"That's right, it's me."
Zhao Feng answered honestly.
He didn't know why, but he could feel the coldness and hostility from Zhao Han.
"Good, good, good!"
Zhao Han's face turned colder, but he only said "good" three times. He didn't look at Zhao Feng anymore and turned to face the Xin family.
Zhao Feng was confused. This was the first time he met Zhao Han, when did he offend him?
Zhao Yue walked in front of him and reminded him in a low voice, "Zhao Han is Zhao Yijian's cousin, the two of them had a good relationship."
Zhao Yijian's cousin?
Zhao Feng suddenly understood. No wonder Zhao Han was so hostile towards him.
At the outer disciples' tournament, Zhao Feng had almost crippled Zhao Yijian's arm, and he was still lying in bed.
Such hatred made his father, Zhao Tianjian, want to kill him.
As a cousin who had a good relationship with him, Zhao Han would naturally help Zhao Yijian get justice.
Of course, the Zhao Clan was facing enemies from the outside.
Zhao Han had to deal with the Xin family first, so he had to put Zhao Feng's matter aside.
"Fifth rank of the Martial Path?"
Xin Tong's expression changed, he was stunned for a moment.
But he quickly regained his composure and laughed coldly, "So what if you're of the fifth rank?"
As one of the elites of the fourth rank, he often fought with those of the fifth rank.
"What a clown!"
Zhao Han walked towards Xin Tong step by step.
With every step he took, the coldness on his body grew stronger.
That coldness wasn't an illusion, but a real coldness that came from Zhao Han's Inner Strength.
"You've just reached the fifth rank not long ago, I would like to see how strong you are."
Xin Tong laughed coldly, but his eyes were solemn.
"Iron Arm!"
Xin Tong's figure suddenly rushed forward. His powerful qi and blood and martial arts inner strength fused into his bronze-like arms. His whole body seemed to have transformed into a raging bull as he launched a head-on attack.
What he displayed was a high-grade martial art, which allowed him to exert all of his strength to the extreme, suppressing his opponent with force.
At this moment, Zhao Feng looked at his opponent. There were no obvious flaws on his opponent's body. His Qi and blood were condensed to the extreme, and his martial arts inner strength had increased by half a level.
Clearly, when Xin Tong fought with Zhao Feng, he had held back.
"Cold Snow Palm!"
Zhao Han's body glowed coldly as a shocking silver aura surged out of his body, spreading like frost.
When he launched his palm energy, wisps of cold mist rose from the surroundings.
That surging silver cold aura caused Zhao Feng's heart to jump, because this inner strength was simply too strong, even close to that of Zhao Tianjian who had suppressed him that day.
Xin Tong had just charged forward when he felt an indescribable obstruction and pressure, and he felt as if he'd fallen into an icy pit.
"How could this be the inner strength of someone who has just entered the fifth stage of the Martial Path?"
Xin Tong was horrified.
Pa!
As the fist and palm collided, Xin Tong relied on his superior strength to force Zhao Han to take a step back.
However, he let out a muffled groan, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
A strange cold inner force penetrated the defense of Bronze Skin Iron Body and entered Xin Tong's body, injuring his organs.
"How is this possible? This inner strength has reached the peak of the fifth stage, close to the sixth stage of the Martial Path."
Xin Tong's body froze on the spot, and his blood seemed to freeze.
Peng!
Zhao Han sent him flying with a kick and laughed coldly, "You want to challenge Zhao Linlong with just this bit of strength? Only I have the right to defeat him fair and square. "
"Brother Tong!"
The disciples of the Xin family went over to help Xin Tong up.
"I'm fine."
Xin Tong struggled to get up. It was a little strenuous.
If it was a normal fourth stage cultivator, they would at least be bedridden for a month.
"Zhao Han, I admit that you're strong."
Xin Tong clenched his teeth and stared at Zhao Han, "But you've just reached the fifth stage, and your inner strength is already so strong. You must have used some kind of treasure, or had some sort of fortuitous encounter. What's the use of external strength? If you meet the number one of the Xin family, Xin Wuheng, you'll definitely lose! "
Hearing this, Zhao Feng and the others couldn't help but have expressions of deep thought.
Indeed, Zhao Han's situation was too strange. He had just reached the fifth stage, but his inner strength was already so strong.
When Zhao Feng first inspected Zhao Han with his left eye, he jumped up in fright. This was because the Inner Strength within Zhao Han's body was too strong, it was beyond logic.
Xin Tong's analysis was correct. Zhao Han must have borrowed some kind of external strength.
"So what if I borrowed external strength? My luck is good, and the heavens are looking after me. When I completely refine this power and defeat Zhao Linlong, I will naturally go to the Xin family to challenge Xin Wuheng. "
Zhao Han said coldly.
Xin Wuheng, a disciple of the Xin family, one of the four great geniuses of Sun Feather City.
Zhao Feng had also heard of this name recently.
It was said that Xin Wuheng was the strongest amongst the four great geniuses. He had reached the fifth stage a year ago, and his strength was even stronger than Zhao Linlong.
After Xin Tong's defeat, the disciples of the Xin family left the Zhao family's territory.
"Brother Zhao Han really shocked everyone. After half a year of secluded meditation, he actually reached the fifth stage of the martial path."
"The main family sparring competition will start in ten days. I can't wait."
Zhao Han was naturally the center of attention.
Of course, Zhao Feng's performance just then was not bad either. As a half-step martial artist, he was able to defeat someone of the fourth stage of the martial path.
Before leaving, Zhao Han suddenly turned around, his eyes filled with killing intent as he stared at Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng didn't back down as he stared back at Zhao Han.
This was the family territory, and he didn't believe that Zhao Han would dare to attack him.
Even if he couldn't beat him, Zhao Feng had the confidence to use Lightly Floating Ferry to escape.
"An eye for an eye, an eye for an eye. We'll meet again at the sparring competition. "
Zhao Han said this and turned around coldly.
An eye for an eye?
Zhao Feng thought in a low voice, but his heart turned cold.
He had almost crippled Zhao Yijian's arm at the outer disciples' sparring competition.
Zhao Han wanted to 'return an eye for an eye', his intentions were clear … …
On the way back.
Zhao Feng asked Zhao Yue, "What's the competition?"
"Every year, the main competition is a challenge. Every participant can challenge a disciple of a specific rank."
Zhao Yue explained.
He could do that?
Zhao Feng's heart clenched as he completely understood Zhao Han's intentions.
Zhao Han openly stated his intentions, which showed how confident he was.
With such a huge difference in strength, even if he knew the opponent's "plan", it was hard to avoid it.
"You want to cripple my arm?"
When Zhao Feng returned home, his expression became colder and colder.
The time for the main competition was still approaching, and there were only ten days left.
Zhao Feng began to prepare with all his might and cultivate even harder.
Every night, he would cultivate the [Air Crossing Manual] and refine his inner strength.
Zhao Feng was very clear that the difference between him and Zhao Han was the strength and quantity of inner strength.
In terms of profoundness, Air Crossing Breathing Technique was close to the top of the inner strength, and would not lose to any disciple in the clan.
Other than that, he would train Angry Dragon Fists during the day, and occasionally practice Lightly Floating Ferry.
The second day.
Zhao Feng practiced his fist technique in the courtyard as usual, and felt that Angry Dragon Fists was becoming more and more perfect.
At the perfect realm, Angry Dragon Fists gradually broke free from the shackles of the original moves.
Zhao Feng's left eye recorded many of the exciting fights between the disciples of the clan, and used these experiences to perfect and improve Angry Dragon Fists to the perfect realm.
Thus, after Zhao Feng's Angry Dragon Fists reached the perfect realm, its power was still slowly increasing … …
His current strength was more than twice as strong as when he was at the outer disciples' sparring competition.
"Can I come in?"
A clear and melodious voice of a girl came from outside the courtyard.
Zhao Feng felt that the voice was familiar, and when he turned to look, he saw a slender and elegant girl in a purple dress waiting in front of the courtyard.
It's her?
Zhao Feng was a little surprised.
"What, I'm not welcome?"
Zhao Yufei's clear eyes blinked slightly, and her smile was like a lotus in the morning, white and flawless.
"Please come in."
Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment, and then returned to normal.
After Zhao Yufei came in, she quickly made her intention clear. She actually wanted to "spar" with Zhao Feng.
From her words, it seemed that Zhao Yufei was unwilling to lose to Zhao Feng last time.
"Okay, let's stop here."
Zhao Feng, of course, did not reject anyone.
Looking at the outer disciples of the clan, Zhao Yufei was the only disciple who could spar with him.
Very quickly, the two figures clashed in the courtyard, exchanging blows, neither giving way to the other.
At the moment of the clash, Zhao Feng only used "Angry Dragon Fists" to its peak.
Even so, he still had the upper hand.
Half a cup of tea's time later.
Zhao Yufei retreated in defeat. Her breathing was rapid, and her beautiful eyes flickered, "Your martial arts inner strength, the speed at which you condense and attack is very fast, and it gives people a feeling that it is not real or fake. What is your secret?"
It turned out that during the battle, Zhao Feng controlled his inner strength, and maintained the same level as Zhao Yufei.
Even under such circumstances, Zhao Feng's inner strength was still a level higher, and he always had the upper hand.
This was because of the advantage of "Air Crossing Breathing Technique".
"The" Three Breaths Technique "that I train in is a high level martial art, and it specializes in training inner strength, but I am not as good as him."
Zhao Yufei was shocked.
"Hehe, this is my unique skill, and I will not easily teach it to others."
Zhao Feng smiled lightly.
Zhao Feng's rejection made Zhao Yufei slightly surprised. There were very few people of the same age who would reject her.
Her face was still red, and she smiled: "You also have obvious shortcomings, if you are interested, we can make a deal to make up for each other."
"Oh? Tell me about it … "
Zhao Feng's interest was immediately piqued.
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