"presumptuous!"
Murong Heng's expression suddenly changed, and he stared at the young man in green shirt with a sinister look.
"Do you know who you're talking to?"
At this moment, Zhou Yunmei also woke up from the incident just now, grabbed the young man and said softly.
"Mr., forget it, let's not argue with them."
"Ms. sir."
As soon as he heard these two words, Murong Heng's handsome face suddenly twitched, and his eyes became more and more gloomy.
The person coming is naturally Han Feng.
Just now, Xian'er had secretly tested the liquid in the wine glass.
Han Feng naturally knew what dirty thoughts the guy in front of him had.
At this moment, a surge of anger surged in Han Feng's chest.
At the same time, the movement here also alarmed other guests in the hall, and many people cast surprised glances.
Seeing that Han Feng seemed to be confronting Murong Heng, everyone started talking.
"What happened? Isn't that Han Feng? Why did he get into trouble with the students of Tiannan College?"
"This Han Feng is too arrogant. This is a student of Tiannan College. How can he offend him?"
Those with good ears and eyes sneered when they saw this.
"This guy really doesn't know how to be brave. This guy is not only a student of Tiannan College, but also a leader of the Murong family in Donglin Mansion. Han Feng is probably going to be in bad luck."
"What, the number one family in Donglin Mansion, the Murong Family...!"
…
There was a lot of chatter around, Murong Heng heard it, and couldn't help but reveal a sinister and proud smile on his face.
He looked at Han Fengdao playfully.
"I'll give you two choices now, either, kneel on the ground now, kowtow to me and admit your mistake.
Or, let Miss Yunmei drink three drinks as a penalty and make amends to me alone for you. It's your choice. "
After hearing Murong Heng's condescending order, Zhou Yunmei's pretty face turned pale slightly, and she grabbed Han Feng's arm tighter.
"Ms. sir."
Han Feng reached out and patted her shoulder, telling her not to be nervous, and then turned to look at Murong Heng.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile actually appeared on his face.
"I will give you two choices, either, kneel on the ground and kowtow to admit your mistake.
Or, I'll beat you until you kowtow and admit your mistake! "
"you……"
Murong Heng's pupils shrank before he could speak.
A figure flashed in front of him, his fist as big as a sandbag, his pupils dilated rapidly!
Murong Heng was shocked. He didn't expect that the kid in front of him was so arrogant and dared to attack him first.
Moreover, the opponent's punch was so powerful that Murong Heng had no time to think about it as the strong wind hit his face.
The movement of the body was like a flying bird, sliding backward quickly while avoiding Han Feng's punch sideways.
However, Han Feng's punches continued like a gust of wind and rain.
One punch missed, and the next one followed, as fast as lightning.
Murong Heng lost the opportunity with one move, and the spiritual power in his body had not yet accumulated, but he relied on the body-passing technique to dodge all the way.
After withdrawing more than ten steps in succession, Murong Heng finally shouted angrily.
The powerful spiritual power in the body is circulating, and the silver light in the palm is strong.
"The Yangtze River Triple Wave!"
Murong Heng stood still, facing Han Feng's punches, and slapped three palms in the air in succession.
But he saw spiritual power surging in his palm like a tide.
One palm after another, Han Feng punched his palm several times, but he was unable to shake Murong Heng.
After Murong Heng pushed out his third palm, Han Feng was shocked by a force that was both soft and strong, causing him to slide backwards!
When Murong Heng saw Han Feng being knocked back with the force of his palm, the look of shock and anger on his face subsided slightly, and he said proudly.
"Hmph, I admire those who overestimate their abilities..."
Before the word "Murong" came out of his mouth, a figure flickered in front of Murong Heng's eyes, and Han Feng actually attacked again.
With one palm shot, seven illusory palm prints were superimposed and blasted towards him.
Murong Heng was so angry that he had no choice but to swallow the rest of his words and use his palms to meet the attack.
"Boom boom boom...!"
After more than ten palm strikes, Murong Heng's powerful palm power failed to knock the opponent back.
"Damn it!"
Murong Heng became more and more angry, and the spiritual power of the eight brilliant stars in his body surged out wildly, and a faint aqua-blue halo appeared on the surface of his body.
Murong Heng has a seventh-grade water-attributed spiritual vein, and he is about to unleash his "attributed spiritual power" at this moment.
However, just as the spiritual power in Murong Heng's body was surging, Han Feng, who was opposite him, let out a light in his eyes and shouted in his mouth.
"Wind and Thunder Step!"
"Whoosh...!"
The wind howled in his ears, and Murong Heng felt that there were no people in front of him, and a sharp wind was coming from behind.
He was startled, and suddenly turned around and swept across with his palm.
The palm force directly penetrated Han Feng's body behind him.
"Afterimage...!?"
Murong Heng was shocked.
The next moment, there was a loud roar in front of me!
Han Feng appeared in front of him like a ghost.
His right fist released a glimmer of blood and hit his Dantian with the force of thunder!
Murong Heng was horrified, Han Feng's punch came too hard and too fast.
Even his own attribute-based spiritual power has not yet been fully activated.
Almost without thinking, he reached for the sword on his waist.
The Murong family is good at "swordsmanship", but their fists and kicks are relatively weak.
After discovering that Han Feng was extraordinary in strength and had amazing fists and kicks, Murong Heng immediately chose to use his sword.
However, when Murong Heng stretched out his hand, he found nothing.
Only then did he remember that he didn't have a sword at all when he went to the banquet today.
Because he didn't expect that someone would dare to attack him at the banquet.
"Oops!"
Murong Heng secretly thought something was wrong, but his hands were also very fast.
He slapped Han Feng's punch with one palm, and used the other arm to protect his Dantian.
He thought to himself that no matter how powerful the opponent was and his skills were so profound, even if he could withstand his punch, it would be nothing.
However, when Murong Heng's palm force collided with Han Feng's punch.
His expression changed.
The power of Han Feng's punch was so strong that it was like a high-speed moving "fortress" hitting him.
A terrifying force directly shattered his hastily gathered palm power and knocked him back.
A punch hit hard on the arm that was protecting his dantian.
"Bang...!"
A muffled sound erupted in the hall, and Murong Heng straightened his body.
Under this punch, his bow bent into a shrimp shape, and his body slipped several feet away.
Murong Heng's face turned red instantly, the muscles on his face twitched, and the spiritual power on his body was rippling violently.
The severe cramp-like pain in the abdomen spread throughout the body like a tide.
He only felt that his legs were weak and he almost wanted to kneel on the ground.
He quickly mobilized his spiritual power to stabilize his body and not fall down.
Seeing this scene, Han Feng's eyes were cold and he flicked his finger.
"Kneel down!"
"Whoosh...!"
A bloody bolt shot out and hit the opponent's dantian.
The crowd around him screamed in surprise, and Murong Heng was also shocked at this moment.
At the critical moment, a figure in blue robe appeared out of thin air and appeared between Han Feng and Murong Heng.
The visitor waved his sleeves, and an invisible energy directly dispersed the bloody shock.
"Two little friends compete in martial arts, just hit the point."
