Douluo: My ancestors became gods in Dou Er Gang

Seeing this, Bai Cheng felt a little worried for the academy, but he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

"Hmph, Xiao Wuya, your doomsday is here!"

"I can't get that strange fire, and you can't have it either. Next, let's see what you do!"

And Bai Shan stood behind Bai Cheng, with a sneer on his lips.

Bai Shan glanced around with a sinister look, his heart full of excitement and expectation.

He secretly rejoiced that he could stir up this storm and plunge Canaan Academy into chaos.

No one knew that it was he who leaked the news of the strange fire.

"Haha, I finally waited for this day!" He was ecstatic in his heart, with a hint of cold light flashing in his eyes.

He knew that this attack must be related to his father Bai Canglong.

Thinking of this, he became more excited.

His father was behind the scenes, fanning the flames, making the storm more intense, and he could also benefit from it.

He couldn't help but look forward to it, thinking about how much benefit he could get.

Although he had contacted his father several times before and there was no response, he didn't care.

He firmly believed that his father and the elders in the family must be busy doing big things.

When everything goes well this time, he will definitely become successful and famous and become a hero of the family.

Thinking of all this, he felt overjoyed!

Baishan was extremely excited and full of infinite fantasies about the future.

Han Feng led everyone to the gate of Canaan College, with a fierce and majestic momentum.

An elder of Canaan College immediately appeared in front of them with a guard team, with a serious expression and a sharp gaze.

The elder roared: "Who are you? Dare to mobilize troops and come to my school for what?"

Han Feng was unmoved, and there was a hint of indifference and arrogance in his eyes: "I am here to make your school a history."

His voice was steady and majestic, full of domineering and arrogance.

With his order, the men behind him immediately took action.

They were agile and quickly rushed to the guard team of Canaan College and started a fierce battle.

The battle was about to break out, with swords and shadows, and the scene was extremely fierce.

The guards of Canaan College fought bravely, but Han Feng and his team were so powerful that they were almost unstoppable, forcing the guards to retreat step by step.

Han Feng stood there, looking at the battlefield indifferently, with a slight smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with the situation in front of him.

In the fierce battle, the guards of Canaan College retreated step by step, and the elders were also injured in the duel with Mo Tianxing and the two elders Jin and Yin.

The elder's face was horrified and covered with blood. He stood up with difficulty and asked Han Feng in a trembling voice: "Who are you?"

Han Feng was unmoved. He smiled proudly and said proudly: "I am Han Feng, the Dan Emperor of the Black Horn Region."

The elder was shocked when he heard this. He immediately realized that the opponent in front of him was not an ordinary person, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart.

He knew that the current situation was extremely unfavorable to the college, and he must take immediate action to save the situation.

"Retreat to the college! Speed!" The elder ordered, his voice full of anxiety and determination.

Upon hearing the order, the guards of Canaan College immediately stopped fighting and retreated back to the college.

They knew that they could no longer compete with Han Feng and others, so they had to temporarily avoid the limelight and wait for further instructions from the college's top management.

In this way, Han Feng led everyone and rushed into the college with great momentum, and every step seemed firm and domineering.

Behind him followed a group of subordinates, with cold eyes, as if they were conquerors on the battlefield.

At the same time, the great elder Su Qian rushed over with a group of senior management and teachers, blocking Han Feng and others.

Su Qian looked solemn and frowned. He stood there, his momentum was not weaker than Han Feng, showing an unfathomable sense of oppression.

"Han Feng, are you going to be an enemy of my Canaan College?" Su Qian asked deeply, his voice full of firmness and determination.

Han Feng just sneered and shook his head indifferently.

"I'm sorry, in my eyes, Canaan Academy is nothing, is it worth my trouble?"

He glanced at the gate of the academy with disdain, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule.

The students present heard the words, and their hearts sank, their faces turned pale, and their eyes showed deep fear.

When they heard the name of Han Feng, they couldn't help but feel an unspeakable fear in their hearts.

Han Feng, the Dan Emperor of the Black Horn Region, what kind of existence is that?

His strange sea of ​​fire is said to be invincible, and his identity as a sixth-grade alchemist is even more daunting.

"The one who came is Han Feng. This is really troublesome."

Some students muttered in a low voice, revealing unconcealed anxiety and uneasiness in their voices.

They realized that the threat facing the academy at this moment was by no means ordinary, and Han Feng's arrival would surely set off an unpredictable storm.

Su Qian frowned slightly, a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes. He stared at Han Feng and asked in a serious tone: "We at Canaan Academy have no grudges against you, why are you killing people?"

Han Feng sneered and shook his head lightly, as if mocking.

"No grudges? So what? What I want, your Canaan Academy happens to have."

His tone was full of arrogance and confidence.

Then, a trace of cold light flashed in Han Feng's eyes. He approached Su Qian unceremoniously, with an unquestionable threat in his voice.

"Hand over the Fallen Heart Flame of the Strange Fire, and I will let you go."

After hearing this, Su Qian's expression changed. A look of determination flashed in his eyes. He stepped forward and stood in front of Han Feng without showing any signs of weakness.

"Strange Fire Fallen Heart Flame? That is the treasure of my Canaan Academy. How could I hand it over to you so easily!"

His voice was steady and firm.

The atmosphere in the college became tense instantly, and the surrounding students also felt the pressure increase. They looked around nervously, not knowing what to do.

Han Feng's eyes were cold and arrogant, and he looked at Su Qian: "Stop pretending, I know you have already given your treasure to a junior.

Now, all you need to do is hand over the junior who befriended Xiao Wuya, and I will let you off the hook. "

His voice was low and majestic, revealing an insurmountable determination.

Su Qian's face was solemn, his eyes were firm and calm, and he showed no intention of flinching.

"We will never hand over Xiao Wuya."

His voice was full of determination and unyieldingness.

"The Fallen Heart Flame of Strange Fire is the treasure of my Canaan College, although it has been transferred to classmate Wuya.

But classmate Wuya is also a student of our college. Our students cannot be violated by anyone. "

Han Feng frowned slightly, and a trace of anger and dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"You are asking for your own death!" His voice was low and majestic, revealing an uncontrollable anger.