I have a magic pot

At this moment, Han Feng grabbed the long sword with his bare hands and rolled it with force.

"Chi Chi Chi...!"

The tough blade of the long sword was twisted and deformed in Han Feng's hands.

Yuan Fei could no longer hold the hilt of the sword, the tiger's mouth burst open, and the long sword dropped from his hand.

Before he could make any response, a figure blurred in front of him, and his neck was already pinched tightly by a huge force!

The next moment, there was a loud wind blowing in the ear, and the scenery on both sides was distorted.

While the sky was spinning, Han Feng's voice came from my ear.

"you lose."

Yuan Fei was stunned for a moment, trying to hold back the pain and depression in his neck.

Opening his eyes, he saw that Han Feng had strangled his neck, his legs were hanging in the air, and he was already out of the range of the ring.

Chapter 317 Meeting in advance

As soon as Han Feng let go, Yuan Fei fell outside the ring.

Looking at the ring, there was a long sword twisted like a twist.

Yuan Fei blushed with embarrassment, and clasped his fists at Han Feng on the ring.

"Thank you for your mercy!"

Han Feng waved his hand.

"Your swordsmanship is extremely exquisite. I just won by brute force, which is nothing."

Hearing this, Yuan Fei was stunned, but he became more and more convinced.

He clasped his fist at Han Feng again, picked up the broken sword, and left the martial arts arena.

The battle between Han Feng and Yuan Fei attracted the attention of many people.

Wu Zhenglong under the ring also showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

After Han Feng stepped down, the fifth battle continued...

After five rounds of arena competition, five people were finally determined, and the next step was the battle of "five into two".

There will be two rounds with two byes.

The second round of competition will start soon.

Han Feng didn't get a bye lottery, and his opponent was not strong, even weaker than Yuan Fei before.

The two met on the ring, and the other party saw Han Feng on the stage, and the light of hope in his eyes was instantly wiped out.

Sighing helplessly, he said to the referee.

"I...I admit defeat."

The second round of fighting also ended quickly, and there were only three people left in the wooden word arena.

Han Feng, Wu Zhenglong and a young man in blue.

This young man in blue is "Chen Qiong", the young master of the Chen family in Bailong County.

His family is considered a top second-rate force in Bailong County, and has a good reputation.

This person hangs a short knife at his waist, and is good at using quick knives.

The sword leaves no marks, kills without blood, and his strikes are also very ruthless.

From the preliminaries to the semi-finals, although his opponents did not die, they were all disabled.

Han Feng also watched Chen Qiong's previous battle. This person's strength is indeed not weak, much stronger than Yuan Fei, and he can already rank among the first-class level of the younger generation in Bailong County.

However, Chen Qiong's mood at the moment is very complicated.

With his strength, there would not be too many obstacles before the finals, and he could smoothly advance to the finals.

However, when he saw "Han Feng" and "Wu Zhenglong" who entered the third round together with him.

The young master of the Chen family couldn't help feeling a sudden increase in pressure.

One is the rise of the comet, who is now in the limelight in Bailong County, a ruthless person who dares to kill even the students of Tiannan College.

One is a top talent who has already been famous in the younger generation of Bailong County.

To be honest, against either of the above two, Chen Qiong has no chance of winning.

With extremely complicated thoughts, Chen Qiong and the two drew lots in the hands of the referee.

Unfolded the signed paper, but the paper was blank.

"Um……?"

Chen Qiong was taken aback for a moment, and then a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

"Bye!"

Chen Qiong got the bye lottery, and at the same time, Han Feng and Wu Zhenglong also unfolded the lottery papers in their hands, both with the word "one" written on them.

Seeing this, the referee shouted loudly.

"The third round of the wood character arena, 'Han Feng' vs 'Wu Zhenglong'!"

Once the sound was transmitted in the square, it immediately attracted many eyes.

Even the contestants in the other four arenas couldn't help looking at the "wood" arena.

Han Feng and Wu Zhenglong are both strong contenders for the places in Tiannan College.

The two actually met in the semi-finals, which no one expected.

Compared to other people's battles, the collision between these two is naturally no small matter.

For a moment, Wang Xuan, Wu Yufeng, Qin Yan, Han Chen, Han Lin... and many other talents of Bailong County all focused their attention on the wooden ring.

Even Murong Jin, City Lord Qin and Sun Ding on the high platform all looked here.

Under the eyes of the crowd, Han Feng and Wu Zhenglong took the stage calmly.

The two looked at each other, Wu Zhenglong said with a smile.

"I didn't expect to meet you so soon, it was a bit beyond my expectation."

Han Feng also smiled.

"I'm also a little surprised."

Wu Zhenglong said calmly.

"My father was once the number one expert in my Bailong County, I admire him very much, and I also thought that one day I would be able to compete with him.

It's a pity that your father died young, this wish can only come to nothing, but being able to fight with you today can be regarded as making up for this regret. "

As he spoke, Wu Zhenglong looked at the spear in Han Feng's hand again, narrowing his gaze slightly.

"Your father's single-handed marksmanship is unparalleled, and he is invincible in all directions in Bailong County. Your Excellency also uses a spear. You must have received your father's true biography."

"Uh……"

Han Feng was taken aback when he heard the words, he really didn't know what weapon his father was using.

At this moment, he learned from Wu Zhenglong that his father also used a gun.

I don't know if this is predestined, or just a coincidence.

Han Feng looked at Wu Zhenglong and said.

"My marksmanship was not taught by my father, but I have heard of your name, and I would like to learn a thing or two."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and immediately stopped talking.

Han Feng thrust his long spear into the ground next to him again, and Wu Zhenglong also stabbed down obliquely the broadsword carried behind his back.

Both of them didn't intend to use weapons first, but they wanted to weigh each other's strength.

As the referee announced the start of the competition, neither of them moved.

Looking at each other ten steps away, they are as quiet as a rock, but also like a volcano that will erupt at any time.

The air became silent for a while, and everyone couldn't help holding their breath.

This continued for dozens of breaths, when everyone's heartstrings collapsed to the limit.

The eyes of the two people on the ring were fixed at the same time!

"Biao Yan body technique!"

"Wind Thunder Step!"

The two of them used their movements at the same time, one stepped on the red light, as fast as a shooting star, leaving behind an afterimage.

A foot-rolling wind, like a phantom, running without a trace.

The two started at the same time and met in the center of the arena in an instant, their fists and palms burst into aura, and they all slammed into one place.

"Boom boom boom...!"

The two attacked each other, and a series of loud noises erupted immediately.

The strong wind swept in all directions, making people's cheeks hurt, and they couldn't help retreating.

But when they saw the center of the ring, the figures of the two were almost blurred, and their movements were almost at the limit.

Both sides did not display their martial skills, but poured spiritual power into their bodies and collided.

When it comes to the strength of the two people's spiritual power fluctuations, it is obvious that Wu Zhenglong is stronger.

However, Han Feng confronted him head-on, but he didn't retreat half a step, and he seemed to be fighting against him.

After a fierce collision, Wu Zhenglong couldn't help but brighten his eyes and praised.

"What pure spiritual power!"

He clearly felt that his cultivation base was much higher than that of Han Feng, and his spiritual power was enough to completely suppress Han Feng.

However, the quality of the other party's spiritual power was extraordinarily high, and the power it erupted was not much inferior to his own.

Coupled with Han Feng's powerful physical body far beyond ordinary people, Wu Zhenglong was unable to suppress the opponent for a while.

"You and I may not be able to tell the difference in spiritual power, why don't you try again, who's martial arts is better!"

After Wu Zhenglong finished speaking, the momentum of his first fist turned into palm strength.

"Scorching Sun Splitting the Empty Palm!"

But seeing the silver light above Wu Zhenglong's palms, it instantly turned crimson.

With a burst of fiery fire-attributed power, the head-to-head and face-to-face blasted towards Han Feng.

Feeling the horror of Wu Zhenglong's palm strength, Han Feng did not dare to push it too hard. On both palms, diamond palm prints were condensed.

"Nine Layers of Vajra Seal!"

Han Feng's palms each condensed seven palm prints, and they bombarded away facing the "sea of ​​fire in the sky"!

The two martial arts clashed, and they erupted with even more violent power.

Wu Zhenglong's palm power was as fierce as fire, and with his spiritual power infused, the power of his palm power also increased steadily.

Ruhuo took advantage of the wind to form a sea of ​​flames, and the Korean wind enveloped it!

Facing Wu Zhenglong's powerful offensive, Han Feng also felt the pressure.

The opponent is able to rank among the top powerhouses of the younger generation in Bailong County, and his strength is really extraordinary.

But even so, Han Feng still withstood the opponent's offensive with the diamond palm print and the power of tyrannical blood.

And he also secretly used Benglei Jin, the palm prints wrapped in turbulent dark energy, which shook the opponent's blazing palm force vigorously, without losing the wind in the slightest.

The two played against each other for dozens of rounds, and Wu Zhenglong couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha... It's been a long time since I had such an exciting battle, Han Feng, you deserve my best shot!"

Wu Zhenglong let out a low shout, his eyes glowed red.

The next moment, the red light on his body flashed, and the silvery spiritual power all over his body turned into a color like a flame, and the momentum around him skyrocketed!