Nine Flames Sovereign

"Sister Lin!"

　　 Han Feng pulled Lin Qingshan anxiously. After all, this is the Xuanyuan Arena, and it's other people's territory.

　　 Old man Zhang's complexion was stagnant.

　　 stayed here for so long, no one dared to speak to him like this for a long time.

　　 Old man Zhang was about to get angry, Lin Qingshan passed away in a flash and exploded with an aura belonging to the late stage of the Eleven Stars. Old man Zhang's face became stiff, and finally he abruptly endured it.

　　 "I'm an 11-star master of human rank, I kicked the iron plate, old man."

Han Feng hurriedly said at this time: "Senior, the junior is here to apologize for your sister. The junior is not arrogant, but does have that strength. Then, the junior can fight five games a day, and the senior can watch from the side. With a little bit of gasping, the senior can end the junior’s game, and the junior loses without a fight."

　　 Old man Zhang's original intention was indeed for Han Feng's favor, although he was a little annoyed by Lin Qingshan, but his strength was so strong that Old Man Zhang could only bear it.

　　 Now that Han Feng apologized, Old Man Zhang's anger dissipated a lot.

　　 Old man Zhang smiled bitterly: "Well, in that case, just follow you. I'll be watching when the time comes."

　　 The reason why Old Man Zhang intervened was because of Han Feng's good talents. He didn't want a genius to be a pity on the way. He didn't want to target Han Feng. Now they gave him a step, and Old Man Zhang naturally took it.

　　 "This lady, the old man I used to have a lot of mood swings. If you provoke the lady, please don't care about it."

　　 Lin Qingshan exhaled, "I am also anxious to speak."

　　 Xiao Meng secretly wiped a cold sweat at this time, and inserted it in the middle: "Mr. Han, Miss Lin, I will take you to your room."

　　……

Xiao Meng took the two to a room and said: "Mr. Han, maybe your strength is really strong on the first floor, but after all, you have no record. Currently, you can only wait in the lower room on the first floor. If you have a winning streak, you can enter the middle-class room, and you can enter the upper-class room with a seven-game winning streak."

　　 "If you can achieve ten consecutive victories with Mr. Han, you will be able to enter the special room."

　　 "These rights are always valid. Even if you leave and come back in the future, you can still live in a room of the corresponding level until you enter the second floor, Mr. Han."

　　 "The inferior rooms on the second floor are not inferior to the special rooms on the first floor."

　　 Entering the lower-level room on the first floor, Han Feng immediately covered his nose with his sleeves. There was a lot of dust in the house. As soon as the door was opened, a cloud of dust rose up.

　　 Lin Qingshan's mouth twitched, and then gritted her teeth: "Brother, hurry up and fight, this house is not inhabited at all."

　　 Xiao Meng looked embarrassed.

　　 Han Feng waved his hand to let Xiao Meng leave, and then started cleaning up with his own hands, sorting out two places to sit down.

　　 "Sister Lin, I will be able to change the room tomorrow. This room is not worth cleaning. It is enough to sit down now, anyway, I will change it tomorrow."

　　 Han Feng said and sat down.

　　 There are only two people now. Lin Qingshan lifted the veil and rolled her eyes: "You men are so unattractive. I can't do it. Get out of the way and I will clean."

　　When it comes to housework, women seem to be better than men. Soon Lin Qingshan was almost done.

　　 A hint of warmth suddenly rose in Han Feng's heart: "It would be great if it has been like this." Lin Qingshan's behavior reminded Han Feng of a small and warm family.

　　 In his previous life, when he was a child, Han Feng also experienced such a family. His father went out to work and his mother did housework and cooking at home. Each had its own responsibilities, but unfortunately...

　　 "Brother, what do you think?" After Lin Qingshan cleaned up, seeing Han Feng startled, she couldn't help asking.

　　 Han Feng suddenly came back to his senses, a little embarrassed: "He...hehe, nothing."

　　 Lin Qingshan knew that Han Feng didn't want to say, so she didn't ask again.

　　……

　　 Front desk.

　　 Xiao Meng asked Old Man Zhang: "Senior Zhang, how to arrange?"

　　 Old man Zhang touched his beard and said: "According to the rules, the first three games are Human Rank One Star, Human Rank Two Star, and Human Rank Three Star Early."

　　 "In the next two games, I will arrange two fairly ordinary three-star peaks for him, so I just let me observe whether that kid is bragging."

　　 "Even if it is bragging, fighting with ordinary human-level three-star peaks with the cultivation base of other-level three-star peaks, there will be no disability or incurable injuries."

　　 Xiaomeng smiled, "Senior, your heart is still so soft."

　　 "I thought you would arrange five human-level three-star peaks for him, and among them there are more powerful human-level three-star peak martial artists to avenge him."

　　 Old man Zhang coldly snorted: "Old man, I'm not that bad."

　　 "Of course, this is also the boy with clear eyes, unlike a liar, and it gave me the old man down the steps. If I trouble the old man again, it will be my old man's ignorance and little belly."

　　……

　　 One night's time passed.

　　 On the second day, the Xuanyuan Arena became noisy again, and various battle shouts sounded in the battle hall.

　　 "Senior is early."

　　 Han Feng saw Old Man Zhang and said hello.

　　 Old man Zhang beckoned: "Boy, your game is after three battles, and then you have to fight five consecutive battles. Warm up in advance."

　　 Han Feng smiled but didn't say anything. In the early stage of a few people, it was nothing at all.

　　 Old man Zhang saw this, and his heart moved: "Maybe this kid is really extraordinary~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Lin Qingshan quietly followed Han Feng, the veil once again concealed his beautiful face.

　　 Han Feng was in the background, looking at the arena in the battle hall.

　　 The two sides in the battle are two-star human ranks. You come and go with you. In the end, a blue-shirted man is slightly better and won.

　　The next second game and third game.

　　 These two battles are very fierce in the eyes of ordinary people or mortal martial artists, but in Han Feng's eyes, they are very boring.

　　 "It's you." Old man Zhang's voice suddenly sounded, and Han Feng calmly walked into the arena from the backstage.

　　 As soon as Han Feng appeared, there was an uproar around him. Han Feng is too young. How strong can he be at this age?

　　 For a while, many people were disappointed, thinking that there was almost nothing to watch in this game.

　　 Some warriors who use the game to gamble, because they don't know Han Feng, they didn't make any gambling rashly.

　　 On the audience stage, a middle-aged man narrowed his eyes: "It turns out that his name is Han Feng, huh, it's better to lose, otherwise I will let him know that this arena is not for all hairy boys to come."

　　 This middle-aged man is exactly the wretched uncle that Han Feng and Lin Qingshan met yesterday.

"please!"

"please!"

　　 At the arena, Han Feng and the opponent both bowed, and the opponent suddenly attacked.

　　 is a sneak attack!

　　 Han Feng's expression remained unchanged, the opponent attacked faster, and retreated faster. In the blink of an eye, he flew back and fell off the stage.