Spiritual recovery: I become stronger by collecting anger

"The child cannot live without his father. You are not allowed to hurt Chu Feng!"

Yan Yanyan's voice was so loud that everyone in the ceremony hall heard it, and it was like thunder.

Yan Han let out a bang and felt something in his brain explode, like a giant thunder striking down hard inside his head.

Yan Yanyan's best friend Yang Manman was dumbfounded.

I go.

Chu Feng, what is going on, when did it happen?

Could it be in the woods in the Yanhuang training base? ? ?

Countless questions were floating in her mind, but looking at her best friend's belly, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

As Yanyan’s best friend, I only know about this matter!

Humph.

Our friendship as besties ends here!

Everyone in the room was excited.

"The anger value from Yan Han +100"

"From..."

Yan Han's dementia was there, motionless, as if he was dead.

The whole person was petrified there, and he walked staggeringly. For a moment, it seemed as if his entire soul had been drained out.

Chu Feng's mouth suddenly couldn't help but twitch.

I am Nima!

When the hell did I want to be a father?

The child you brought?

Did he make it with his right-hand girl? ? ?

Grass!

Are you so awesome?

Directly transcending the limitations of the biological world and making babies with bare hands!

"puff!!!"

Yan Han knelt on the ground dumbfounded, spitting a mouthful of blood on the ground, and then his breath quickly became weak.

"Dad, Dad. What's wrong with you?" Yan Yanyan immediately knelt on the ground and helped Yan Han up.

Yan Han looked blank, staring at Chu Feng with empty eyes, and then turned to look at the daughter he had raised since childhood.

His heart was trembling.

My cabbage was eaten by the big wild boar in front of me.

"Brother, are you okay?" A middle-aged man quickly helped Yan Han up, then stared at Chu Feng angrily, and said: "Chu Feng, I don't care what you do, you must give an explanation to my brother today, otherwise I will spare you." Can’t help you.”

"Apologise to my brother, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." His words were a bit aggressive.

Anger seemed to have gone to his head, and he stared at Chu Feng with red eyes.

"Second uncle, Chu Feng didn't mean it." Yan Yanyan was afraid that Chu Feng would be hurt, so she quickly explained to him.

Chu Feng clapped his hands helplessly and whispered helplessly: "I knew I shouldn't have come here, alas!"

He let out a long sigh, then looked at Yan Han who was lying on the ground and was backlashed by anger, and said: "Lao Deng, you lie down here first. I'll take care of your second brother first, and then help you clean up the body." Remove the flames of the Ice Flame Lion."

Yan Han's eyes suddenly regained their luster, and he said with a look of disbelief: "Chu Feng, how do you know that I was backlashed by the flames of the Ice Flame Lion?"

"none of your business?"

Yan Han: "..."

Chu Feng looked around at the people in the ceremony hall. Most of them looked at him unkindly and looked at Chu Feng with contempt in their eyes.

But when Chu Feng's gaze passed, no one dared to look at him. They all shrank and lowered their heads subconsciously.

"You guys must be unhappy with me, I know that, but so what, I just like how you feel helpless when you are unhappy!" Chu Feng grinned, "Hahaha, if you are unhappy, I feel so happy! "

"From..."

Chu Feng watched another batch of anger points come into his account, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Then he stared at the so-called second uncle with steady eyes and said with a smile: "You are a gold-level practitioner, so let's make a bet. I bet I can beat you."

"Haha." Yan Mo sneered and said: "Boy, I am indeed not a major in combat, but my overall combat effectiveness is at the silver four-star level, plus the gold-level reserve spiritual energy, how can you beat me."

"Let's make a bet. If I lose, I will kneel down and apologize to your brother. If I win..."

"I will take care of your wife...ahem."

Chu Feng cleared his throat and said with a smile: "When the time comes, forget it and think about it. When I win you, apologize to me."

Anyway, in the following battle, Chu Feng can obtain a guaranteed anger value, which is not a loss.

"Hahaha, okay!" Yan Mo laughed, the fiery red spiritual energy on his body clinging to the surface of his skin like a tide, and the surrounding air seemed to become distorted under the scorching temperature.

Chu Feng looked at him quietly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"careful!"

Seeing her second uncle activating his spiritual energy, Yan Yanyan hurriedly reminded him.

Chu Feng nodded slightly, and then his eyes flashed with a faint starlight.

It doesn't seem like you need to use too much force to hit this kind of garbage.

"Haha, this kid is definitely showing off and wants to challenge a gold-level warrior."

"That's it, doesn't he know how to pee and take a picture of himself? This is not just a pretense, but it is definitely a failure of pretense."

"If he pretended like this just now, he would be beaten to pieces later, and then he would run away like a rat with his head in his arms."

Seeing Chu Feng being so arrogant, the people around him couldn't help but laugh at him.

Yan Han on the side also stared at Chu Feng with some doubts in his expression.

He knew that those who could enter the Yanhuang training camp were basically among the best.

Moreover, Chu Feng's ranking seems to be higher than that of his precious daughter.

But the thought of my precious daughter being smitten by this bastard made my heart sting.

I can’t keep my grown-up daughter!

"The anger value from Yan Han +1000"

"Boy, you have to be careful, my next..."

Yanmo laughed and reminded Chu Feng.

next second.

Yan Mo's pupils suddenly trembled, and Chu Feng in front of him seemed to have disappeared!

wrong!

Just disappeared!

When Yanmo's vision returned, Chu Feng's figure seemed to have torn apart space.

not good!

Yan Mo was shocked in his heart, the fire on his body shot up into the sky, forming a pillar of light, trying to resist Chu Feng's attack.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. I don't believe you dare to hit me with such a pillar of fire generated by consuming spiritual energy.

Less than a second later, his expression changed.

The crimson fire kept flickering, reflecting Chu Feng's resolute and calm face.

Yanmo trembled in his heart.

A madman must be a madman.

"Hmph, Kong has a realm, and his fighting power is as good as a Zhan Wushu."

A sneer came.

boom!

A dull sound sounded, echoing in the lobby of the ceremony hall.

Among the pillars of fire rising into the sky, a figure with a collapsed face looked like a kite with a broken string. It crashed into the wall beside it and then fell to the ground with its face covered in blood.

Has lost consciousness.

Ice-blue flames ignited on Chu Feng's body, and his eyes calmly glanced at the shocked people...