, and what they said was awful. Han Cong's expression turned pale, and his anger rose.

But his two fists are hard to beat four hands, and he can't do it in such a good day, his heart is frustrated, almost exploding!

At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd not far away.

"I'm coming."

Everyone looked in one direction.

A young man in Tsing Yi, with long hair like ink, separated from the crowd and walked slowly towards this side.

He is not very old, but his temperament is calm and concise, and his eyes are deep and peaceful.

It is Chen Feng.

He was empty-handed, and did not hold the two-foot snake teeth in his hand.

The crowd was silent for a moment. Suddenly, a young man shouted: "Trash, you can't be Brother Cui's opponent. Now, if you give up and knock for a hundred times, Brother Cui might let you go."

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng paused and looked at him coldly.

When he met Chen Feng's eyes, the person couldn't help being cold, as if being poured down by a basin of cold water.

Chen Feng pointed at him, gently flapped his palms in the air twice, and said lightly: "I will swell your face later!"

After speaking, he turned away without even looking at him.

The disciple's face rose like pig liver, and he was speechless.

Chen Feng walked to the ring, opposite Cui Zhenshan.

"Boy, you are very arrogant!"

Cui Zhenshan sneered.

"Now even if you knelt down and knocked a hundred and one thousand heads, I will break the bones of your whole body and extract all the tendons from your whole body. After three days and three nights, you will live in pain. dead!"

Chen Feng frowned.

Cui Zhenshan moved closer, lowering his life, and said coldly, "You know what, it was my master deliberately arranged for me to confront you."

"I'm going to abolish you and vent my anger for the young master! My other two junior brothers died in your hands, right? Today, I will avenge them!"

"What I said, how could it be so coincidental that I met you in the first scene. It was originally arranged on purpose?"

Chen Feng sneered and said, "You guys really worked so hard."

"What's this? The good show is yet to come!"

Cui Zhenshan Yin smiled and said, "Do you have Han Cong as your backer?"

"Tell you, not only will you die, Han Cong will also die, and Han Yu'er will become my young master's crotch plaything. My young master has been fond of this girl for a long time!"

"Haha, maybe it is the crotch plaything of all our brothers! My young master always likes to give us the things he is tired of playing!"

"If you are still alive by then, you can see how she was abused by us."

"Of course, Han Cong's death will be an accident. No one can say anything!"

Cui Zhenshan regards Chen Feng as a mortal man, and speaks without scruples in front of him.

He mentioned Han Cong and Han Yu'er, which made Chen Feng's expression instantly become cold.

"Why so much nonsense? Did you finish fart?" Chen Feng asked impatiently.

He said to the elder who was the referee next to him: "Can we start now?"

The elder cast a blank expression at the two of them, waved his hand, and announced loudly: "The 74th round of the first round of the Grand Tournament of the Foreign Sect, the official start! Both sides of the duel: Cui Zhenshan, Chen Feng!"

Hundreds of people around the ring were clamoring and clamoring, and they didn't suppress his voice. Everyone heard clearly.

There was a moment of silence among the crowd, and everyone looked at the ring.

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