Suddenly hearing a voice coming from behind, Fan Yue turned around and saw a handsome young man in white walking to the edge of the ring and looking at him with a smile on his face outside the light curtain.
Fan Yue was slightly startled.
"Junior Brother Han...have you recovered?"
Han Feng outside the ring nodded.
Fan Yue smiled bitterly.
"Junior Brother Han, senior brother is incompetent and failed to consume this man's combat power."
Han Feng smiled slightly.
"Senior brother, fighting with injuries has already shared the pressure for me, so there is no need to blame yourself. Leave the rest to me."
Feeling the flash of strong confidence in Han Feng's eyes, Fan Yue was slightly shocked and nodded immediately.
"good!"
Immediately, Fan Yue spoke directly to the two referees above the ring.
"I surrender this battle!"
Hearing that Fan Yue had taken the initiative to admit defeat, the Tianyuan College side naturally couldn't help but feel a burst of cynicism.
Han Feng disagreed with this. After the light curtain in the arena was removed, he went on stage and helped Fan Yue out of the arena with his own hands.
When Han Feng turned around and came on stage, Fan Yue couldn't help but remind him.
"Junior Brother Han, this person's personal skills are extraordinary and his strength should not be underestimated. You must be more careful."
Han Feng nodded again, then jumped lightly and stepped onto the ring!
When Han Feng appeared on the ring, the disciples of Tiannan College couldn't help but burst into commotion and started talking.
"This...isn't this Han Feng, the leader of the Batian Gang?"
"Ah, the new king of our college has appeared!"
"Wow...Senior Brother Han is so stylish!"
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Needless to say, Han Feng's popularity in Tiannan College, especially in Qianshan, can almost be described as "well known to everyone".
At first, he defeated all the invincible opponents in the junior martial arts arena, and then led his team to win the championship in the junior trial competition, and founded the Tyrant Gang as a junior disciple.
He had just been promoted to an intermediate disciple, and he dared to challenge three intermediate organizations alone in the intermediate martial arts arena, and even smashed the headquarters of the three organizations afterwards...
It can be said that almost everything Han Feng did in Qianshan was sensational and unbelievable.
After he was promoted to an intermediate disciple, many junior disciples in the academy even regarded him as their idol and goal.
As soon as Han Feng took the stage, a strong cry erupted from the crowd of junior disciples.
In contrast, the intermediate disciples of the academy did not seem to agree with Han Feng that much.
Seeing the other party taking the stage at this moment, the crowd couldn't help but burst into discussion.
"The academy actually excludes him from participating in the competition. Isn't this... too childish?"
"Yes, although this boy has the title of "Newcomer King", he is very strong and is indeed one of the best among the junior disciples.
But he had only been promoted to an intermediate disciple for a long time, and the "Senior Brother Jia" he replaced was the top master among the nine-star Chen level. "
Some people said with a doubtful attitude.
"You can't say that. This Han Feng is indeed very powerful. Half a month ago, I saw him defeat several Chen-level nine-star experts in the intermediate martial arts arena. His strength may not be weaker than that of Senior Brother Jia. .”
"Tch, the strongest combat power of our intermediate disciples is not in the martial arts arena. No matter how powerful Han Feng is there, he can't prove anything at all!"
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People have different opinions, but it is undeniable.
As soon as Han Feng came on stage, the gloomy atmosphere of Tiannan College, which was originally like a pool of stagnant water, suddenly became lively.
This scene also attracted the attention of Tianyuan College.
At this moment, they were all looking at the young man on stage curiously.
After just one glance, the senior officials of Tianyuan College couldn't help but look surprised.
"Chen level four stars!"
With their eyesight, they could naturally see Han Feng's true cultivation level at a glance, and were greatly surprised.
You know, in this bet, both sides took out the vital treasures of their respective colleges as bets.
The disciples sent out are also the best among the intermediate disciples.
In addition to three false star realm disciples from each faction, among the other participating disciples from the two houses, except for Murong Cheng, who had just entered the battle, who was an eight-star Chen level, all of them were nine-star Chen level cultivation.
Now that Tiannan College has sent a Chen-level four-star spiritual warrior, this has to be surprising.
What is going on? Has Tiannan College given up on the competition, or is it that the lower the cultivation level of Tiannan College, the stronger the combat power?
At this moment, a burst of laughter broke out in the disciple camp of Tianyuan College, and they all mocked that Tiannan College had no one and could not even send out a decent disciple.
However, standing at the front of the Tianyuan College team at this moment are Vice President Zhou Shan and Master Dong Shan, two moon-level experts.
At this moment, Han Feng was staring at the ring with a strange look.
Zhou Shan narrowed his eyes and said.
"This boy's Dantian power is quite powerful, almost as good as a Chen-level nine-star spiritual warrior."
Lord Dongshan on the side also blinked his eyes and said in surprise.
"This boy's Qi and blood are not as strong as usual. He seems to be a physical practitioner?"
Zhou Shan glanced at the senior officials of Tiannan College not far away, and saw Gu Xuanji standing at the top of the stairs, with his hands behind his back, looking like an old god.
He couldn't help but frown slightly and secretly sent a message to Song Qingshu on the stage.
"This is not an easy task, you must be careful to accept the challenge."
On the ring, Song Qingshu, who was as handsome as a young master from a noble family, heard this, his heart moved, and he nodded incomprehensibly.
Then he looked at Han Feng across from him with his eyes, put away the folding fan in his hand, and bowed his hands.
"I am an intermediate disciple of Tianyuan College, "Song Qingshu", who is nicknamed "Qingyun Laike". I have not asked you for your name!"
Looking at the other party's polite smile, a pair of dark eyes kept looking at him.
Han Feng's lips curled up slightly, and he returned the gesture with fists in his hands.
"I am an intermediate disciple of Tiannan College named "Han Feng", nicknamed "The Leader of the Demon Cult"."
"The leader of the Demon Cult?"
Song Qingshu couldn't help but be slightly startled when he heard this. He felt that the nickname was a bit weird, but he didn't think much about it and still smiled warmly.
"Brother Han is so impressive. He must have some unique skills. Please be merciful later."
Han Feng also smiled warmly when he heard this.
"Hey... no, no, no. Brother Song's Qinggong and body skills are unparalleled in the world. Han still wants to ask Senior Brother Song to "be gentle"."
The two of them were smiling and chatting politely in the ring, just like the cordial exchange between two "hypocrites".
As the two referees on the ring announced the start of the game, the two men still maintained humble and polite smiles on their faces.
However, while Han Feng was smiling, at the beginning of the ring, he suddenly took steps towards the front.
Everyone thought he would take the initiative, but unexpectedly, Han Feng stopped when he reached the center of the ring.
"Brother Song, please!"
Han Feng stood directly in the center of the ring, smiled and nodded at Song Qingshu, indicating that the opponent could take action.
And he himself was in the center of the ring with his hands behind his back and his head slightly raised, as if "looking up at the sky."
Seeing this situation, Song Qingshu couldn't help but be stunned, and even the spectators in the two houses below the arena were a little confused.
What on earth is this Han Feng going to do? He didn't show his weapons or make any moves, he just stood in the center of the ring and looked up at the sky.
Is this guy here to compete, or is he here to see the scenery?
Seeing this situation, Song Qingshu frowned slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he tightened his grip on the folding fan, ready to take action directly.
However, I don’t know if it was the reminder from the vice-dean just now or some other reason.
The moment he was about to take action, his heart suddenly tightened, as if he was being stared at by a pair of cold eyes, and he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.
He looked at Han Feng, but the other person was still looking at the sky with his hands behind his back, not looking at him at all.
Feeling strange in his heart, Song Qingshu did not rush to launch an attack.
Instead, he put on a calm and calm expression, unfolded the folding fan, shook it gently, and began to pace around Han Feng on the ring.
