Looking at the confusing afterimage of the fire in the smoke, Han Feng was startled and rushed in. He searched carefully. If he accidentally beat the leader of the Hundred Beasts to death, it would be a big deal.

However, he repeatedly inspected several times, and even used his spiritual sense that had just been pregnant, he found no clues, as if he had disappeared from this area the moment the giant fireball hit Song Zhihe.

"It can't be a body technique."

After carefully checking, Han Feng took a step back and walked out of the smoke, and said suspiciously: "I have learned his body skills. I will never have time to avoid such a celestial spiritual skill, not to mention that his spiritual power has been exhausted and it is impossible to use his skills."

"Young boy, you're pretty smart. You know you're going to force me into a desperate situation and then solve it with one move." Suddenly, Song Zhihe's intermittent voice suddenly came from his ears. It could be heard that he was a little injured, but it was not as severe as he thought.

He quickly turned his head and saw less than ten feet away. Song Zhihe was holding a spiritual treasure that looked like a turtle shell in his hand. There was a faint pattern on the spiritual treasure flashing with a shimmer. From this, it seemed that Song Zhihe must have sacrificed the spiritual treasure in the lightning and fire, blocking the fatal blow, and escaped safely.

"I am worthy of being the leader of the Song Sect. At the critical moment, I actually have a spiritual treasure to protect myself. I admire this." Han Feng's eyelids shook, knowing that if he fights again next, he will definitely be crushed.

His spiritual power and soul power were both empty, and Song Zhihe had recovered a small part of it with the advantage of his realm. With the blessing of spiritual treasures, Han Feng had no chance of winning.

"What, Mr. Han is timid? He is timid? He is afraid?" Song Zhihe narrowed his eyes. Although the boy in front of him seemed to be single and weak, his momentum was not weak at all when he fought his life. It can even be said that no one in the Hundred Beasts Sect can compare with the Young Master Han in front of him.

What's more, the beam has been formed this time, and if this child is not removed, it will inevitably cause future troubles.

But just as he thought of this, Li Qianshang behind Han Feng suddenly coughed and reminded him of his existence.

Seeing this action, Song Zhihe couldn't help but sweat on his forehead. Han Feng was indeed powerless now, but behind him was all the combat power of the Medicine Palace. If he really took the opportunity to kill, he would probably die faster than Han Feng.

Besides, it is very bad to spread that the senior attacks and kills the juniors.

Song Zhihe's eyes rolled and thought to himself, "Since you can't kill and you will have troubles after making grudges, you can only find a way to give this matter... In this way... it seems that you can only feel wronged by my incompetent son."

"Mr. Han is indeed a talented person, both civil and military. We are both civil and military. We are not acquainted. It is also an honor for me to have such an outstanding junior to come. I hope Mr. Han will not mind this misunderstanding."

"From my years of eyesight, Mr. Han must not be the kind of person who will cause trouble on a whim, so since there is a reason for the matter, I will definitely give you an explanation." After that, Song Zhihe turned around and waved his sleeves.

An elder who was watching on the top of the steps of the Hundred Beasts Gate nodded and flew into the main hall. After a moment of blinking, he heard a young man shouting: "Elder Ge, I have nothing to do with you on weekdays! Why did you suddenly arrest me for interrogation? Didn't you just snatch a beautiful girl? Bah! Your hands are too dirty! Put me down!"

Han Feng glanced at the shouting and saw a young man wearing a blue robe being caught by the elder just now, like an eagle carrying a chicken, but it was obvious that the elder had already held his hands very carefully, otherwise it would be difficult for the young man to not hurt him as he struggled so hard.

"You old man dares to glar at me? Let's see how my father taught me a lesson--ah--" The elder was scolded and was angry, slowed down and threw the young man from mid-air to the ground, mercilessly. Then he turned around and knelt towards Song Zhihe and said, "The master of the sect, he brought it, but he was a little disobedient. The subordinate accidentally injured him, and asked the master of the sect to punish him."

"Hehe, the old man is scared now? Dad, let me tell you, this old bastard dared just now-" The young man crawled out of the stone pit with resentment, and just now a big bag was knocked out on the bluestone bricks and tiles above his head. With his thief-eyed face, he looked like a thief who was beaten out of his home.

But before he could finish speaking, Song Zhihe strode forward and slapped him suddenly.

"Bang!"

"Dad?" The young man was stunned, then he showed resentment and anger in his eyes, shouting loudly at Song Zhihe, asking, "I did nothing, but was bullied by that dead old man. Why did you hit me?"

"Bang!"

"Dad? What are you today--" The young man was slapped again. This time he was not fierce, but instead he was at a loss and looked at Song Zhihe pitifully.

"Bang!" Another crisp cry of face sounded. This time the young man stopped talking, but just rubbed the red palm prints on his face aggrievedly, and his eyes flashed sometimes, and he turned back to the main hall viciously.

"Sect Master, I think the young master is young after all, and it is inevitable that he will make mistakes. It is better to--" The elder's face turned a little blue and white. He didn't know which medicine the sect master was selling in the gourd. Is he really upsetting for him or deliberately making a bitter plan for Han Feng to show him to disperse the people surrounding the sect.

You know, Song Zhihe loves his only son Song Haochun the most in daily life. So last time Song Haochun got drunk in the Imperial City Restaurant and accidentally killed the shop owner to vent his anger. He suppressed him with a lot of gold, silver and treasures, and made the waiter who day become the shop manager.

Why is the master of the sect today so abnormal that he slapped his son three times in the face?

"Look at the good things you did!" Song Zhihe finally spoke. He was very angry. First, he wanted to play a trick to persuade the people in the Medicine Hall to withdraw, and second, he really didn't expect that he hadn't cared about his son for a few days. His son was really hard and had a promising future. Even his eldest elder dared to scold him. If this continues, it is estimated that in a few years, he will be able to climb onto his head and curse his ancestors several times.

"You actually kidnapped Lord Li's disciple back? You are so patient. Did you take the courage of Xiong Xin and Leopard?"

"Today I was arguing with the chief disciple of Palace Master Li. His level was able to cross a realm and stalemate with me. If I hadn't sacrificed the spiritual treasure, I would definitely not be Mr. Han's opponent-"

This sentence is actually what Song Zhihe said in his heart. The senior disciples of other sects are already top-notch masters in the imperial city, but the "nominal disciple" of his family is still eating and drinking every day and forcing the female girl. It is no different from the bully and gangster on the street!

Song Zhihe wanted to slap him again, but when he saw the tears on Song Haochun's face, he couldn't help but soften his heart.

"And you! Not only do you not practice martial arts, but you also spend all your spare time studying your tricks of cheating and cheating, and you are cheating on the streets of the Imperial City all day!" At this point, he waved his hand angrily and signaled the elder to bring his incompetent son back. "Take the woman you kidnapped here, that is the only disciple of Han Feng, the great disciple of the Medicine Palace!"

After hearing this, Han Feng pleated his lips slightly, thinking that the leader of Sect Song was quite sensible. If he really wanted to turn his face and fight hard, he would not know who would win the destiny with his Beast Sect. Instead of losing both sides, it would be better to be safe.

So he secretly wrote down the name Song Zhihe in his heart. This person knows the way of dealing with people. On the surface, he looks vain and rude, but in fact he is a wise and sensible person. No wonder he has made the Hundred Beasts Sect so prosperous in recent years and has a vague momentum beyond the Dragon King Sect.

Han Feng immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Sect Master Song for helping and resolving this embarrassing situation. It was just that Han was too impulsive and would have no scruples and conflicts. I hope Sect Master Song will forgive me."

Song Zhihe also smiled and said with a smile: "Young Master Han is so serious. Young people are so angrily strong. It is normal for them to be more frivolous. I just started and spoke more heavily. Please don't worry too much about the Medicine Palace."

Han Feng frowned when he heard this. It seemed that the Master Song still had a grudge against him, so he said that he would not be bothered by the Medicine Palace, not by himself.

As soon as this statement was made, the smart people knew that Han Feng had become a major hidden danger in Song Zhihe's mind. If there was a chance, it would be dealt with. However, Song Zhihe was currently unable to take advantage of the situation and had to take the overall situation down.

"Master! I knew you would come to save me."

At this moment, a green figure in the main hall in the distance ran out and rushed straight to Han Feng, hitting the latter's arms, making Han Feng unable to move, but was extremely embarrassed.

The visitor was Yang Qi. It was probably under the pressure of the elder of the Hundred Beast Sect that Song Haochun had to let go of the beauty he had just won.

"Uh, if you are in trouble, I should naturally help you. Uh, Qier, don't hold me so tightly, I'm hurting you..."

"Master, just bear with the pain, I can hug you very rarely."

"Oh, okay..." Han Feng was speechless, and simply kept silent, pretending that he was a scarecrow and stood there straight, letting Yang Qi hold him and rub him around.

All the disciples of the Medicine Hall around exclaimed, as if they had seen some gimmick, but they were embarrassed to point it out, so they had to cover their mouths and laugh secretly and whisper privately.

Seeing this, Li Qianshang wrinkled the word Sichuan on his forehead and pulled his hair. Many thoughts came from his mind, which made him feel a little worried: "My disciple seems to have a little unusual meaning to my disciple, and Han Feng himself seems to be looking at him and still want to accept it. He really can't figure out what these young people are rubbing around all day.

"If you want to have a wedding, you will be public and you will be so stupid and secretly. What's the point of doing it? What era is this? We won't break up a couple." Li Qianshang said to himself, but he was seen by Li Qianqian and Yao Wuxin next to him and heard it in his heart.

At the same time, Li Qianqian glanced at Yao Wuxin, but found that the latter was also looking at her. She couldn't help but turn red and she lowered her head.

The arrogant and cold senior sister, who is usually arrogant and charming, unexpectedly has a shy side.

However, Yao Wuxin thought about it at this moment that he was not thinking about becoming a Taoist partner at all, but was in a daze. Just now, Song Zhihe actually called Han Feng the eldest disciple of the Medicine Palace. Wouldn't that mean that Yao Wuxin was Han Feng's junior brother?

"I have actually fallen into this kind of field. No, when I return to the Medicine Hall, I must train harder every day to one day surpass Junior Brother Han and Junior Sister Qianqian and take back my title of Master Disciple in the Medicine Hall!" Yao Wuxin swears silently in his heart, his eyes becoming more and more sharp, but his eyes stare at Li Qianqian with a straight look, and he looked at the latter with a peach blossom face. He said goodbye and left first.

Before she left, she glared at Yao Wuxin fiercely, raised her index finger and placed it on her lips, and made a gesture of silence.

"What's wrong with Qianqian? Could it be that Kui Water is coming, but I don't let me tell my master and others?" Yao Wuxin glared, feeling inexplicable. The Erzhang monk was confused. He only knew how to refine medicine and martial arts all day long, but he would not know the little thoughts of girls.

"Okay, I've snatched back, and I've been hugging enough. Let me go back to the hall to have a good rest. Don't have any more fun. It's the Dragon Festival soon. If you don't have any experience, just wait for a beating!" Li Qian's sad words were mixed with spiritual power, and he shouted loudly. Then all the disciples were obedient, packed up their things and walked back to the medicine hall.

Han Feng and Yang Qi also looked at each other meaningfully, and then followed Li Qianshang and merged into the abortion.

However, in a corner where they were not as good as their eyes, there was always an elegant and beautiful woman standing at the staircase of the Beast Gate. Her face seemed like a fairy in the frost, seemingly not as good as a worldly firework, noble and elegant, exuding the breath of everyone in every move, but deep sorrow and sadness were revealed in her eyes.

She was wearing a hood before, and no one could recognize her. Those who were unfamiliar would think that she was a beggar or a small businessman from where she came from.

She is Mulanrou.

"Hehe, this beauty, I am the young master of the Hundred Beasts Sect. Judging from your high qualifications, I believe that my future attainments will be the best. Why not come to my Hundred Beasts Sect Tea Garden to have a long talk, taste tea and discuss the truth, or even stop drunk?" A head suddenly popped up next to the gorgeous girl, and there was a big slap on her face. She looked extremely despicable when she grinned.

Seeing Song Haochun's face, Mu Lanrou suppressed the disgust in her heart and said lightly: "The little girl is not talented and doesn't know a few big words. If she really joins the Hundred Beasts Sect, the young master will be disappointed and say goodbye first."

Her back grew longer and longer in the sunset. When she reached the end of the street in the distance, she looked up and looked back, wiped away a few drops of crystal tears from the corners of her eyes, and sighed: "Did your and my life and death vows really drift away like the passing clouds and smoke..." After that, she walked forward silently until she entered a mansion, and took off the black hood behind her.

On top of her head, there were three words engraved: Mulan Mansion
Chapter completed!