On the golden beach, the waves kept coming and faded quickly, and a rhythmic sound of rushing waves sounded.

Han Feng was fluttering in purple clothes, standing by the sea, carrying his hands on his back, looking at the boundless deep blue sea with deep eyes. A giant vortex rolled up on the sea level not far away, with ups and downs and very dangerous. The vortex was like a black abyss. It could not be seen through the depths, and there was a magnificent spiritual energy gushing out from the entrance of the cave, which must be a sign of the appearance of a strange treasure.

Nearly two hundred monks on the beach were standing by the beach on Crescent Island. No one dared to approach the spiritual vortex, and they all stood there quietly observing.

Hundreds of Qingyang League cultivators at the scene looked at Han Feng with strong murderous intent in their eyes. The boy who was only seventeen or eighteen years old was still standing there so calmly, his eyes completely ignoring their existence. This was like provoking the authority of Qingyang League head-on.

The young monk whose mouth was slapped by Han Feng just now was covered in gloomy face, and his lips were still bleeding from being beaten. He looked at a middle-aged man from Qingyang League beside him and said aggrievedly, "Master, you must avenge your disciple, kill that bastard..."

"Bang!"

However, before the young monk finished speaking, a crisp slap sounded another half of his face, and a crimson five-finger slap was printed. The last word "公" was almost trembling.

"Noisy" Han Feng's eyes turned cold at that time, and he turned his formation again and stepped on it. He slapped the man hard on the back of his right hand. His figure was like a cloud of smoke, which was difficult to capture with his naked eyes. After slapping the young monk who was rude in the face, he stepped back to his original position again. The whole process was in a flash. Even several spiritual cultivators from the Qingyang League had no time to stop Han Feng's offensive.

"This young man's methods are very mysterious..." A monk with an older seniority in Qingyang League commented.

Han Feng's methods directly shocked many people present, and there was silence on the beach, and he could only hear the sound of waves slapping.

At this time, the young man was slapped by Han Feng on the left half of his face, and a slapped on the right half of his face, and a blushing five-finger slap on both sides. He felt extremely aggrieved. In front of hundreds of Qingyang League cultivators, he was actually slapped twice in the face by a monk who was younger than him, and he had no power to fight back at all!

"Young man, don't go too far." A middle-aged man walked out at this time, and the essence aura emitted from his body was very strong. Many monks around him felt the pressure and involuntarily took a few steps back.

"There is a powerful psychic realm of Qingyang League. It seems that this kid is in trouble."

"The monk had reached the third level of Xuan level at a young age, and was definitely a talented person. However, he was too high-profile in his work and was so stupid that he fought head-on with the Qingyang League. He probably died before he even reached the platform of the young master in Zhongzhou." Some casual cultivators around him chatted in a few words, watching the excitement beside him.

Han Feng said indifferently: "It's your people who are not clean and have been slapped a few times in the face. Who's the blame?"

"If you don't want toast, you will be punished for death!" The middle-aged man finally became furious, and an extremely powerful essence power emerged all over his body. This person was the master of the monk who was thrust by Han Feng just now. His disciple was beaten. How could he not stand up?

"boom!"

The man slapped out his palm, causing a strong wind to hit Han Feng.

This person is named Lie Tian, ​​and is a cultivator in the first level of spiritual realm of Qingyang League. His robe is embroidered with three suns, and his identity is an elite martial artist of Qingyang League.

Han Feng did not avoid any evasion and came up with a fist cleanly. He fought with his body. He was comparable to a powerful dragon transformer, and even had to be three points stronger. How could he be afraid of Lie Tian?

Suddenly, two powerful auras collided together, and the entire ground trembled.

"What a terrible fluctuation of essence. The young man's essence aura is not inferior to that of the cultivator in the psychic realm of Qingyang League!" Almost many people present, they held their breath and widened their eyes at this moment.

"Scratch."

The crisp sound of the broken hand bones was heard. After the first collision, the two quickly retreated ten steps. Han Feng quickly stood still, looked at Lie Tian with a calm expression.

"Damn, this kid is a barbarian from there, he actually has such great strength." Lie Tian looked shocked and sweated heavily. His bones were shattered by the punch. His arms were still trembling. At this moment, his palms and Han Feng's fists were numb. At the moment, his palms and Han Feng's fists were in a match. It was extremely heavy and could not match it. His physical strength was completely different from that of such a young man!

Zhu Ran stood quietly in place without taking action. She knew Han Feng's strength very well. After Nirvana rebirth, her physical strength had surpassed her and could fight with cultivators in the first level of spirituality.

The air around seemed to have frozen, and many people present were surprised. Lie Tian from Qingyang League seemed to be shattered by the young man's fist! The young man whose mouth was slapped by Han Feng also stood there and did not dare to speak, for fear that after saying a wrong sentence, he was slapped by Han Feng in the face, completely losing his arrogant expression.

"You can actually challenge the spiritual monks above the level and have an advantage. Such combat power is too terrifying. You are definitely a key disciple of the Supreme Holy Sect!" Several young people from the Ouyang family were talking next to you.

"This person's methods are very mysterious. I don't know what formation he is under his feet. He can step dozens of feet away in one step. Learning such mysterious formation patterns makes it difficult for even a dragon-transforming monk to catch him." A young man in his twenties spoke, but he was also full of doubt. He knew a little about the direct descendants of the eight major families in Zhongzhou, but he had never seen the young man in front of him, and he could not even guess the name of this person.

This young man in his twenties is named Ouyang Xi, who is a direct disciple of the Ouyang family, one of the eight major forces in Zhongzhou. His strength is terrifying. No one present except Zhu Ran saw his cultivation level.

"This person is young and is actually a cultivator in the spiritual realm. It's not simple." Zhu Ran also noticed Ouyang Xi, who was standing not far away. Although her cultivation level was in the spiritual realm, her insight was amazing. He could see Ouyang Xi's strength at a glance, but he had a treasure to defend himself. Even Zhu Ran was not very clear whether Ouyang Xi was in the spiritual realm of the first level or the second level of the spiritual realm. If this person's strength was in the spiritual realm of the second level, it would be terrifying. Even if he said that he was a personal disciple of the head of the Ouyang family in Central China, some people believed it!

Ouyang Xi stood with his hands behind his back, with a pretty face that fascinated thousands of girls. When he saw Zhu Ran's gaze noticed him, he looked slightly stunned. When he saw Zhu Ran's face, he couldn't help but sigh that her worldly face was as elegant as a lotus, and was not as popular as a worldly firework. Ouyang Xi dared to conclude that even if the four beauties in Zhongzhou stood in front of her, this woman would not be inferior at all.

"Young Master, pay attention to your expression." A monk from the Ouyang family saw that Ouyang Xi's eyes were a little hot, and quickly reminded him in a low voice.

Ouyang Xi came to his senses, but his face did not show a disobedient expression. He nodded and smiled at Zhu Ran, and quickly turned his gaze to Han Feng. The woman was so beautiful that it was so unstoppable that he was afraid that he would lose his composure later.

Lie Tian stood in front of the Qingyang League cultivators and remained motionless. It was not that he didn't want to continue to attack, but that his right arm was shaking violently, as if his entire arm had been destroyed and could not move at all.

"Is this young man really so powerful? Even Lie Tian, ​​who is in the first level of spiritual realm, is no match for him?" An old monk in his seventies held his beard and his eyes emitted his brilliance, and he was secretly guessing Han Feng's identity.

Seeing Lietian standing there for a long time without taking action, the young monk who was slapped in his mouth and shouted aggrievedly: "Master, you must avenge me."

"Avenge your numbness, shut up!" Lie Tian was so angry that he was beaten up. Seeing his cowardly disciple chatting around, he couldn't help but swear, and slapped him over and slapped him in the face.

"Bang!"

Another slap in the face, and the young monk squeezed out tears in pain. His face, which was originally pretty, was directly slapped into a pig's head by three slaps. When the master hit him, he dared to retaliate. After cursing a few words in his heart, he stood aside with a timid voice and did not dare to speak anymore!

He swore in his heart that he would never talk nonsense in his life.

"Hahahaha, what a coward." Some casual cultivators couldn't help laughing, but felt the sharp eyes of several cultivators from Qingyang League, and quickly closed their mouths. Qingyang League is one of the eight major forces in Zhongzhou. Although they are the weakest of the eight major forces, they dare not afford to be punished at will.

Tens of thousands of aristocratic sects in Zhongzhou can become the top eight forces, and their foundation is not weak. Just a big figure in Tongtian Realm can destroy a family!

Now Lie Tian was shattered by Han Feng's punch, and his combat power has dropped by at least 30%. He will definitely have no advantage if he continues to fight. However, how could hundreds of cultivators from Qingyang League be here? Someone stood up and shouted: "Boy, if you want to make a big fuss about the hundreds of cultivators from Qingyang League, do you want to make a fuss? Be viciously sack your entire cultivation and leave you with a cheap life!"

"If you want to go, go together, don't chatter like flies here." Han Feng didn't even have a head, his voice was very cold, but he was full of momentum, echoing over the beach, extremely domineering. Because of Han Feng's words, many female monks on the spot, his figure became great. Many young monks from Qingyang League were a little guilty and did not expect that this young man would be so strong. Facing hundreds of Qingyang League monks, he dared to act rashly.

"Isn't that person trying to challenge hundreds of Qingyang League cultivators alone with one hand?"

"Although this person is very strong and has the ability to challenge beyond the level, he is completely seeking death when facing hundreds of Qingyang League cultivators!"

"I don't think he is pretending, as if he is full of confidence. If he really fights with Qingyang League, it will be wonderful!"
Chapter completed!