He just suffered a small loss when he was careless, and now when he heard Han Feng's big talk, Han Zhengping was even more angry. He shouted: "Little bastard, you are just a second-level human rank. You, a waste, dare to fight me?"

Han Feng smiled faintly: "Uncle Seven is extremely powerful, and he personally taught me a lesson in the second-grade junior vagrant, who is really majestic and evil!"

"You!" Han Zhengping was blocked so much that he couldn't speak for a while, but he swept his unconscious baby son out of the corner of his eyes. He could no longer hold back the anger in his heart and shouted: "If you want me to teach a lesson, then I will fulfill you!" His body flashed and he rushed towards Han Feng. (Work a novel)

"Be careful with Feng'er!"

Han Yiyuan couldn't help but exclaim. Even though he decided to believe his son, even though he knew that his son's fighting spirit had now been upgraded to the third-level basic level, Han Feng was facing a master of the third-level level. How could he let go of his heart if he had a huge gap in strength between the two sides?

Han Yiyuan even regretted that he had promised his son just now and let him face such a powerful opponent alone. However, at this time, it seemed that it was a little too late to regret. His seventh brother had been carefully cultivated by the elders of the clan since he was a child, and his strength was still above him. Now he attacked suddenly, even if he was on guard, he could not stop his first attack.

However, what surprised and happy Han Yiyuan was that his son seemed to be...not...because of this third-level master of human rank, his son seemed to be...not...because he was not at a disadvantage.

In the blink of an eye, two figures, one big and one small, had already formed a group. What made Han Yiyuan feel incredible was that not only was his son injured without a single move, but he had a great time fighting with Han Zhengping.

Moreover, as Han Yiyuan gradually relaxed, with his eyes, it is not difficult to find that the one who had the upper hand at this time was his son!

The third grade of human level cannot beat the third grade of basic level!

Can the third grade of human level not compete with the third grade?

If he heard this before today, Han Yiyuan would just listen to it as a joke. What joke? Level suppression is not a joke. If you want to be talented in martial arts, he is a little stronger than Han Zhengping. If both sides have equal fighting spirit, he will definitely not be his opponent. Now, just because of his fighting spirit level, he has suppressed himself. In the past few fights with him, he was always bound by his hands and finally defeated.

The level of Dou Qi is only one rank different, which is already like this. Now, with the difference between his son and Han Zhengping, it is reasonable that his son was beaten to the ground and looked for teeth. However, the facts in front of him completely overturned Han Yiyuan's common sense.

However, after looking at it for a while, Han Yiyuan gradually discovered the mystery.

In the battle group, the son relied on his thin and flexible body to drill in Han Zhengping's palm fist shadow, without giving the opponent a chance to fight head-on. He was like a roundworm in Han Zhengping's heart, and knew his next moves well, standing in the dead corner of the moves in advance, attacking the enemy in advance, cutting off the possibility of his opponent taking a killer move.

Han Yiyuan could not see the mystery of Han Feng's moves at first, but after savoring them later, combined with the changes in the battle situation, Han Yiyuan gradually figured out the exquisiteness of those moves. For him, a martial artist who was obsessed with martial arts, it was as comfortable as a drunkard drinking aged wine. Unfortunately, the two sides fought too fast, and Han Yiyuan's thinking could no longer keep up. By the time he figured out the beauty of Han Feng's move, his son had already made seven or eight moves.

Compared to Han Yiyuan who was watching, Han Zhengping, who was in the battle situation, felt different at this time.

After all, the gap in fighting spirit is too big. Until now, Han Feng has long been unable to hide his true fighting spirit cultivation of the fifth-grade basic level. However, for Han Zhengping, there is actually not much difference between the opponent being the second-grade basic level or the fifth-grade basic level. What really shocked him was Han Feng's ability to predict the enemy's initiative.

Every move and every move of yours is cut off halfway through. The opponent's position and moves are all in the most uncomfortable place. However, you only have absolutely overwhelming fighting spirit, but you can't hit that flexible figure.

Occasionally, when the two sides intersected, Han Zhengping thought he had the initiative and could solve the battle in one fell swoop, but the result was that his fighting spirit was strangely led to the space, and the opponent's weak fighting spirit would not have any effect on him at all. However, the fact is that every time he hit, he felt heart-wrenching. Although he would not be injured, if this continues, he may be more and more disadvantages.

Han Zhengping felt more and more frustrated as he fought. He even would rather face a master with a far more fighting spirit than torture by one move than to suffer like this. If he continued to fight like this, Han Zhengping was afraid that he would not hurt his opponent, but he would vomit blood due to depression.

Han Zhengping was depressed in his chest, but at this moment, there were bursts of cheers coming from his ears.

"The master is so powerful that he can dominate the world. Why don't the little bastard kneel down and beg for mercy?"

"Okay! Master's punch is really wonderful!"

"Wow, the master's martial arts seem to be a little more sophisticated. The young people are so far away!"

...

The two slaves brought by Han Zhengping were flattering. They seemed to be a game, and neither of them wanted to be at a disadvantage in flattery.

However, these two servants didn't understand at all. His words made Han Zhengping even worse and he became even more angry.

They only saw their master's fist style and majesty, and thought he had the absolute advantage and was playing with the seemingly weak child. Naturally, they would not miss this opportunity and flatter him.

Hearing these sarcastic praises in his ears, Han Zhengping was both ashamed and angry, especially when he saw Han Yiyuan's forced smile on the side, he could not bear it. He sprayed out a mouthful of blood, and the airtight move finally showed a flaw.

How could Han Feng miss such a great opportunity? He changed his previous constant dodging and punched Han Zhengping's lower abdomen. When Han Zhengping hurriedly blocked, he realized that this was just a false move, which attracted the empty door on his chest. However, it was too late. Before Han Zhengping had the chance to change his move, Han Feng pointed his chest seven fingers as if he was light and solid.

Suddenly, Han Zhengping seemed to have lost all his strength in an instant and fell down softly, but Han Feng was in power and kicked him out of nowhere.

"Bang."

"Bang."
Chapter completed!