"What? Feng'er injured Xiaoguang?" Han Yiyuan looked surprised, then shook his head and denied it, "Impossible. Although Xiaoguang is young, Douqi is already a fourth-ranked rank. How could my Feng'er be Xiaoguang's opponent, let alone injured him. (Hand-hand novel)"

Just at this moment, Han Feng also walked out of the room. He naturally heard what the other party said just now, and said in his heart: "Sure enough, this guy won't let me go easily."

"Feng'er, why are you out?" Han Yiyuan knew what kind of person he, the nominal seventh brother, was. When he saw Han Feng coming out, he hurriedly stopped him behind him.

"Dad, it was Han Feng who injured me today. I don't know what evil method he used, but he defeated me in a few strokes. You want to avenge me." Han Guang, who had not spoken, saw Han Feng appear and shouted to Han Zhengping.

Han Zhengping snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "Don't worry, Guang'er, my father will make the decision for you."

Han Yiyuan's face changed drastically when he heard this. Although he was extremely angry, he knew that he was not the other party's opponent. For the sake of his son's safety, he had to whisper: "Zhengping, Feng'er is still a child. Even if you do something wrong, you have a lot of adults, don't bother with the children."

"You can finish it just by not caring about it. Then wouldn't my son be beaten for nothing?" Han Zhengping stepped forward and said ruthlessly.

"Then what should I do if I was almost beaten to death by your son last time?" Han Feng said lightly.

"That's a competition. You are not as good as someone else's skills, and you can't blame anyone if you beat me to death. But today you first took my son to gamble, but he lost and missed the debt. Guang'er argued with you. You injured Guang'er after a disagreement, and finally snatched all his money. If I report this to the patriarch, you will wait to be expelled from the family." Han Zhengping said shamelessly.

Seeing that Han Yiyuan was confused, Han Feng had to briefly tell the story. After hearing what Han Feng said, Han Yiyuan couldn't help but angrily: "Zhengping, it was obviously your Han Guang's fault. You actually falsely accused Feng'er. I didn't even settle the score with you for the last time, and you dared to slander someone."

"What does this mean by you bastard? What do you mean by falsely accusing him? Otherwise, how could you go to the patriarch to judge him? Who would he believe?" Han Zhengping said with a proud look on his face.

When Han Yiyuan heard about looking for the patriarch, he couldn't speak. Although he knew that the matter was not about Han Feng, with Han Zhengping and Han Guang's status in the family, everyone would probably be facing him. In the end, the father and son would definitely suffer losses.

"What do you want?" Han Yiyuan suppressed the anger in his heart and planned to calm down the situation.

When Han Zhengping heard this, he couldn't help but feel more proud and said arrogantly: "I am actually easy to talk to. As long as you take out a hundred gold coins and ask this little bastard to apologize to Guang'er, I won't care about this matter for the time being. What do you think?"

"One hundred gold coins? Where did I get one hundred gold coins?" Han Yiyuan couldn't help but shouted after hearing the other party asking for one hundred gold coins. In order to treat Han Feng's injuries, Han Yiyuan had spent all his family's savings, so how could he take out money?

"If you don't give it? Then wait for expulsion from the family, and your son will be punished by clan rules." Han Zhengping threatened fiercely.

"Okay, then let's go to the patriarch to judge and see if they believe that a second-grade warrior can defeat a fourth-grade warrior in just one or two moves. Doesn't that mean that your son is even more useless than the waste I am like?" Han Feng walked up to the two and said.

"You..." Han Zhengping suddenly became angry when he heard this.

At this time, Han Guang, who was standing next to him, was also furious when he heard this. He took advantage of Han Feng's back to him and punched Han Feng hard. During the day today, he lost badly.

However, Han Guang would not have expected that Han Feng is no longer the same Han Feng as before whom he lets him beat, scold and bully.

Even if it is a head-on battle, Han Feng's current basic fifth-grade cultivation is already stronger than him. What's more, Han Feng has more than four hundred years of memory, and has countless unique magical skills in his heart, and has countless life-and-death battles with masters of all levels. How could Han Guang imagine?

If Han Guang had attacked Han Feng openly, the result might be better, because Han Feng would have shown some mercy to his father, but now he chose to attack, but he was asking for trouble.

Discovering something strange behind him, Han Feng subconsciously slammed his palm, and the non-magnificent fifth-grade fighting spirit was instantly condensed by him on the edge of his palm and slashed Han Guang's throat.

Finally, Han Feng came to his senses in time and stopped most of the fighting spirit, but even so, Han Guang was overwhelmed with a heavy blow. He couldn't even make a scream, and was shocked and fell backwards straight.

"Guang'er!" Han Zhengping exclaimed, his figure flashed, rushed to his son, and grabbed his body.

When Han Zhengping found that his son had just fainted, he breathed a sigh of relief, but when he turned his head to look at Han Feng, a hint of ruthlessness suddenly appeared on his face.

"Little bastard, how dare you hurt my son!"

Before he finished speaking, Han Zhengping slapped Han Feng with a big slap.

Han Zhengping actually attacked the younger generation regardless of his identity. He finally didn't use all his strength, but he also condensed some of the fighting spirit. With the third-level fighting spirit level of the other level, if this palm is solid, Han Feng may be seriously injured even if he doesn't die.

"stop!"

Han Yiyuan roared. He didn't expect Han Zhengping to be so shameless. Seeing his palm suffocating his son, he was shocked to his heart and gallbladder, but it was too late for him to save him.

Subconsciously closing his eyes, Han Yiyuan thought his son was already doomed, but when he opened his eyes again, he found that his son stood calmly, while his brother groaned and took a step back, with a look of shock and anger on his face.

Although he couldn't figure out what trick this changed, Han Yiyuan's heart hanging high fell back to his chest. He quickly took a few steps and stood in front of his son.

Although he knew he was not Han Zhengping's opponent, he still protected his son firmly and shouted loudly: "Feng'er, run quickly!"

"Dad, don't worry, he can't hurt me." Han Feng walked out from behind his father, stood opposite Han Zhengping with his hands behind his back, and said lightly.

His thin and small body seemed to be weak, but at this moment, Han Yiyuan seemed to see a peerless master who was firmly protecting him. The indescribable aura made Han Yiyuan's movement pause for a moment.
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