The deafening sound surged throughout the floor, echoing non-stop, strange lights flashing, flames and thunder and lightning flashing together, and then disappearing in an instant.
"ah……"
Wu Rong's face turned red, he opened his mouth and roared, his whole body was wrapped in dragon shadow, his fist turned into a huge dragon head, showing a fiery red color, trying his best to resist the infinite fist power of Tyrant Fist!
A large amount of energy sputtered, forming thousands of cloud paths, shooting at the walls on all sides like sharp arrows, causing the formations to be opened one after another, and the talisman light was brilliant, suppressing everything!
After a while, the dragon head phantom formed by Wu Rong's fist suddenly appeared cracks, and then there was a cracking sound, and it exploded instantly. His fist immediately burst open, blood spattered, and the wound spread all the way to his arm, which was deeply visible. The bones drooped weakly, completely ruined!
He let out an unwilling grunt, and his body was blown away like a kite with its string broken. With a loud bang, it hit the wall behind him. He was covered in blood and slid down softly. He collapsed to the ground, as if all his bones were broken. They were all shattered!
Han Feng did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him. He loosened his fist and waved away the remaining power, saving Wu Rong's life.
"What kind of boxing is this!" Wu Rong struggled to get up and looked up at Han Feng, with a look of helplessness on his face.
According to his perception, Han Feng's fist power has exceeded the limit of the earth-level Guiyuan Consummation. No monk of a higher level can stop him. He was defeated unjustly!
"You still won't admit defeat? Do you really want to die?!" Han Feng slowly came to him and did not answer his question. Instead, he looked at him seriously and asked.
"I lost, what's the difference between death and immortality!" Wu Rong was dejected.
"Hehe, that's a big difference. If you don't die, you will still have one day to defeat me!" Han Feng said with a smile.
After a pause, he added: "Besides, if you die, who will protect Miss Mu Chun? She has been under your protection all these years, and she has offended many people secretly and openly. Now she has lost thousands of Guiyuan people. With her ranking on the list, is it possible that you want her to face everyone's provocations alone? In this big city, you will not be the only one who covets her beauty!"
Wu Rong was stunned, his eyes flashed, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he snorted and asked: "Why don't you kill me and Mu Chun? What is your purpose?!"
"Purpose? Do you deserve my purpose?!" Han Feng smiled and asked.
These words fell in Wu Rong's ears, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. After thinking about it, he also felt that it made sense. The other party was such a powerful person, and he was severely injured in an understatement. In his feeling, even if he was in the ordinary fake elixir realm Even the monks may have trouble competing with him!
Would such a person have any plans for him and Mu Chun?
He was seriously injured at the moment, his mind was not flexible enough, and he could not reason clearly, but he still refused to give in, and said bravely: "Who knows what you are thinking, in short, I just don't accept it, and I will challenge you again in the future!"
"That's right, I'll keep the green hills without worrying about having firewood, I'll wait for you!" Han Feng smiled faintly, and then suddenly glared: "Back to the topic, shouldn't you admit defeat?"
Wu Rong sighed secretly and had no choice but to admit defeat and let the teleportation formation on this floor activate, sending him and Han Feng out and instantly back to the lobby on the first floor.
They came out not too late, but they were not the first either. At this moment, five pairs of monks had finished the battle, and they were basically separated from life and death. There were five headless corpses lying on the ground. It was very strange. Dazzling!
Wu Rong glanced at the corpses and felt a thump in his heart. He always appeared in this hall as a winner in the past, but he never thought that one day he would fall to the ground and look up at the pride and arrogance of other winners!
He felt very unhappy, but deep down he was still a little lucky. At least he did not die and became a cold, headless corpse.
In fact, in so many years of challenge competition, most of the losers were destined to die. The Rogue Cultivator Alliance and even the Feather Immortal Sect looked on with acquiescence and would not interfere in the slightest.
Thinking of this, he raised his head slightly and looked at Han Feng, who was sitting cross-legged and closing his eyes to relax. He didn't know whether to be resentful or grateful.
Han Feng was completely unaware of his feelings. At this moment, he wished that this round of challenges would end quickly so that he could carry out his next plan.
After a short time, the monks were sent down one after another. In less than a cup of tea, they all appeared, and Han Feng was able to leave this place.
Not far after he walked, Didi came up to him and asked earnestly: "Fellow Daoist Han, how are you?!"
"Narrow victory!" Han Feng said modestly without making any noise.
"Really won?" Didi still looked a little unconvinced. Wu Rong was not as powerful as Mu Chun, and was several times more powerful. Han Feng could actually defeat the opponent, which really made him incredible.
"Stop talking nonsense and go check it out yourself!" Han Feng rolled his eyes, seemed a little impatient, and left. This guy is always questioning his own strength, and I don't know how he dares to follow him. If Han Feng hadn't been able to sense from the soul contract that he had no malicious intentions, otherwise Han Feng would have doubted the other party's purpose.
Didi was shocked, nodded in agreement, and followed closely behind.
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Another day passed, and Han Feng returned to the Thousand-story Tower again. He directly set the challenge target at number 601, a guy named Luo Chen.
What he didn't expect was that this guy accepted his challenge within an hour, so he had to rush back again. He was not tired, but felt a little unhappy.
Ever since, this guy Luo Chen was in trouble!
Especially when Han Feng teleported to the 601st floor, this guy was still shouting and almost insulting Han Feng.
Therefore, as soon as the light curtain in the middle lowered, Han Feng launched a fierce attack on this guy. The first one was Ba Tian Fist. This skill was exposed anyway, so he didn't mind using it in advance.
Luo Chen's strength was more than a little bit worse than Wu Rong's, and he couldn't be compared with Han Feng. He was completely defeated after just one face-to-face meeting. This was Han Feng's mercy, otherwise he would definitely die. It's very tragic, and it's possible to completely explode and die.
But despite this, not a single bone in his body is intact, and he is almost paralyzed. It would cost a lot of money to restore him to his original state.
Han Feng picked him up, and Han Feng injected a burst of vitality into his body. Only then did he wake up and hurriedly admit defeat.
At this point, Han Feng took his place and became the 601st. He gradually gained a reputation in Dachuan City. Many forces began to pay attention to him, and even some strong men within the Rogue Cultivator Alliance had their eyes fixed on him. on the body.
