C295 Beating up a Mystic Rank Seven Star!
C295 Beating up a Mystic Rank Seven Star!
"I wonder if I can force him to use his trump card in today's competition. "
"You have to know that even my Fire Poison Vital Spirit did not receive Meng Yaqing's special treatment. "
"However, even if I didn't force it out today, I will force out his trump card in the Qingyun Ranking Competition. After that, I will announce to Meng Yaqing that I am the number one person in the younger generation of the Great Jin Nation. Only I am worthy of her! "
Lei Junyan clenched his fists tightly. His palms were full of sweat. It could be imagined how nervous Lei Junyan was. At this moment, Lei Junyan could only pray.
Lei Ruwen clenched his fist and said with a cold expression, "You don't know how to restrain yourself. How dare you be so arrogant? How can the family value such a despicable kid?"
Meng Yaqing was interested. "I don't know if it is other than the Exotic Flame. What other abilities does he have? I'm really looking forward to it. "
. . .
"Kid, are you looking down on me?" Cang Qingxu's tone was cold.
Even when facing an eight star Mystic Rank Martial Cultivator, Cang Qingxu had never been looked down upon like this.
Han Feng said lazily: "Whatever you say!"
Cang Qingxu was furious. "You're courting death!"
"Rubble Flying Fist!!"
Like a meteor, the huge rock, which was more than ten meters tall and three to four meters wide, was quickly condensed by the Earth True Qi, covering the sky and covering the earth.
At this moment, the lazy Han Feng's eyes changed, extremely fierce!
Waves of Killing Intents shot out. At this moment, it was as if the entire Purple Cloud Pavilion had been attacked by a cold wind. For a moment, it was somewhat cold.
Everyone looked at Han Feng in shock. This bastard actually had such a powerful Killing Intent, it had actually affected the temperature of the Purple Cloud Pavilion.
Those who were looking down on Han Feng immediately put away their underestimation. With just this Killing Intent alone, this Han Feng was definitely not a simple person!
. . .
"Blade of Penitentiary!!"
Han Feng shouted coldly. A surging sea of fire raged out.
In the middle of the sea of fire, a huge Flame Blade Blade was hovering in the air.
"Go!" Han Feng pointed his finger. The flaming blade seemed to break through the void and appeared in front of countless huge rocks in the blink of an eye. The Flame Blade Blade started spinning rapidly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless huge rocks were split into two by the Flame Blade blade, and they fell to the ground.
These boulders were originally formed from Earth True Qis. Now that they had been cut into pieces, they scattered and turned back into Earth True Qis.
Cang Qingxu was shocked. He never thought that his attack would be so weak in front of Han Feng.
Indeed, his mastery of Mystic Rank high-rank martial skills was not as good as Cang Qingru's.
However, the Mystic Rank high-rank martial skill Cang Qingru cultivated was just an ordinary Martial Skill. The Explosive Rock Flying Fist he cultivated was a Top Mystic Rank high-rank martial skill!
Cang Qingxu had always been proud to be able to cultivate such a Martial Skill to the Great Completion Stage with a peak Mystic Rank Seven Star Cultivation base.
Once he broke through to the Mystic Rank Nine-star, it was very likely that he would be able to cultivate such a Martial Skill to its peak. Perhaps, he would be able to cultivate it as well, and it wouldn't be any worse than Zang Qinghu's current cultivation.
The only difference between him and Zang Qinghu was that the Cultivation base's growth wasn't as good as Zang Qinghu's.
However, the further he cultivated the Martial Cultivator, the more difficult it became to cultivate. Cang Qingxu believed that there would come a day when he might not be able to surpass Zang Qinghu, but at least he would be able to catch up to him.
But what did he see now?
A mere 15 years old fellow had actually cultivated the Mystic Rank high-rank martial skill of a Top to perfection!
Just this point alone had already far surpassed him.
However, Cang Qingxu also shockingly discovered that the other party also did not know what kind of Cultivation Method he was cultivating. The degree of condensation of the Vital Spirit had far exceeded his own.
The combination had caused his strongest attack to be so weak that it could not even withstand a single blow!
. . .
Puff. . .
Zang Qing Xu was hit by the remaining waves of the Flame Blade Blade, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. He quickly retreated, bent his knees, and kneeled down on the ground.
Han Feng said in surprise, "Brother Cang! What are you doing? Why are you kneeling before me?"
"Tsk tsk. No matter how you kneel, I will not acknowledge you as a junior! "
Cang Qing spat out a mouthful of blood in anger.
Han Feng cried out again and again. "Aiyah! Brother Cang, you vomited blood! Is it because you have too much blood? His body couldn't take it anymore. Don't worry, I'll help you. "
Han Feng used the Red flames skill, and in a few flashes, he had already arrived in front of Cang Qingxu.
"Damn it!"
Cang Qingxu's facial expression changed drastically, and he immediately used the defensive Martial Skill.
A huge stone wall with a height of nearly twenty meters rose up from the ground!
"Break for me!"
A strange light flashed in Han Feng's eyes as he threw a punch.
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Cang Qing and Xu Gang wanted to sneer at Han Feng. This was a Top Mystic Rank Medium-class defensive Martial Skill, how could it be so easy to break through?
But in the next moment, the cracks on the huge stone wall completely stunned Cang Qingxu.
Rumble. . .
In a moment, the huge stone wall collapsed.
Han Feng, who appeared in front of Cang Qingxu, had a smile on his face. Then, Cang Qingxu saw a fist constantly changing shape. In fact, the fist was getting closer and closer to him.
Because he had fallen into a daze, Cang Qingxu didn't dodge.
Bang!
This punch ruthlessly smashed onto Cang Qingxu's face.
Cang Qingxu's entire body was smashed into the air, spinning a few times before he was sent flying backwards. He threw out one or two slightly yellow teeth, and at the same time, blood sprayed out wildly.
Han Feng shouted, "Brother Cang, you have to thank me for spitting out so much blood this time. "
Then, Han Feng said with a look of disgust, "Brother Zang, you really don't know how to clean. My God, how long has it been since you brush your teeth? It's so yellow!"
After being humiliated like this, Cang Qingxu struggled to get up. He pointed at Han Feng and couldn't speak. He couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.
This time, everyone had started to pity Cang Qingxu. It was too pitiful.
On the fourth floor, Zang Qinghu was trembling with anger. Although he knew that Han Feng was referring to Cang Qingxu as Brother Cang, when others called him Brother Cang, it always made him feel that Han Feng was treating Cang Qingxu as an insult.
Was Han Feng telling him that sooner or later, he would end up like Cang Qingxu?
A cold smile appeared on Zang Qinghu's face. He thought in his heart: "When we get to the Qingyun Proclamation Competition, I will let you know that this bit of strength you have displayed is nothing to me!"
"You have humiliated Cang Qingxu and our Zang family. In the Qingyun Proclamation Competition, I will take revenge one by one!"
Lei Junyan couldn't help but shout out loud. He had attracted the resentful gazes of the three Mystic Rank Nine-star warriors, but Lei Junyan didn't care. He was a late Mystic Rank Nine-star warrior, just a tiny bit weaker than Zang Qinghu. There wasn't much difference between them.
This was the fourth floor. With Meng Yaqing, a super young Earth rank warrior, guarding this floor, the three men from the Zang family wouldn't dare to fight here.
As for the fact that they had really angered the three of them, it caused them to want to spar with him.
This wasn't a big deal. In this Cutting Martial Meeting, neither side would reveal their true trump cards. Otherwise, it would mean that the top ten would leave them. Once they knew their trump cards, their opponents would naturally be prepared in advance.
Without revealing their trump cards, both of them were Mystic Rank Nine-star, so there wouldn't be any outcome for them.
It was basically impossible for these seven or eight star Mystic Rank Martial Cultivators to enter the top ten. So, it wouldn't be a big deal if they revealed their strongest trump cards in advance.
. . .
Zang Qinghu's thoughts were correct. Han Feng had indeed regarded Cang Qingxu as Zang Qinghu. Zang Qinghu's insult to Han Feng's parents had infuriated Han Feng to the extreme.
However, Han Feng knew his limits. This martial gathering was only a spar. Unless he didn't want to be in the top ten of the Proclamation of Azure Sky, he couldn't fight Zang Qinghu with all his strength here.
Since that was the case, Han Feng could only find the people of the Zang family to vent his anger.
Even though Cang Qingxu spat out another mouthful of blood, Han Feng still didn't let Zang Qinghu go. He immediately jumped up and heavily sat on Cang Qingxu's body. Cang Qingxu's five viscera and five organs were under severe pressure. He couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.
This time, his injuries were more severe.
Internal injuries. Even with the Pill, it wasn't easy to treat them.
There were only a few days left until the Qingyun Proclamation competition. This meant that Cang Qingxu could not fully recover before the competition started. It was very likely to affect Cang Qingxu's results in the competition.
Thinking of this, Cang Qingxu's heart was filled with resentment.
It was both towards Han Feng and the Zang family.
Han Feng sat on the body of the Zang family and threw another punch.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
With every punch, Cang Qingxu would spit out a mouthful of blood or two yellow teeth.
In the end, Cang Qingxu's face was covered in blood. His entire face seemed to have been smashed into a pancake.
Finally, with grief and indignation, Cang Qingxu passed out.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.