Peerless Martial Soul

Elder Sun looked at Han Cong, who was not far away, and mocked: "Elder Han, it seems that some people are timid in the face of the enemy and dare not come! It's really embarrassing. Is such a person worthy of being a disciple of our Qianyuan Sect?"

Han Cong was not far beside him. He glanced at Elder Sun and said calmly: "Maybe something has delayed me. Elder Sun, you should be lucky, because if Chen Feng comes, you will regret it."

He was also anxious, but he couldn't show it.

Elder Sun seemed to have heard something funny and laughed loudly: "What a joke, what a joke!"

There were also a few ordinary outer sect elders sitting next to him, and they all agreed.

An elder smiled and said: "Junior brother Han, please don't hold on. Who doesn't know that waste can't practice? Even if you get an occasional adventure and gain some strength, you can't go any further."

"That's right." Another elder sneered: "He is the same as his master. Once he has some ability, he becomes rampant and commits evil everywhere. In the end, isn't he punished by God?"

This elder had been dealt with by Yan Qingyu before and had always held a grudge. Even after Yan Qingyu died, he was no longer afraid and would not miss any opportunity to slander Yan Qingyu.

Han Cong suddenly turned around, stared at him, his eyes were as cold as lightning, and shouted: "Say it again!"

When the elder was stared at by him, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He glanced at Elder Sun and saw that he nodded slightly to him. He suddenly became bolder and shouted: "What's wrong with what I said? Isn't what I said the truth? So many of our brothers and sisters are sitting here, you Ask, who disagrees with what I said?”

Elder Sun and others all agreed, and the words they said were unpleasant. Han Cong's face turned pale with anger, and his anger rose.

But he couldn't beat the four hands with two fists, and he couldn't do anything on such a good day. He was so frustrated that he almost exploded!

At this moment, suddenly there was a commotion from the crowd not far away.

"I'm coming."

Everyone looked in one direction.

A young man wearing green clothes and long black hair separated from the crowd and walked slowly towards this side.

He is not old, but his demeanor is very calm and concise, and his eyes are deep and peaceful.

It was Chen Feng.

His hands were empty, and he did not hold the two-foot snake fang in his hand.

The crowd was silent for a moment. Suddenly, a young man shouted: "Trash, you can't be Senior Brother Cui's opponent. Now if you surrender and kowtow a hundred times, Senior Brother Cui might let you go."

When Chen Feng heard this, he paused and looked at him coldly.

When he met Chen Feng's eyes, the man couldn't help but feel cold all over, as if he had been poured down by a basin of cold water.

Chen Feng pointed at him, gently flapped his palms in the air twice, and said calmly: "I will swell your face later!"

After saying that, he turned around and left without even looking at him.

The disciple's face turned as red as a pig's liver, and he was so angry that he could not speak.

Chen Feng walked to the ring, facing Cui Zhenshan.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

Cui Zhenshan sneered.

"Now even if you kneel down and kowtow a hundred or a thousand times, I will break all the bones in your body, pull out all the muscles in your body, and make you scream miserably for three days and three nights. die!"

Chen Feng frowned.

Cui Zhenshan came closer, lowered his voice, and said coldly: "Do you know that this showdown between me and you was deliberately arranged by my master."

"I want to destroy you to vent my anger on the young master! Did my other two junior brothers die in your hands? Today, I will avenge them!"

"Let me tell you, how could it be such a coincidence that I met you in the first scene? It turned out to be a deliberate arrangement?"

Chen Feng sneered and said, "You guys really put a lot of effort into this."

"What is this? The fun is yet to come!"

Cui Zhenshan smiled sinisterly and said, "Do you just have Han Cong as your backer?"

"Let me tell you, not only will you die, Han Cong will also die, and Han Yu'er will become my young master's crotch toy. My young master has been attracted to this girl for a long time!"

"Haha, maybe they are the crotch toys of all our senior brothers! My young master always likes to give us things he is tired of playing with!"

"If you are still alive by then, you can see how she was abused by us."

"Of course, Han Cong's death will be an accident, an accident that no one can explain!"

Cui Zhenshan regarded Chen Feng as a mortal man and had no scruples in speaking in front of him.

He mentioned Han Cong and Han Yu'er, which made Chen Feng's expression turn cold instantly.

"Why so much nonsense? Have you finished farting?" Chen Feng asked impatiently.

He asked the elder who was acting as referee next to him: "Can we start now?"

The elder looked at the two of them expressionlessly, waved his hand, and announced loudly: "The seventy-fourth round of the first round of the Outer Sect Competition has officially begun! The duel is between Cui Zhenshan and Chen Feng!"

Hundreds of people around the ring were noisy and noisy, but they did not suppress his voice, and everyone could hear it clearly.

There was silence among the crowd for a moment, and everyone looked towards the ring.