I have a magic pot

With his strength, it is not enough to compete against everyone's challenge.

But he didn't know the depth of Han Feng's strength, and he couldn't put all the pressure on Han Feng alone.

Therefore, he didn't dare to fight the enemy to lose both, but wanted to hurry up to recover.

In order for Han Feng to run out of energy, he can go on top again.

Seeing the worried look in King Ying's eyes, Han Feng reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Take a good rest and leave the rest to me."

Immediately, under the attention of everyone, Han Feng floated onto the ring and confronted Zhenjun Shangfutu.

Seeing Han Feng's appearance, there was unavoidable commotion at the scene.

"Who do you think will win this battle?"

"Of course it is True Monarch Futu. He is a strong man who became famous hundreds of years ago. He is one of the nine great casual cultivators. He has a strong background. Didn't you see that even King Ying was beaten to the bum?"

"That's right. Although Han Feng's talent is against the sky, even if he really stepped into the realm of Hongwu, after all, the time is still short, and it is difficult to fully display his combat power."

"That's not good. I heard that Han Feng had defeated the tenth king of the Siren Clan before entering Hongwu. Now that he has entered Hongwu, his strength must be even stronger.

If Zhenjun Futu wants to win this battle, it will be very difficult, maybe both sides will suffer, but this is better. "

……

This battle has not yet started, and it has already attracted endless debates from all sides.

But without exception, everyone believed that this would be a fierce battle between dragons and tigers.

At this moment, on the ring, Zhenjun Futu, who had just won for a while, looked at Han Feng opposite, with a trace of vigilance in his eyes.

With his seasoned eyes, he couldn't see through the young man opposite him for a while.

Knowing Han Feng's astonishing record, he naturally did not dare to neglect.

Immediately recall the nine-story black pagoda, with the black light protecting the body, and the sword in his hand in front of his body.

On the face, he said calmly: "Fellow Daoist Han, I have admired your name for a long time, and seeing you today, you are indeed extraordinary."

Faced with Zhenjun Futu's initiative to greet him, Han Feng on the opposite side seemed a little flattered, and hurriedly cupped his fists in return.

"Fellow Daoist, I have heard about it for a long time. I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to fight against your Excellency. Please... Your Excellency, please be merciful."

Seeing Han Feng's reaction, Zhenjun Futu was also slightly taken aback, and then the smile on his face became brighter.

Obviously, Han Feng hasn't adapted yet. After proving Hongwu's status, he is still a little nervous when facing himself who has been famous for a long time.

Although he didn't fully believe in the other party's performance, Zhenjun Futu was indeed somewhat complacent.

After thinking about it, he said in a senior tone.

"Thinking about it, Fellow Daoist Han hasn't really fought anyone since he stepped into Hongwu Realm.

In this battle, I can accompany Fellow Daoist Han to learn a thing or two, and mention a few points by the way, so as to consolidate the cultivation of Daoist Fellow. "

Zhenjun Futu had a sincere face, just to make Han Feng relax his vigilance.

But I was thinking in my heart, I will pretend to have a normal exchange with you later, and then suddenly release the ultimate move, which will catch you off guard and save a lot of energy.

Hearing this, Han Feng really showed joy on his face.

"In that case, thank you fellow daoist!"

True Monarch Futu smiled and said, "Then let's start."

He immediately released a burst of energy fluctuations that were not too strong.

Han Feng raised his hand, "Fellow Daoist, wait a minute, I'll prepare."

Immediately, under the surprised eyes of Zhenjun Futu, Han Feng's whole body was filled with aura, and the inscriptions flowed.

A piece of armor, shoulder pads, knee pads, combat boots... covered Han Feng's body.

Han Feng summoned again, his incomparably dazzling, full set of ancient treasure battle armor, armed himself to the teeth.

Even if they were present, those Hongwu and God Void Realm masters were shocked when they saw this scene.

That True Monarch Futu also stared blankly, and then couldn't help it, secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Even though he is a Hongwu-level power, he has also won many ancient treasures in the ruins of the Wushen clan.

But these ancient treasures are either not suitable for him to use, or the quality is average, and there are very few powerful ancient treasures that are convenient for him.

And Han Feng in front of him used ancient treasures to assemble a full-body battle armor, and the appearance was extremely extraordinary, all of which had reached the ninth-rank level.

With such a terrifying net worth, even he, a veteran Hongwu strongman, one of the nine major casual cultivators, was also shocked and envious.

Obediently, if I can get this guy's equipment into my own hands, with my own strength, I'm afraid that Hongwu-level mid-stage powerhouses won't be able to help me.

In the empire qualifying match, before the opponent admits defeat, he can even behead the opponent and snatch the treasure, and there is no limit.

Thinking of this, Zhenjun Futu's heart beat wildly.

He began to rejoice that he met Han Feng first, otherwise this opportunity to get rich would have fallen into the hands of others.

As for Han Feng's strength, he was extremely worried at first, but now that Han Feng has sacrificed so many treasures, he is not worried anymore.

If someone is truly powerful, why would he need to use so many treasures to defend himself? It seems that this kid was able to defeat the God King of the Hollow, mostly due to luck.

In addition, the God King of Dongxu lost the eye of Dongxu, and his strength was greatly reduced.

At this moment, under the temptation of Chongbao, Zhenjun Futu began to make up a lot of information in his brain.

However, the other casual cultivators who were present at the scene also had the same thoughts as Zhenjun Futu when they saw the scene in front of them.

They all secretly sighed that it was a pity that they were bumped into such a good opportunity by Zhenjun Futu.

"Ahem... Fellow Daoist Han really has an extraordinary background, but you don't have to worry, we're just exchanging ideas for a while, and I'll make room for myself."

At this moment, Zhenjun Futu finally suppressed his excitement, and talked with Han Feng in as calm and indifferent a tone as possible.

And Han Feng also showed an extremely grateful look on his face.

"Then thank you, brother."

After all, the blood in Han Feng's hand flashed, a long spear was two feet long, the whole body was black, bloody streaks lingered, and a threatening spear appeared.

As soon as this long spear appeared, everyone present felt that this spear was of great importance.

The power and influence even surpassed those ancient treasures on Han Feng's body.

Seeing Han Feng take out this battle gun again, Zhenjun Futu shrank his pupils.

"Gudu" he swallowed hard again.

It was as if seeing a peerless beauty, beckoning at her charmingly.

At this moment, there is only one thought in his mind.

"Mine, mine, this kid's treasures are all mine!"

But at the moment when he lost his mind, thunder suddenly exploded in his ears.

"Fellow Daoist, it's started!"

"Um……?"

Zhenjun Futu's heart trembled and he lost his mind for a moment when he was yelled with the power of divine sense.

The next moment, the world in front of him suddenly changed dramatically, filled with the brilliance of countless ancient treasures.

A blood-colored gun shadow straddling the sky and earth came to suppress him head-on, like a celestial pillar tilting, unstoppable.

The terrifying power of this shot almost made his blood flow backwards and his breathing stagnated.

"what……!"

Zhenjun Futu suddenly woke up, and he, who had experienced many battles, reacted extremely quickly.

Immediately sacrificed the black pagoda, and at the same time swept across the golden sword in his hand, the power of the law turned into a sword that soared into the sky, and greeted him with a sword.

He had already guessed that he had been tricked by Han Feng.

Surprised and angry in my heart, I thought, as long as I block the opponent's blow.

Even if I have lost my vitality today, I must defeat this person.

As for the empire that invited him to fight, he didn't care at all.

What he wants is the treasure on Han Feng's body!

However, when the thought of True Monarch Buddha had just arisen, a scene that frightened him appeared.

He thought the powerful black pagoda and the magnificent and powerful sword light were suppressed by the bloody gun shadow.

Like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, the pagoda was shaken, the sword light was shattered, and the terrifying shadow of a shattering spear hit the head.

He was so terrified in his heart that he only had time to block it with his horizontal sword.

"Boom...!"

Accompanied by an earth-shattering bang.

"puff……!"

The arms of Zhenjun Futu's horizontal sword exploded at the sound, the long sword was released from his hand, and the chain of laws around him shattered.

With a mouthful of reverse blood, he flew backwards at an extremely fast speed.

His body hit the light curtain of the arena heavily, blood mist erupted all over his body, and countless cracks appeared on his body and the light curtain behind him.

This blow directly injured him severely and lost his fighting power!

In the astonished eyes of everyone, in the void, Han Feng was wearing an ancient treasure armor and holding the Great Desolation Overlord Spear with a cold expression.

Raising his hand, he unceremoniously accepted the opponent's black pagoda and the golden sword.

At this moment, as if stuck to the protective mask, Zhenjun Futu, who had suffered heavy injuries, opened a slit of his eyes with great difficulty, and looked at Han Feng.

In addition to the horror and horror in his eyes, there was also a trace of bewilderment.

"Why...why, even though you are so strong, you still need to use so much equipment?" He said with difficulty.

Han Feng, who defeated the enemy with one move and won the victory, said indifferently.

"If you have equipment and don't use it, are you brain-dead?"

"you……!"

Zhenjun Futu's face turned red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood again, and he fainted from anger on the spot, of course, he may have fainted on purpose.

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Hanging in the secret territory, looking at the young man wearing a full set of ancient treasure armor and holding a bloody battle gun with a cold expression.

There was a complete silence all around, and many people still stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

No one expected that this battle would end like this.

At this moment, how could everyone not understand that Han Feng was just pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Pretend to be a stunned look, but his hands are darker than anyone else, a typical old Yinbi.

An old world like Zhenjun Futu would never be so easily fooled.

The main reason is that he was fascinated by the treasures on Han Feng's body, and he was blinded by greed for a while, so he lost his guard.

Coupled with the fact that Han Feng's own strength is really strong, he will be defeated in one move.

Everyone looked at Zhenjun Futu who had suffered a miserable end, and while secretly shaking their heads and sighing, they also looked at Han Feng with fear.

There are no worthless people under the prestigious name, this Hanfeng is so strong.

Even if the attack just now had a treasure bonus, it was taken by surprise.

But to be able to explode such power, this person definitely has real skills.

At this moment, Ying Wang and Golden Shenglong, who were watching the battle, also had bright eyes, and their worries were greatly relieved.

"Is there anyone else who wants to come up and give advice next time?"

On the arena, Han Feng stood with his spear horizontally, his eyes calmly scanning the surroundings.

Facing Han Feng's call, no one answered.