Han Feng was very upset when he heard this. It would be fine if he didn't tell me, but he would belittle himself. Of course he couldn't bear it. The man spoke a lot, so he could use it to eavesdrop on it?

Han Feng turned around, looked at the man, and said coldly: "Shut up your dog's mouth, I'm upset when I hear it."

Those who respect each other and speak rudely to themselves will be the same as Han Feng’s way of returning to the other person.

The young man's face was gloomy and he never thought that Han Feng would not give him face. No one knew his name Mu Ze, and he was also a top presence in the academy.

He didn't know this man with white clothes and no hair and five eyebrows at first glance. There was no genius in the academy that he didn't know. This is not a Lingzhou Academy, and there are disciples who have entered the sect early.

They were all the same group of disciples who entered the academy five years ago, and his strength was in the top group. In five years, he had practiced from the third level of the Lingxuan Realm to the fourth level of the Linghuang Realm, and was also well-known in the academy.

And in front of the beloved woman, you can't lose confidence.

The young man looked at Han Feng with a gloomy face and sharp eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Do you dare to go to the arena? If you don't dare, you can get out."

Han Feng decided to give this young man a chance.

He said: "Get out of this territory now, I can think that it hasn't happened!"

The man was furious and said, "Okay! OK! OK!".

Han Feng ignored it and gave it an opportunity. Unfortunately, he didn't cherish it. Is it so difficult to be a good person?

The woman said, "Muze should forget it, it's not a big deal. We'll go out later."

The young man named Mu Ze said with a slightly gentle face: "It's okay for Qingyu, it won't take long to deal with this kid."

Han Feng looked at the young man indifferently, and this battle was inevitable.

The young man asked with a gloomy face: "You are the disciples of which college? If you don't say it, I will go to the Directors' Pavilion and fight for life and death!"

Han Feng knew where the Council Pavilion was. He underestimated this young man and dared to fight for life and death with a little bit of trouble! How did this young man survive until now?

Han Feng said: "It's okay that I have more time, so you can go."

I gave Han Feng’s previous temperament and slapped him a few words, so why would he use such trouble?

Now I entered the academy because Pei Ran. He didn't care, he just didn't want to cause trouble. If the academy took the lead, there would inevitably be another storm, saying that he was arrogant and domineering, relying on Pei Ran's identity, he acted more freely and did not take the rules of the academy seriously.

He is not a person who pays great attention to reputation, but Pei Ran looks different. Pei Ran is also very arrogant, but Pei Ran attaches great importance to the rules of the academy. Perhaps this is also the habit of the academy, both good and bad, but he is used to wandering outside. These rules are not very suitable for outside.

The truth between practitioners is still based on fists.

The young man's face became even more gloomy, his handsome face turned darker, and his eyebrows were frowning. He never expected that Han Feng would not tell him his life. He originally said that he would fight for life and death by the director, but it was just a talk, with the purpose of threatening Han Feng to speak out his name.

If you really came from a major force, this matter is nothing more than a few words of apology and greetings for a while.

The young man looked at Han Feng's arrogance and was unable to move forward and retreat. He thought about Han Feng's face in his heart. It was indeed nothing. After being born in a major force, he made up his mind.

He Muze has always been a gentle and gentlemanly spirit, good morals, and is very popular among the elders of the academy. But no one knows that those disciples who went out with him have all gone there. The reason why he can make rapid progress is that he has resources in addition to his talent.

Those disciples who went out with him, as well as the demon cores of the Imperial Realm monsters, were all his. It was not the first time that people were killed, but there was only one more dead person.

The young man asked Han Feng, "Your Excellency?"

Han Feng said coldly: "If you want to go, go. I don't have time to worry about you, don't worry, get out quickly."

The young man looked at Han Feng's painting and his arrogant look seemed to be pretending. What confidence did he have? Could it be that he wanted to escape while he left?

The young man said to the woman: "Qingyu, look at him, I'll go to the Council Pavilion and come back."

The woman also felt that Han Feng was a little ungrateful and nodded and instructed: "Mu Ze went early, don't forget about us."

The woman then stared at Han Feng, afraid that Han Feng would escape.

Han Feng calmly deduced in the sea of ​​consciousness, and just started to study the collection he remembered by Dan Pavilion.

The woman looked at Han Feng's appearance and looked closely. This man was really handsome and could not pretend to be his temperament. Could it be that this person is really a genius of some power? Unfortunately, he has no eyebrows and no hair.

Most people can't stand the gaze being watched. Han Feng is used to it, and it's nothing. Just look at it if you want, and you can't control other people's eyes.

A moment later, the young man arrived, and his hand was a blood-red wooden post in his hand. The post was half a foot in size, with the words "Life and Death Battle" written on it.

The man looked at Han Feng slightly, his eyes sharply on Han Feng, and he glanced back and forth. At the same time, his fingers emerged, and he reached into his mouth and bitten it. The red blood oozed out from his index finger. The man's head was not low, and he wrote two words on the post with his movements, "Muze".

Then the man threw the blood-red letter in his hand at Han Feng.

Han Feng knew what it meant. It was easy to ask for a letter from a life-and-death battle, but it was difficult to sign. There were people who applied for a letter from a life-and-death battle every day, but there were not many people on the stage of a life-and-death battle, and they were all empty all year round.

No one jokes about his own life. They are all disciples of the academy, and there are few blood hatreds between them. They are all young people with strong spirit and sharpness. They can enter the academy. They are not very talented, and no one can accept each other. There are many conflicts.

The academy initially went to mediate, but later there were too many conflicts, so I was too lazy to care about them. I set up a board of directors at will, and I would like to resolve any conflicts by myself.

Some people have their own reasons and it is difficult to mediate. Since mediation cannot be done, then solve the problem. If one party dies, the problem will be solved naturally. This move also allows both parties with the intention to fight to make careful considerations.

When Han Feng first came to the academy, there was no directorial pavilion. I heard that it was an elder of the academy and proposed to establish it.

Looking at the blood-red book, Han Feng did not talk much. He took out a sharp spiritual dagger, and used force to slash it heavily. A small wound appeared on his index finger, and Han Feng immediately wrote his name on it.

The young man looked at Han Feng's actions and felt a little contempt in his heart. People who practice and those who are so afraid of pain are really. With such a small courage, why are they arrogant just now?

He didn't know that Han Feng's body was extremely tough. In his eyes, Han Feng just took out a dagger and slashed it casually, but he didn't know that Han Feng, the spiritual weapon, quietly used huge force.

Han Feng is not a masochist, there is no need to bite his fingers a little bit of blood.

The young man looked at Han Feng's timid behavior and said, "You are begging for mercy now and say something to make me happy. I will show mercy later." In fact, he had already sentenced Han Feng to death in his heart.

The woman who was radiant and giggled.

Han Feng chuckled and said, "I don't need it."

The young man saw that Han Feng was still like this, and he was furious and ungrateful. He would not have the chance to beg for mercy on stage in a while.

A cold snorted, the man led the woman to the arena of life and death.

Han Feng followed silently, and he really didn't know that the arena was in the academy.

"Did you see Mu Ze just now? I hurried into the board of directors, held it angrily, and ran in that direction with a life-and-death sticker." said the man in blue.

"Of course I saw it, and I didn't hear anyone Mu Ze had any conflicts with. Do you think it would be a fight?" said the smaller man beside him.

"It's hard! The thunder is loud and the rain is small. There are many people who have received life and death stamps in history, but there are a few who fight. Few can fight to the death," said Qingshan.

"That's not necessarily. Mu Ze rarely gets angry. This time he must have some big grudges. We have nothing to do, so we'll go and have a look. Anyway, there's nothing going on now."

"Well, let's go and see who is so bold and dare to go against Mu Ze."

As they said that, they walked together and walked towards the ring of life and death battles. A lot of companions were pulled along the way, and a group of people walked towards the ring.

When Han Feng came to the arena, there was a wide and boundless black land on one side. As long as the high platform in the center was made of black stone.

Han Feng recognized that this black stone was of very hard texture. The hardness of the stone was comparable to that of steel. There were very few low-level emperors, and they could leave traces on it.

This place is about ten miles in a radius, and there are two young disciples in each place. They are fighting, and the spiritual energy light changes, and strange-shaped spiritual energy phantoms are flying around, which is quite lively.

A man named Mu Ze said to Han Feng in a deep voice: "Open the ring."

Han Feng was covered in his spirit. He found a small dent on it, the size of a book. The breath on it was the same as the breath on the sticker of life and death.

The blood-red life and death post was thrown to the dent, and the life and death post fell steadily into the dent. A faint red blood light lit up and the ring opened.

A man named Mu Ze jumped lightly onto the black arena that was ten feet tall.

Han Feng was not slow either, and fell into the ring lightly.

After Han Feng stepped onto the arena, a blood-red light curtain suddenly rose on the edge of the round arena. After two breaths, the light curtain disappeared.

The academy disciples who were competing around, and thousands of people watching, stopped the battle and looked at the arena in the center of the black land.

"Someone has opened the battle arena for life and death." The woman said in surprise.

"Who is it?" The man near the ring in the crowd also spoke.

Han Feng felt that the moment the light curtain disappeared, there was a half-spherical invisible barrier above the edge of the arena, a hundred feet high above the ring, blocking the ring. Looking at the light curtain in spirit, Han Feng found that the barrier, which was actually impossible to open, was the ordinary Nine-level Emperor.

I was amazed in my heart that this arena is not a loss, but I just don’t know how long this light curtain can last. Is this formation? Or the Mo family’s ink technique?

Seeing that Han Feng was in a daze, Mu Ze said coldly: "Don't want to escape! As long as this arena is opened, it will not last within an hour, and the emperor can go out. Go and die!"

As he said that, the man released the spiritual energy in his body and rushed towards Han Feng. The person who humiliated himself could not, or, today, the bald man must die, and the man felt cruel.

Han Feng stopped watching and felt a murderous intent on the man. He felt a little ridiculous. This man really had a murderous intention towards him. A little bit of a trivial matter. If his strength is not as good as this man today, he may be the one who died.

Han Feng released a little spiritual energy to suppress the cultivation level in his main body. With his current realm, he simulated the realm below the ninth level of the emperor. There is no problem. The Taoist meaning of the ten thousand Dharmas is controlled by himself. In the eyes of ordinary practitioners, his strength is that realm.
Chapter completed!