Han Feng and Zhao Weinan walked out of the martial arts arena together and entered the carriage as they parted.
Han Feng suddenly took out a brocade box from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Weinan.
"Brother Zhao, I haven't seen my uncle for a long time. This is a little gift of mine. Please bring it to your uncle, Brother Zhao. You must hand it over to your uncle with your own hands."
Zhao Weinan took the brocade box without thinking much, said goodbye to Han Feng and left.
Han Feng, served by Butler Zhang, boarded the carriage deck.
The moment the car curtain closed, Han Feng glanced at Murong Heng on the viewing platform again.
The latter's eyes were also staring coldly at his carriage at this moment.
"Butler Zhang, let's go!"
In the carriage, Han Feng sat cross-legged and meditated, practicing secretly.
In this battle, he consumed a lot of spiritual energy and blood. In the end, he fought Wu Zhenglong with all his strength. Although he won, he also suffered some injuries.
Han Yunshan was sitting opposite the carriage at the moment, also concentrating on protecting him.
It's getting dark and night is coming.
The carriage drove all the way out of the west city gate. Just after leaving the city gate, a figure flashed outside the city gate and flashed directly into the carriage.
Butler Zhang was unaware, but Han Yunshan in the carriage reacted instantly.
"Who is coming?"
His palms were wrapped with spiritual energy, and his lightning-like hands reached for the person who came.
However, at this moment, Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes and said.
"Elder, please wait."
Han Yunshan subconsciously stopped his hand. At this time, there was already a man in black in the carriage.
Han Feng looked at each other, and the latter stretched out his hand to lift the black scarf on his face, but it turned out to be Han Lin, who had just participated in the trial with Han Feng.
"Cousin Han Lin is following me all the way. What's the point of doing this?"
Han Feng was not surprised by Han Lin's appearance.
Because along the way, Xian'er had already sensed that Han Lin was following her secretly.
Han Lin cupped his hands towards Han Yunshan and then looked at Han Fengdao.
"Han Feng, you'd better not go out of the city tonight."
"What does my cousin mean by this?"
Han Lin lowered his voice.
"Yesterday, Han Mo went to the Wang family's residence late at night. I suspect they will be unfavorable to you. It should be safer to stay in Bailong County."
As soon as these words came out, Han Feng and Han Yunshan's expressions changed slightly.
Han Yunshan said warily: "Does this Han Mo want to join forces with the Wang family to deal with us?"
Han Feng quickly regained his composure.
"Thank you cousin for reminding me, but it is during the selection competition and the whole city is under martial law. I don't think Han Mo will cause any trouble, so there is no need to worry."
Hearing this, Han Chen couldn't help but frown.
"Be careful with Wannian Ship. I am a member of the Han family in the city and I shouldn't have come today.
But the old master of the family was kind to me in the past. I will say this. As for how to choose, it is up to you. "
After saying that, Han Lin flashed and left the carriage again.
As soon as Han Lin left, Han Yunshan said with a serious expression.
"Master, if it is true as Han Lin said, we must be careful. Why don't we stay in the city tonight?"
When Han Feng heard this, he waved his hands and said.
"Elder, there is no need to make a fuss. We will wait until we return home to discuss everything."
Han Yunshan was a little surprised when he heard this. He felt that this was not Han Feng's usual style of doing things.
When he wanted to persuade him again, he saw a playful smile on Han Feng's face, and there seemed to be murderous intent in his eyes.
Han Yunshan was startled and seemed to understand something, so he stopped talking.
…
That night, Han Feng returned to the Han Mansion safely and brought back the news that Han Feng had entered the finals. The whole family was overjoyed.
Everyone held a banquet to celebrate that night, and Han Feng did not refuse and celebrated with everyone.
Tonight, Han Feng seemed to be particularly happy, raising his glass frequently and taking turns to toast with everyone.
Especially with Han Yunshan and the other four elders of the family and his father-in-law Zhou Dafu, he had a few more drinks.
In the end, Han Feng was very drunk, and it was Zhou Yunmei, Bing'er and Butler Zhang who helped him back to the room.
The rest of the people also went back to their rooms to rest under the arrangements of several elders.
The moon is high and the night is getting darker.
The entire Han Mansion changed from a jubilant atmosphere to silence, as if everyone had fallen asleep.
In the dark room of the north wing, a pair of eyes as bright as stars suddenly opened and closed.
Han Feng glanced at Zhou Yunmei, who was already sleeping beside him, stretched out his hand a little on her back, and immediately floated out of bed like the wind.
After a moment, Han Feng, dressed in a black outfit, silently walked out of the room.
Under the moonlight, the drunkenness on Han Feng's face had long since disappeared, replaced by a calmness that chilled his heart.
Han Feng walked directly into the backyard of the North House. This is the northernmost courtyard wall of the entire Han Mansion. The outside world can directly climb over the wall and enter.
The backyard was empty, and even Erha, who used to huddle in the corner and sleep, was gone.
Han Feng went straight to the center of the courtyard, and with a thought, the Stormrage Overlord Spear appeared in his hand.
Smoothly inserting the spear into the ground, Han Feng crossed his legs and closed his eyes, entering a state of trance.
The evening breeze was blowing, and the backyard was completely silent!
a long time……
"Master, here we come!"
Xian'er's reminder came to his mind, and Han Feng remained motionless.
"rustle……!"
At this moment, there was an extremely subtle friction sound coming from the north wall of the Han Mansion's backyard.
The next moment, more than a dozen black figures rushed up the wall of the Han Mansion's backyard.
As light and agile as a cat, he dodged and fell into the courtyard, followed closely by a dozen more figures flying up the wall.
The first group of men in black who fell into the courtyard wall were just about to sneak towards the north room.
Unexpectedly, under the quiet moonlight, I could see Han Feng sitting cross-legged in the center of the courtyard with his eyes closed.
Everyone was shocked, and immediately reached out their hands at the same time, silently pulling out the sword from their waists.
Under the moonlight, a row of weapons glowed with a heart-stopping cold light.
The men in black didn't hesitate at all, and came straight towards Han Feng. Their movements were quick and decisive, and they looked like they were people with extraordinary skills.
Just as the group of people approached Han Feng, who was sitting cross-legged within a few feet of Han Feng, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Lifting the Overlord Spear in one hand, like thunder, sweeping across thousands of armies!
"Whoosh...!"
The cold and dark gun body, as fast as lightning, swept across all directions!
The dozen men in black were caught off guard and had no time to dodge, so they could only parry with the swords in their hands.
However, the Overlord Spear was so heavy and powerful, and coupled with Han Feng's inhuman strength, they couldn't resist it.
"Bang bang bang...!"
Under the darkness, a series of explosions of fine iron could be heard, and the sound of broken bones could be heard.
Seven or eight men in black flew out like sandbags.
This scene shocked the dozens of men in black who subsequently climbed over the wall.
However, this group of people are obviously well-trained people.
After just being shocked, everyone showed their weapons and charged towards Han Feng.
But before these people could take action, Han Feng swept away the seven or eight men in black with one shot and had already rushed into the opponent's camp.
One person and one shot are like a tiger joining a pack of wolves!
The spear was used vertically and horizontally, but being hit by the barrel of the spear would result in "broken bones and tendons." If the tip of the spear was hit, it would definitely penetrate the chest and bone!
Han Feng poured spiritual power into the body of the gun, and the "gun tassel" made of the natal feathers of the storm griffon exploded like a blade. It was extremely sharp and cut the necks of several men in black in an instant!
Although these people are well-trained and even have nearly ten Hui-level experts among them, they are no match for Han Feng.
In an instant, twenty or thirty people had fallen in the backyard, and the grass in the backyard was stained red with blood.
Just as Han Feng continued to kill like a killing machine.
On the wall of the backyard, a light flashed and a sound broke through the air.
Then a strong wind hit Han Feng Tianling!
Han Feng looked up and saw a man in black flying down. A long sword in his hand, wrapped in golden light, stabbed at him with an unparalleled sharp momentum.
Han Feng's pupils shrank, his spear flew left and right, and he thrust straight out, clashing with the opponent's sword.
"clang……!"
With a scream, the figure of the man in black floated down.
However, Han Feng was shocked by an astonishing spiritual power and took several steps back.
The spear moved back a little, blasting a pit in the ground, and then he stabilized his body!
