After a few more breaths, Mo Que of Longyuan Pavilion smiled slightly, and suddenly opened his mouth to break the silence here, and said: "Your Excellency is powerful, I don't know which sect you come from? The top of the mountain above is dangerous, why don't we go together, so we can take care of each other!"

Han Feng's eyes flashed, his mind raced, knowing that no matter how he answered, I was afraid that he would find an excuse to test his strength, so he simply remained silent, and he could delay it for a while. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Mo Que's eyes flashed, and he suddenly glanced at a strong man who was five big and three thick on his side, this person immediately understood, and said angrily: "Your Excellency is such a big shelf, we are invited by several major sects, and you dare not give face, do you look down on us? Just let me Du be an ugly person, learn you a few tricks, and also convince the Taoist friends of all sects and sects here!"

After the strong man said this, he immediately stepped out with an arrow step, rushed into the big pit in the air, and condescendingly punched at Han Feng.

With the blessing of the special exercises, his fist suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, as bright as the scorching sun, like a big casserole smashed towards Han Feng.

Han Feng's cold eyes swept over, and his body did not move, but one hand was quietly raised, as if he was slowly slapping out a palm, the white light swept by like a glimpse, and a white light palm shadow the size of a zhang condensed, blocking the opponent like a wall.

"Bang!"

A violent sound stirred away, the strength was innumerable, raising a cloud road, and in the sand and gravel splashing, the strong man with five big and three thick suddenly screamed, his body twisted, and he retreated a few feet in the air, and the light of his fist instantly dimmed, and then shattered, and the blood and water flowed between the five fingers, almost scrapped.

He was frightened inexplicably, and his other hand suddenly flashed yellow, and a thick and huge shield appeared in front of him, flashing with a strong earthy yellow light, also like a wall, blocking the giant palm that Han Feng continued to press.

"Bang!"

This time, a muffled sound spread, but the strong man was like a lightning strike, he raised his head and sprayed a mouthful of blood, and the shield he sacrificed actually cracked, and he was severely injured under the traction of the qi machine.

But all this was not over yet, Han Feng's seemingly random giant palm still did not dissipate, and continued to crash like a reckless giant beast, breaking through the barrier of the earthy yellow shield in one fell swoop, pressing it and rushing towards the strong man together.

This strong man was in a big situation, and at this moment he realized what kind of strong man he had provoked, just a palm, which made him feel powerless.

He regretted it, but at the critical moment, he didn't have time to think so much, so he immediately took out a machete, frantically injected the true qi of his whole body, and with a few clicks, he slashed out several swords, which quickly converged into a huge sword light that was slightly thick, and struck in mid-air, colliding violently with Han Feng's giant palm and his own shield.

There was a loud rumbling sound, and there were brilliant electric sparks in the air, shooting in all directions, one by one, one by one, and the strength was one by one, permeating a radius of twenty or thirty zhang.

The strong man was defeated, the sword light shattered, the shield exploded into more than a dozen pieces, his huge body was shocked back again, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

However, the white light giant palm that Han Feng shot out also disappeared, making him a little more reassured.

But at this moment, a pure black fire mark flew out from the qi wave, and with the help of the chaotic heaven and earth aura, it rushed silently to the strong man, less than three feet away from him.

The strong man was shocked, and in a panic, he held a machete and slashed out dozens of knife lights, combining them into a net, trying to stop the pure black fire mark.

Helplessly, although the pure black fire mark was only one foot and three inches in size, the heat that could be emitted seemed to be able to smelt the refined iron King Kong, and in an instant, it broke through the barrier of the sword light net and attacked the strong man.

The strong man's pupils opened, frightened, and in a panic, he took out a glittering talisman, and after crushing it, a burst of cyan light burst out, enveloping it firmly, flashing rapidly, and his figure began to blur.

Teleporter!

Han Feng saw this kind of mysterious talisman at a glance, and immediately snorted coldly, the seal in his hand suddenly loosened, and the pure black fire mark exploded, and a fierce and blazing fire wave rolled out, instantly drowning the strong man, and covering it with the flickering dark blue teleportation light around him, making a crackling sound.

After a while, all the light and energy in the field dissipated, but there were a large number of ravines and caves at the bottom of the big pit, all of which showed the fierceness of the battle just now.

Han Feng still stood quietly in place, not moving a step from beginning to end, but the strong man was nowhere to be seen, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

But Mo Que, who was standing on the edge of the big pit, looked solemn, and after secretly using the jade pendant to contact the strong man several times to no avail, a frightened glint flashed in his eyes, but he concealed it well, his face was light, and he smiled and said: "Your Excellency, don't be angry, Du Daoyou of the Barbarian Fist Sect is just joking with you, your strength is naturally beyond doubt, we all welcome you to join our group, and we hope to give you more advice in the future!"

"Get out!" Han Feng's eyes flashed with coldness, and he shouted coldly unceremoniously.

Mo Que was stunned, his face was embarrassed, but he was very deep, and his face was still impassive: "Since this Taoist friend has made up his mind, then we will not be reluctant to make it difficult, let's go!"

The other four leaders looked at each other, and deep down in their hearts, they were naturally unwilling to leave in such a gloomy manner, but when they thought that the master of the Barbarian Fist Sect had almost no power to fight back, they couldn't help but palpitate, and they immediately turned away one after another.

As for the seven or eight disciples of the Brute Fist Sect without a leader, seeing that these leaders did not dare to come forward, they did not dare to come forward to crusade against Han Feng, so they had to grit their teeth and leave with everyone.

After a while, after Han Feng was sure that they were completely away, he changed into a brand new set of clothes, and then jumped out of the big pit, walked to the left, and walked around the edge of the minefield to the other side.

His injuries still haven't fully recovered, especially after a battle with the strong man from the Barbarian Fist Sect, the body injuries even have the tendency to explode, just now he just suppressed it, otherwise, with his character, he would not let go of Long Yuan Pavilion so easily, he knew that this hypocritical guy would probably look for a stronger master to come back to him to settle accounts. It was precisely because of this that he had to leave with an injury, otherwise he would have planned to continue his cultivation in the big pit.

He wasn't in a hurry, even if Mo Que wanted to find someone, it wouldn't be so fast, so he walked very slowly, healing his wounds as he went. Half an hour later, he had crossed twenty or thirty miles to the other side of the minefield, but there were already many figures on this side, scattered on the edge of the craggy and steep boulders, standing or sitting, and many of the monks had left lightning scars on their bodies, and they had obviously broken into the minefield.