Han Feng's eyes flashed, he stopped, and he sat down to meditate more than a hundred feet away from them. He closed his eyes and rested his mind, silently adjusted his breathing to recover from his injuries, and regained his physical condition.
In fact, he met many monks along the way. Some monks who were not discerning even tried to surround him and rob him when they saw him alone. It's a pity that even if he is injured, he is not something that these rats with the ultimate cultivation level can compete with. In just one round, he suppressed them, but he did not commit any more crimes, he just robbed them. He took the storage ring as punishment and walked away.
After this battle, he saved a lot of trouble, and no one dared to provoke him anymore.
After Han Feng sat down, he was not in a hurry to break into the minefield. Anyway, it was impossible for these people to get the thunder-attribute spiritual materials inside. Even if they had a way to penetrate thirty feet deep and get to the spiritual materials, they would never be able to defeat them. The protective shield of the spiritual materials themselves. After all, these spiritual materials can withstand lightning attacks from the sky without being destroyed. Obviously, the defense is so strong that ordinary people cannot break it.
According to his evaluation, without the cultivation in the late Guiyuan period, it would be difficult to succeed, especially if you are in a minefield and need to resist lightning strikes that are stronger than the last. It will be even more difficult.
Of course, Han Feng didn't care much about these spiritual materials. What he needed was to continue to temper his body with thunder and condense the white light on his head. If it wasn't a coincidence that he came here first and was able to improve his physical strength, otherwise in the battle between him and Situ Changqing, who would die and who would live is still a matter of two minds!
In fact, he also knew that even if he was stronger than the opponent, if Situ Changqing was not overconfident and did not escape in time, it would be difficult for him to kill him. After all, the opponent's background was much stronger. He guessed that the opponent must be There was a strange talisman like a teleportation talisman, but before he could use it, the storage ring was blown to pieces by the pure black fire seal.
Think about it, this is also Situ Changqing's own life!
Or maybe it's Han Feng's own luck!
Of course, none of this would be possible without Han Feng’s own efforts!
Just when Han Feng was so lost in thought, several people suddenly stood up not far away. Several of them were tall and muscular, and squirmed like small snakes. They looked very scary.
One of them was a bald monk who looked like a handsome young man. He had a standard figure and was not that intimidating. At this moment, he calmly put away a jade pendant for communication, and suddenly looked towards where Han Feng was. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and he led five people and ran towards Han Feng.
They crossed the distance of a hundred feet in a few steps and arrived at a place less than ten feet away from Han Feng. They were gearing up and looking tense.
However, without the permission of the bald monk, these people did not dare to act rashly. They just stared at Han Feng with ruthless faces, looking up and down without any scruples.
Han Feng opened his eyes, still sitting cross-legged, looking at them with an indifferent expression, and said indifferently: "Why are these people coming so aggressively?!"
"Hmph, you kid killed my fellow Barbarian Fist Sect Senior Brother Du, how are you going to repay such a blood feud!" A short-haired man wearing a navy blue robe yelled and cursed.
Han Feng was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to meet the disciples of the Barbarian Fist Sect again so soon. He took a closer look and found that although these people were dressed in different clothes, the aura they gave off was similar to that of the strong man named Du. They are very similar, and most of the techniques they practice come from the same source, most likely from the Barbarian Boxing Sect.
The bald boy stretched out his hand to stop several strong men behind him who were trying to attack Han Feng. He looked at Han Feng calmly and said with a faint smile: "I am Du Lingfeng, Du Yunfeng's brother. Although my brother is incompetent, since you are Kill me. As a younger brother, I have to stand up and ask for an explanation. Otherwise, the world will think that since I have no one in the Du family, I can be easily bullied by cats and dogs?! Tell me, how do you want to die!"
Han Feng was a little surprised. The guy in front of him looked nothing like the guy named Du who looked like a cow before, but he didn't expect that they were actually two brothers.
What surprised him even more was that the guy in front of him was so confident that he was so confident that he dared to talk so arrogantly when they first met. He glanced at the other person, stood up slowly, nodded, and said: "Then just come over. , I will teach you how to die!"
Several people behind the bald boy Du Lingfeng laughed wildly and cursed.
"What an arrogant guy! He really doesn't realize that he is about to die!"
"You stupid guy, you really don't know the world. Do you know what kind of critical attack you will encounter?!"
"Haha, your death has come!"
Some people also shouted: "Young Master, let my brothers kill this guy, there is no need to stain your hands!"
"Yes, you killed him like a chicken, why bother!" The other four people immediately agreed in unison.
The bald boy's expression remained as calm as water, but he raised his right hand slightly to indicate that they did not need to make any noise.
Those people immediately fell silent and shut up.
Old God Han Feng was here, and he didn't even look at the people behind the bald boy. He just focused his eyes calmly on the bald boy, waiting for his attack.
"You are very calm and are a rare master. Unfortunately, you are injured and have not recovered yet. You cannot be my opponent. If you cut off an arm and accept me as your master, I can spare your life!" The bald boy Du Lingfeng stared at Han Feng with bright eyes, as if he could see everything about him, and said confidently and arrogantly.
Han Feng's eyes flashed with strange light, and he was surprised at the other party's acumen, but naturally there was no expression on his face, and he said calmly: "Is this your only skill?"
"Okay, since you are so stubborn, I can only give you a ride!" Du Lingfeng's eyes flashed fiercely, and his body suddenly moved, instantly detonating the air. Amidst the rumble, the air waves shook the sky, and a series of figures flew toward Han. Coming forward, he was as fast as lightning. At this moment, he definitely exceeded twice the speed of sound, which was terrifying.
Han Feng's figure also shot out like lightning, with bright white light emitting from all over his body, and he crashed into the opponent like a mountain.
"Boom..."
The two of them didn't have any fancy moves, they just collided hard with each other. The air seemed to be ignited, the fire was radiating, and the energy they aroused was like thousands of sharp blades cutting through the sky and the earth, leaving deep ravines and clouds. Roads, one after another, nearly a hundred feet in length and breadth.
The few people behind Du Lingfeng had already retreated more than a hundred feet away before he took action. But even so, facing such a terrifying burst of power, they had to use various defensive weapons to resist, and their bodies retreated again and again. retreat.
"This guy must be dead!"
Several of them were very sure of this. Under such an impact, except for their young master who could withstand it, the guy in front of them would definitely not be able to compete.
