Han Feng did not rest that night, but was practicing hard until the next morning. (Work novel)

Over the past night, the fighting spirit in his body increased significantly, and he was close to the peak of the fourth grade, and he could reach the fifth grade fighting spirit level at any time.

Feeling the speed of the growth of fighting spirit in his body, Han Feng frowned. Although his current cultivation speed is incomparable to the past, Han Feng still felt a little slower. With his current strength, it is nothing in the family. If they want their father and son to not be bullied by the children of the inner house, they can only improve their strength as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Han Feng had a plan in his mind. He had a lot of research on medicine refining in his previous life. In order to speed up his cultivation, he decided to go out to find some materials and refine some elixirs for himself.

Han Yiyuan went out again early in the morning. Maybe he saw Han Feng practicing, so he did not alarm him.

Pushing open the door, this was the first time Han Feng stepped out of the house after returning to this life. Looking at the flowers and grass outside, Han Feng felt familiar and unfamiliar.

As one of the best big families, the entire manor is very large. Han Feng can only walk outside the manor along the familiar road with his long memories in his mind.

"Oh! Isn't this Han Feng? Why did you dare to run out after being injured?" A sharp voice came into Han Feng's ears.

Han Feng, who heard the sound, looked in the direction. Four or five children as old as him were walking towards him. After carefully recalling in his mind, Han Feng understood the identities of these people. These people are all children in the tribe. Although their status is high and low, they are not comparable to Han Feng.

Looking at these people, Han Feng remembered that it was the culprit who beat him to coma, and the words just now were also said from him.

Han Feng didn't want to pay attention to these people, but this group of people didn't seem to plan to let Han Feng go, and stepped forward a few steps to surround him.

"Han Feng, why are you in such a hurry to go where you go? We are all a family at least, so we don't say hello if we meet?"

"That's right, are you still angry about Xiao Guang's accidental injury to you last time? Brothers, you shouldn't be so stingy."

Several people talked around Han Feng. Han Feng felt it was very funny. He naturally understood these people, and he just wanted to cause some trouble for himself.

Although these people used to bully Han Feng, he has lived more than a few hundred years old now. How could he be like a few children? He would not seem naive.

Han Feng smiled faintly, greeted the people, and left without looking back.

The children were stunned at first, then chased after Han Feng and stopped Han Feng. The child who had called Han Feng before said with a smile: "Don't leave in such a hurry. We are just going to play games, so why don't you come together too."

"Game?" Han Guang was stunned for a moment, and the memory buried deep in his heart was suddenly hooked up.

Even though Han Feng remembers this person in front of him for a long time, he still has a deep impression of him. This person is called Han Guang, and he is his direct cousin. His father is Han Yiyuan's clan brother and Han Feng's seventh uncle.

Han Guang, who is only nine years old this year, has reached the level of basic level 4 and is considered the best among the children of this generation in the clan. With such a prominent identity and extraordinary talent, he is naturally extremely favored by the family.

And it was Han Guang, who relied on his favor in the family, often gathered some children of the same age to bully him.

Han Feng still cannot forget how he was played and played with by them again and again. He remembered the helplessness and anger when he happily got a few money from his frugal father, but was snatched away by these people with various excuses. He remembered that when these people used martial arts competitions as an excuse to beat him all over, his father hugged him, his face felt deeply pity and self-blame.

Thinking of this, Han Feng couldn't help but feel deeply moved. Who would have thought that after hundreds of years, he would go back to his childhood and experience these things again. But now that he has four hundred years of experience, everything will change.

Seeing that Han Feng did not respond, Han Guang continued, "It's better for us to play Feizi Liankong. Of course, it's not interesting to play simply. We add some lottery tickets, and the person who loses will have to hand over all the money he has on him. How about it?"

Han Guang's proposal naturally received support from a group of people behind him.

Han Feng laughed in his heart. He was just about to go out to buy some medicinal materials, but he was worried about finding a place to make money, but he did not hesitate to doze off and someone sent a pillow. At that moment, he agreed without hesitation.

When several people saw Han Feng agreeing, they secretly winked each other and showed successful smiles. Han Feng did not reveal this and his lips curled up slightly. Since you want to play, let's play with you.

One of them asked with disdain, "Are you rich in poverty?"

Han Feng said calmly: "Even if I don't have money, my father has it. Are you still afraid that my father will lose his debt?"

After thinking about it, the few people felt it was reasonable and they lost their opinions.

Flying bullets are actually a method used by the family to train the children of the clan to control fighting qi. However, Han Guang and others used him as a game to play. In fact, the principle is very simple. Place a few basins with shallow water irregularly on the ground, and then throw small stones into several basins. Of course, it is not just a simple shot. After hitting the first basin, the small stones will bounce up and then fly to another basin. And so on, it depends on who can hit the ground basin with one stone, the more the number of basin, the winner will be.

It looks simple, but it is a kind of training that tests the control of Dou Qi.

Like before, Han Feng had played with Han Guang and others several times, but at that time he only had the second-grade fighting spirit and was very weak, so he was naturally not a match for Han Guang. Although Han Guang and others were not at a high level.

However, Han Feng is not afraid of this flying bullet. In his previous life, he once learned a martial art of casting hidden weapons. This martial art requires a very high ability to control the fighting spirit. At that time, Han Feng spent three years to practice this martial art.

So today, this flying bullet is as simple as it is for him.

The game soon lost suspense.

When Han Feng threw out the last small stone and splashed nine shallow splashes, Han Guang and others standing beside him looked straight, and they all lost to the ground.

Especially Han Guang, he really couldn't figure out how Han Feng could win himself with a fourth-grade fighting spirit, even though he had only a second-grade fighting spirit. According to his thoughts, Han Feng should have been as sad as before, taking out all the meager money on him, and then being ridiculed by himself.
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