Chapter 81: anger

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Outraged, all the students around the mouth grew up.
Probably because Zhao Ling shouted a large amount of information, many people's eyes revealed strangeness.
bully? What kind of bullying?
Suddenly let many people imagine.
Zhao Kuo's face immediately changed, looking in the direction of Zhao Ling's fingers, his eyes staring at Han Feng.
"Dare you bully my sister."
Zhao Kuo stepped forward and looked at Han Feng condescendingly, his palms squeaking.
Han Feng was stunned for a while, and then shouted: "Ge Laozi's normal competition, winning and losing is fixed, how do I bully her. I am a good man.
With that, Han Feng was so confident when he flicked his hair.
But obviously this set is useless in front of Zhao Kuo.
With a strong voice, Zhao Kuo said: "I hate talking with people the most. Anyway, if you dare to bully my sister, you are looking for death."
Can't help but say that Zhao Kuo hit it directly with a punch.
Han Feng's reaction was very rapid. When the Bishui Changtian sword was about to be pulled out, the Hengjian was blocked.
With a clear sound, in an instant, Han Feng's Bishuichangtianjian bent to an exaggerated arc. Han Feng retreated several steps in a row, his body swayed for a while, his face flushed red, his blood tumbling.
"Dog big man, are you reasonable? If your ancestors are flat, then I will not be reasonable."
Han Feng raised his sword and rushed it out, and the Bishui Changtian sword brought up a dim light.
Zhao Kuo said with a sneer: "The boy who hasn't even cultivated outside the Gang has also dared to run wild in front of me."
Another boxing came out, bursting into a sudden, the whole arm was covered with darkness, and a clear tiger roar sounded.
Lu Fan secretly said badly, I am afraid that the strength of this punch could not be picked up by Brother Han Feng.
But he was about to shoot, and the two bronze puppets next to him inserted two spears in front of him at the same time, blocking his footsteps.
"The warrior contests, outsiders are not allowed to intervene."
Two bronze puppets said coldly. The tyrannical force shattered the ground, and Lu Fan had to take a step back and secretly gritted his teeth.
Han Feng's sword was accurately cut on Zhao Kuo's fist.
The two sides collided, and Mars emerged from the collision.
Han Feng's body was instantly blocked, and the soles of his feet fell deep into the ground.
Han Feng's clothes fluttered with a whistling sound, his face twisted.
Zhao Kuo sipped softly, and his fist exploded violently.
Burst fist!
Han Feng was blown up and flew out, and fell to the ground.
Zhao Kuo strode forward and sneered: "On this strength, dare to bully my sister, ridiculous!"
With one punch, Zhao Kuo smashed Han Feng to the ground.
Many people next to it couldn't bear to look at it. With the realm of Neigang Qizhong against Zhao Kuo of Waigang triple, there is no doubt only the word miserable.
In the Hengshan courtyard, who does not know, the black tiger Zhao Kuo.
Seeing the fist struck, Han Feng's cheeks were brutal and painful.
A carp stood up, and Han Feng risked Zhao Kuo's punch. At the same time kicked out.
This foot is silent, but ordinary but gives people a feeling of palpitations.
Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, he knew that this was Brother Han Feng's transformed footwork, possessing the footwork of ground-level martial arts lethality.
Zhao Kuo didn't dodge, almost watching Han Feng kicking with contempt.
The students in the Hengshan Institute are mainly practicing physical training, which is not a strong and arrogant beast. Every foot, how to hang teeth.
A snap.
Zhao Kuo's face suddenly changed, and blood flew out, and Zhao Kuo's chest appeared a wound like a sword wound.
Zhao Kuolian stepped back a few steps, he couldn't imagine his body being smelted, and he was scratched with a foot.
Looking down at his wounds, Zhao Kuo's eyes changed slightly, his face dignified.
Han Feng stood on the spot and gasped heavily, it, such a foot only caused the other side to be slightly injured. The warriors in Hengshanyuan are really a group of muscular knots.
"You can hurt me, but I underestimate you. Report your name. I don't beat the unknown."
Zhao Kuo solemnly said the truth.
Han Feng shouted directly: "I pretend to be your grandma's egg, I have beaten Lao Tzu for so long, and I haven't beaten the unnamed people. I yuck, when I want to set up a torii again. Remember, Lao Tzu is from Yuanyuan Han Feng. "
Han Feng shouted rudely, causing Zhao Kuo's face to twist for a while.
The other students were dumbfounded. With the strength of the inner gang, they could hurt Zhao Kuo of the outer gang. This strength is not weak!
"Han Feng, right, I must pull your tongue out, bastard."
With that said, Zhao Kuo's whole body was released, and a layer of white Gang Jin like a warrior's suit was wrapped around Zhao Kuo's body.
The solid clothes made Zhao Kuo look domineering.
Raising his fist, Zhao Kuuhu struck Han Feng with a punch.
"Tiger Power!"
There was a wave in the air, and with a distance of ten feet, Zhao Kuo's energy was still hitting Han Feng.
With a mumble, Han Feng flew two feet away.
Zhao Kuo strode, and the foot stepped the ground out of a huge deep hole, then punched.
"Tiger Royal Forest!"
The whole body's gang force was suddenly released, and a clear white tiger rushed out, hitting Han Feng with a roar that sounded through the forest,
Han Feng clenched his teeth and insisted that he should not fall.
The palm of the hand cracked and the clothes hunted.
Suddenly, Gang Jinbaihu also exploded.
With a loud noise, Han Feng fell to the ground in response. Lu Fan's eyelids beat hard. He rushed out quickly, lifted up Han Feng, and at the same time drew out a Ming Jing Dan from the belt and fed it directly to Han Feng. After all, it was a Sipin medicine, which still had some healing effect.
The people around were stunned. Their eyes did not fall on Han Feng, but on Zhao Kuo.
A trace of blood dripped from Zhao Kuo's forehead. Behind him, the Bishui Changtian sword was buzzing and inserted into the stone slab. Just a little bit worse, he will be pierced with a sword by Bishui Changtianjian. Turning his head to look at the sword behind him, Zhao Kuo also had a drop of cold sweat on his forehead.
At the moment the White Tiger exploded, Han Feng threw the sword out.
No one saw the track of the sword, only the mark on Zhao Kuo's forehead.
"This kid ..."
Zhao Kuo couldn't say a word of cruelty, which was obviously the other person's mercy. If this is a battle between life and death, he is already dead.
The students next to them swallowed a spit. This guy named Han Feng really has two brushes.
Zhao Kuo's face was red and white, and he almost died of playing against a boy in the gang. He felt embarrassed and turned to pull Zhao Ling away.
But at this moment, there was a sound behind him.
"If you hit someone, do you want to go?"
Turning his head, Zhao Kuo saw Lu Fan's angry face, and at the same time, Zhao Kuo also felt a sharp as if a soldier.
"So what do you want?"
Zhao Kuo said coldly.
Lu Fan pulled out the epee behind him, and said with anger in his face: "You dare to hit my brother, you are looking for death."