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"This little bastard, what the hell are you talking about!"

And Bing'er on the side also widened her beautiful eyes, looked at Han Feng on the ring, and then at Chu Hanxin, talking to herself with a puzzled face.

"Miss and Patriarch are together, then I should be called Miss from now on, or Mistress of Patriarch, eh..."

Before Bing'er could figure it out, Chu Hanxin stretched out a jade hand and covered her small mouth.

"You little girl, don't mess around!"

But after Han Feng said this, Han Chen's originally indifferent face could no longer remain calm, and the muscles on his face twitched violently a few times.

Seeing Chu Hanxin's shy expression under the ring again.

Han Chen's temples throbbed for a while, and his complexion became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He looked at Han Fengdao coldly.

"You're trying to piss me off with these words? Do you think I'll believe them?"

When Han Feng heard this, he laughed disdainfully.

"Believe it or not, would I tell you that Xin'er and I watch the sunrise together every morning and the stars at night?

Shall I tell you that Xin'er likes to rest on my shoulder the most..."

"enough!"

Before Han Feng finished speaking, Han Chen angrily interrupted him!

At the same time, an astonishing aura was released from his body.

This momentum actually formed a wave of air, surging in all directions, kicking up a cloud of dust!

Han Chen stared at Han Feng with both eyes, and his voice was extremely low.

"Today, I will let you know what happens when you anger me."

In fact, Han Feng didn't dare to continue without Han Chen opening his mouth.

Because he already felt that there was a pair of sharp eyes behind him, locking on him.

It is estimated that when I go back today, my fate will not be too good...

Facing Han Chen's astonishing momentum, Han Feng also felt a strong pressure.

His eyes gradually became dignified, and at the same time, there was a raging fire in his eyes.

The next moment, Han Feng's body was filled with a faint silver light, and an astonishing aura also erupted.

"bring it on……!

Let me see how strong you are, the so-called first genius of the Han family! "

Chapter 227 Fist Intent

On the ring, the aura of Han Chen and Han Feng diverged at the same time, forming two opposing auras.

The strong wind swept across the arena, making everyone blindfolded.

All the elders in the spectator seats felt the aura of the two, and they were all surprised.

Needless to say, Han Chen's aura is such that even many elders in the clan will be willing to bow down.

What surprised everyone even more was that Han Feng, under the explosive momentum at the moment, although he was still inferior to Han Chen, he had obviously stepped into the realm of the brilliant level.

Such a cultivation level is enough to be called a "genius" among the younger generation.

Feeling the powerful aura of Han Feng, Han Chen's frosty face did not show any waves.

He casually threw the sword at his waist to the edge of the ring.

A sharp look flashed in Han Chen's eyes, and his feet touched the ground, and his figure floated up, heading straight towards Han Feng.

The seemingly elegant movement, but the speed is strangely fast.

Han Chen appeared in front of Han Feng in the blink of an eye, and slapped him casually!

A gleam flashed in Han Feng's eyes, and he punched at the same time, facing him away.

"Boom...!"

Fists and palms collided, and there was a muffled sound. Han Chen's seemingly elegant and gentle palm shook Han Feng back a step.

And he swung his palm, as if he had expected to repel Han Feng.

Unexpectedly, he took advantage of the trend and stepped forward, and the second palm came without a break.

Han Feng had no choice but to punch again, but this time his arm trembled and he took two steps back!

And Han Chen immediately appeared in front of Han Feng, and slapped out the third sharp palm.

"Bang bang bang...!"

The two fought more than ten moves in a row, Han Chen was like a gangrene, always keeping one step away from Han Feng.

The originally elegant and gentle palm gestures became faster and faster, and the castration also changed from soft to rigid, becoming very fierce.

It's like opening a torrent, and it's out of control!

Han Feng retreated all the way from the center of the ring to the edge of the ring, and was about to be blown off the ring with a palm.

At the last moment, Han Feng's figure flickered, and Baihong stepped out.

Han Feng was like a phantom, with a flicker, he appeared behind Han Chen.

Immediately, he punched like a collapsing mountain, hitting Han Chen's vest.

This punch hit Han Chen heavily, but it passed through his body in an instant like hitting cotton.

"Afterimage!"

Han Feng's pupils shrank, and his heart was awe-inspiring!

The next moment, a strong wind from behind hit the back of his head.

The speed is swift and violent, and it is there in an instant.

Han Feng didn't have time to turn around, so he could only throw a backhand punch and head towards the rear to meet him.

The gust of wind that hit was just a few feet away, and it changed its attack direction several times in an instant, but was successfully intercepted by Han Feng in the end.

"Boom...!"

A powerful spiritual force came, and Han Feng was so shaken that he leaned forward, so he had to take advantage of the momentum and flip into the air, releasing most of his strength.

Turning around and looking back, I saw Han Chen slowly retracting his palm, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"The perception is pretty good. Even with your back turned, you can still block my palm."

Han Feng's face darkened slightly, and he had first experienced Han Chen's strength.

The opponent's seemingly simple palm just now contained amazing changes and power.

If it wasn't for his mental strength reaching the out-of-body state, he would be able to catch the trajectory of the opponent's palm even without looking at it, and it would be extremely difficult to prevent this palm.

"Let me see, how much ability do you have?"

As Han Chen spoke, his figure moved again.

This time, his steps were elegant, and his figure was like smoke and shadow, extremely ethereal.

Suddenly, he came to Han Feng's side, swept his leg across, and made a slight sonic boom.

Han Feng didn't dare to underestimate him, Bai Hong stepped out and punched at the same time.

The two fought against each other again, each punched and kicked, and there were bursts of dull sounds.

At the same time, the figures of the two are also extremely strange.

One moves sideways like a shadow, flickering, and the other is like smoke, without a trace.

"What a fast speed!"

In the martial arts arena, most people can only see two blurred figures moving quickly on the ring, and they can't see the two making a move at all.

In contrast, the elders in the spectator seats saw it more clearly.

A thin, yellow-faced old man stared at the ring at this moment, and couldn't help but stroke his beard in amazement.

"Han Chen's Misty Step has also reached a subtle level, and his speed is even faster than Han Feng's!"

Another elder also nodded.

"That's right, it's not just the speed. The fluctuation of the spiritual power in Han Chen's body is slow and long, and he hasn't exerted his full strength at all. I'm afraid Han Feng won't be able to last for too long."

At this moment, Han Yunshan's eyes were fixed on the ring, and his expression was slightly worried.

On the arena, Han Feng and Han Chen moved quickly with subtle movements, and at the same time kept attacking each other.

However, Han Chen surpassed Han Feng in terms of speed and spiritual strength.

If this continues, the situation is naturally not optimistic.

But contrary to everyone's expectations, the battle on the ring lasted for a long time.

Although Han Feng is still at a disadvantage, there is still no sign of defeat.

Even Han Chen in the battle was surprised.

It seems that he and Han Feng are just a simple fight of fists and kicks, but in fact, no matter the speed of his shots or the strength of his spiritual power.

They are all secretly strengthening, trying to squeeze out the limit of Korean style by "boiling frogs in warm water".

And Han Feng was able to support it until now, but he still hasn't seen his decline.

Obviously, the other party also had reservations and did not try their best.

"Humph……!"

Han Chen was naturally extremely dissatisfied with such a result.

With a cold snort, the sweeping palm suddenly turned into a claw.

"Scared Dragon Claw!"

With a low shout, a ray of silver light bloomed from the claw, and the speed increased sharply, directly grabbing Han Feng's shoulder.

"call……!"

When this claw was used, there was a slight sound of piercing the air, and a series of phantoms were brought up.

Han Feng also reacted in an instant, twisting his body, and punching out a punch, also flashing with a silver light.

"Mount Regret Fist!"

The two silver lights converged like shooting stars, and a roar erupted.

"boom……!"

The silver light splashed, and the two took a step back.

Han Chen's face turned cold, and he used the Misty Step, with both claws out, making a sharp sound of piercing the air, and came straight to Han Feng!

Han Feng didn't dare to be negligent, he immediately lowered his waist, took root under his feet, and blasted his fists towards the claw shadows roaring from all directions.

"Boom boom boom...!"

The shadow of the fist and the shadow of the claw collided fiercely, arousing silver light all over the sky!

Han Chen stepped on the smoke, and quickly attacked Han Feng, and the claw shadows almost formed a big net, covering his head and face under the hood.

However, Han Feng stood on the ground with both feet at the moment, like a rock.

The fists are as fast as lightning, but with a thick and majestic aura, they use offense as defense.

In Han Feng's fist, there is also the dark energy of Beng Lei Jin.

Although the dark energy could not penetrate into Han Chen's body, it could completely block Han Chen's sharp claws.

The two attacked and defended, Han Chen still took the initiative, but he couldn't shake Han Feng for a while.

In the spectator seats, there was a middle-aged elder with a sturdy build and fists as big as a fight.

At this moment, he couldn't help standing up, staring at Han Feng's boxing.

After a while, he couldn't help being shocked.