On the sea level, the huge vortex was like a black abyss, deep and unconscious, constantly emitting spiritual energy, and rapidly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye. The sea water was stirred violently, and the waves were surging, rolling up thousands of waves.

At the beach, the atmosphere became more and more serious, and even the air was filled with a solemn smell.

Hundreds of monks in Qingyang League had strong murderous intent in their eyes. Just the superimposed aura, even the spiritual monks were a little afraid. If hundreds of monks took action together, who could stop those present?

I guess anyone who dares to stand up and say something bad about Qingyang Alliance now will be dismembered and killed immediately.

However, facing the anger of hundreds of monks from Qingyang League, Han Feng was completely unmoved. He stood as steady as Mount Tai, calm and calm, and did not even blink his eyes.

Zhu Ran stood quietly beside Han Feng, leaving only a beautiful figure for everyone. When the sea breeze blows, the hair on the shawl dances, filled with a faint fragrance, like a fairy in the palace in the sky, not in the world. She just stood there, facing the sea, with silky black hair floating in the air, like a scenery in a scroll, beautiful and moving.

According to Zhu Ran's original words, even if there were a hundred psychic monks standing in front of Han Feng, she didn't care. Han Feng's way to become stronger was to fight in practice, and now it is an opportunity to hone his skills!

"Damn, this kid is so arrogant. Let's step on him together!" The people from Qingyang League shouted.

"Yes, kill him together!"

"It's just a little monk, why bother to do anything so much? I can beat him to death alone!" Taking advantage of the chaos of shouting, a cultivator from the third realm of Xuan also shouted, his tone was full of disdain for Han Feng. Of course, he dared to say this while he was in the chaos. Even Lie Tian was shattered by the man's punch. How could he be the opponent?

But just because he was so dying, as soon as this sentence sounded, everyone was quiet. He looked at him, as if he believed it, and was waiting for him to take action!

"This..." The monk suddenly shook and quickly shrank his neck. If he really went up to fight Han Feng alone, he would probably be beaten down in an instant!

"Hahahaha." Ouyang Xi, who was standing aside watching the show, saw the monks of Qingyang League exaggerating, immediately laughed a few times and said, "Qingyang League is indeed the largest alliance in Zhongzhou. It is rumored that he never bullies the weak. Now it seems that there is no falsehood. Although there are hundreds of monks on the spot, there are still people who stand up to fight against the enemy one by one. It's respectable, respectable!"

"Then, that's of course. My Qingyang Alliance will naturally not bully the weak with the strong." The monk who opened the sea mouth just now wanted to be timid, but now he heard Ouyang Xi's praise and was also shining on his face, but he felt very relieved. He remembered that he would really fight the terrifying young man later, and his legs could not help but tremble.

"Idiot, I'm so stupid. I'll make you a trap, and I'll really get in." An old monk from Qingyang League naturally heard something in Ouyang Xi's dialect, shook his sleeves angrily, and cursed.

Now that things have come to this point, it’s hard to get rid of the tiger. Could it be that Qingyang Alliance really wants to send that monk to die?

Han Feng looked at Ouyang Xi, who was standing in the crowd, white clothes as white as snow, and with his eyesight, he could not see through the depth of this person. However, since this person dared to speak for him, his identity was definitely not simple. You must know that after he said this, he offended the Qingyang Alliance, one of the eight major forces in Zhongzhou. There was no backstage monk. He had to take a detour when seeing the Qingyang Alliance. How dare he have such a secret sarcasm in the words!

"Kill him, kill him!" The people from Qingyang League began to shout again, but no one took action for a long time. It was obviously because Han Feng's thundering method just now. He shattered the arms of a martial artist at Lie Tian's level with one punch. The monk at the Xuan position was no match for him at all.

As for the spiritual powerhouses in Qingyang League, they are also quite afraid of the mysterious young man in front of them. It is not because of his strength, but the power behind him. At this age, he has the cultivation level of the third level of Xuantai and has the combat power to challenge the higher level. His identity must be not simple. If he is really a treasure disciple of a big force, he will not be injured!

Finally, the oldest Qingyang League cultivator in the scene stood up and asked Han Feng: "Dare you ask this young man, is he a disciple of that sect?"

Han Feng answered very decisively and said, "I am a casual cultivator and have not joined any sect."

"What, there is no sect?" The cultivator of Qingyang League was shocked and his first thought was that it would be nothing if there is no sect to be arrogant!

Someone immediately spoke, "No sect dares to be so arrogant, kill him!"

"Yes, don't talk nonsense with him, kill him together!"

Facing hundreds of murderous cultivators, Han Feng's expression remained unchanged and calm, which made some old cultivators of Qingyang League even more afraid. Faced with such a scene, it was absolutely not easy to mess with young people who were still calm. And they had always noticed that there was a peerless beauty standing beside the young man. Her realm cultivation was so hard that no one present could see through the depth. There were two possibilities: First, this woman had a strange treasure to protect her body, and second, this woman's realm cultivation was above everyone else.

Although they are more willing to believe in the first type, if it is the second type, if they take action rashly, they will be destroyed!

The young masters with extraordinary talents in Zhongzhou have reached the psychic realm at the age of twenty. They can often challenge more powerful monks above the level, so they think that Zhu Ran is likely to be a very powerful female monk.

"This young man is interesting and courageous!" Ouyang Xi found that Han Feng always looked calm and couldn't help but admire him. The strength of the third level of Xuan Po, facing so many Qingyang League cultivators, even if he had been himself, he would definitely find it difficult.

"I, Qingyang League, are not easy to bully. Since this fellow Taoist is unwilling to tell his identity, don't blame us for bullying too much!" The older cultivator of Qingyang League spoke, his voice was very old, but very imposing, which made the Qingyang League monks who felt a little frustrated and excited.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Several unparalleled and powerful auras spread throughout the beach. A total of five psychic monks from Qingyang League took action together, and their bodies were full of extremely powerful light.

"If you want to go, don't waste time." Han Feng shouted coldly, and the light in his eyes became cold. Facing the aura of the five spiritual monks, he was not afraid. Not only was he not overwhelmed by the momentum of several people, but he also seemed to have a domineering aura that wanted to overwhelm the opponent.

"Young Master, this young man has good potential. Why would you like to pull him into our Ouyang family?" A monk secretly sent a message to Ouyang Xidao.

"I'm just thinking that way." Ouyang Xi understood how strong the five spiritual cultivators combined were. Although Han Feng was extremely powerful and very strong, he was still hard to beat four punches with both hands. If he could win him into the Ouyang family now, I think these Qingyang League cultivators would not dare to act rashly.

You should know that the Ouyang family is a great ancient family. It has existed for many years and has a profound foundation. It is not comparable to the Qingyang League, an alliance that has only been newly launched in nearly ten thousand years.

Ouyang Xi stepped out at this time. He was as white as snow, and his spirit was bright. Although his breath was restrained, it moved everyone present. He Xi smiled very sunny and made people feel very comfortable. He would not feel a sense of distance from him. Ouyang Xi's tone was very gentle and polite. He said: "Seniors, please do it slowly. I want to bring this young man into my Ouyang family. I hope you all sell me Ouyang Xi a thin face."

"What? He is Ouyang Xi of the Ouyang family?" As soon as this said, the field was shocked. Who is Ouyang Xi? He is the third son of the Ouyang family. His cultivation is very terrible. It is said that now he has only been practicing Taoism for twenty years and has become a master in the spiritual realm!

Everyone looked at each other. Ouyang Xi's identity was so noble. Even if a terrifying figure in Tongtian realm came, he would have to sell him a little bit!

"You, are you the third son of the Ouyang family, Ouyang Xi?" The old monk from Qingyang League was a little unbelievable and asked.

"Yes, senior, I'm Ouyang Xi." Ouyang Xi's handsome face always smiles, giving people a sense of humility.

"This..." The old monk was a little hesitant, but after a while of silence, he finally chose to compromise. He said, "Oh, since it was the third son of the Ouyang family who spoke, it was hard for me to refuse. As long as that person joins your Ouyang family, we will not pursue this matter."

"Thank you!" Ouyang Xi thanked him politely. At this time, he looked at Han Feng not far away, and said in a loud and powerful voice: "Brother, I, Ouyang Xi, sincerely invite you to join the Ouyang family. Once you enter the Ouyang family, you will be treated as an elite disciple. I wonder if you are willing?"

"What? As soon as you enter the Ouyang family, you will be treated as an elite disciple. That is equivalent to having the qualifications to go to the holy land to practice. The practice there is said to be more than three times faster than the outside world!" Many cultivators secretly became envious.

"Ouyang Family, my lifelong dream is to enter that family. Unfortunately, I am not very talented and have not even achieved the outer disciples." Some monks also became depressed and remembered the past.

But who knew that Han Feng refused flatly, and he said, "Brother Ouyang has been grateful for his kindness, but I have no intention of joining the family, thank you!"

Ouyang Xi was also stunned. Many monks broke through the threshold of the Ouyang family and wanted to enter the family holy land to practice. Unexpectedly, the young man in front of him refused so decisively. This was also a result he did not expect.

"This kid is stupid. He didn't even go there if the third son of the Ouyang family personally invited him. It was a waste of a great opportunity." A monk cursed, thinking that he could give it to them.

"Young Master Ouyang, since you don't know how to be polite and don't want to join the Ouyang family, let me, Qingyang League, come to help you clean up!" The oldest monk of Qingyang League shouted, and as he said, he wanted to take four spiritual cultivators around him to fight together.

"Oh, it's a pity that a talent." Ouyang Xi shook his head and sighed.

However, just as the Qingyang League monks were in a state of murderous intent and were about to take action, the entire Crescent Island began to shake violently, as if it was about to collapse.

"This, what's going on?" There were panic screams around.
Chapter completed!