"Plop...plop...!"

With one slap, Han Fei was knocked to the ground. His face was so red and swollen that he was almost human-like. From the beginning to the end, his unique skill, Extreme Wind Hand, was never used.

The guests and tribesmen who were watching the excitement were stunned and covered their faces involuntarily. There were so many of them, but they didn't even see how Ning Tao took action?

Are they... hallucinating?

Manager Feng opened his mouth, and his pupils shrank into needle eyes. He was the closest and his strength was not bad, but he could only see afterimages, and the move was very much like "a slash"!

But how is this possible? How can a slave's secret skill be compared with the peak secret skill? Our ancestors have made a classification for this, and they are divided into grades one to ten. The secret skill is only the lowest three grades.

Slashing with one sword is at best a first-grade secret skill, but Ji Feng Shou is a third-grade peak secret skill. If you take it one step further, you will be able to step into the realm of Taoism, and earth-shaking changes will occur.

But Ji Feng Shou...how could he lose to a sword attack?

The Sutra Pavilion was deathly silent, and everyone looked at it with suspicion. Could it be that Han Fei was afraid that he really knew the eldest lady and would cause trouble for him, so he deliberately let it go?

This idea instantly gained the upper hand. It must be like this. In the past, they had always been bullied during their sparring matches. How could a mere guest minister and a slave with unique skills be able to turn around?

What's more, the salted fish turns around...it's still the salted fish!

There was one thing they couldn't tolerate. They were direct members of the Han family and had the highest status. A guest minister using a slave's secret skill to slap Han Fei in the face was equivalent to slapping the Han family in the face.

It's more like saying that the pinnacle secrets treasured by their Han family are not as powerful as the secrets created by a slave!

One is the crystallization of the ancestors' painstaking efforts, exhaustion of life's essence, wisdom, and enlightenment, which is the third-level secret!

As for the other one, it was created by an old man in the kitchen who chopped too much firewood and was bored. It can barely be regarded as a top-notch masterpiece!

Comparing the two, as long as you are a smart person, you will never believe that the old man in the kitchen can crush his ancestors!

What makes them even more unbearable is how they can let slaves trample them. They are the masters, how can they let dogs trample on them? They are the only ones who trample on dogs, and no dogs trample on them.

Immediately, a man stood up. He was lean and powerful, and he was also a direct member of the Han family, named Han Yi. In this type of competition, he was second only to the absent-minded Han Fei, and now he can even surpass him.

He took a big step forward and said proudly: "On behalf of the Han family, I want to discuss with the slave you represent. I want you to know how powerful the unique skills of my ancestors of the Han family... are."

When Ning Tao heard this, he looked calm and turned to look at Manager Feng. He had to make the decision in this place.

When Guanshi Feng saw this, he narrowed his eyes and glanced at the absent-minded Han Fei, and then at the confident Han Yi. His heart moved, Han Yi was from the lineage of the Great Elder...!

Immediately praised: "The eleventh round begins!"

As soon as they finished speaking, neither of them made a move first. They both stood with their hands behind their backs like masters, extremely proud.

When Han Yi saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately smiled coldly and said: "I hope you can keep up with my speed, and I will let you experience my unique skill, Kuang...Feng...!"

"Crack!"

"mad……!"

"Pah...!"

I haven't even said my name, one side of my face is already swollen, and my whole person is in a state of confusion. Is this... the end?

The Ning Tao in front of him had a calm look on his face, still standing with his hands behind his back, and he didn't even seem to show any signs of taking action.

Han Yi covered one side of his face, his lips turned white, and he said weakly: "Can you let me... finish saying all your names?"

When Ning Tao heard this, he just smiled back.

Seeing this, Han Yi took a step back, feeling unsafe, and immediately took a step back, then covered his swollen face and said weakly: "My secret skill is the Wind Buddha's Hand!"

"Crack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bright red slap mark on the left cheek, with five distinct fingers, as if carved on it, attracting attention.

"hiss……!"

Everyone took a breath of cold air and was shocked for a while, gradually recognizing Ning Tao's strength. At that moment, their feelings were moved, but their eyes remained the same, and the voice echoed.

This person’s strength cannot be underestimated!

Han Yi covered both sides of his face, almost crying, and said aggrievedly: "Didn't we agree not to hit me?"

When Ning Tao heard this, he felt ashamed and coughed dryly: "Well, subconsciously, besides, I didn't promise not to hit you."

"Pfft...!"

Han Yi and the others almost vomited blood. He felt so wronged and wronged that he even took two steps back. He was slapped in the face again. He didn't know if his mother recognized him.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out among dozens of spectators, and dozens of eyes all looked at one person, his name was Han Yun!

His speed is second only to Han Yi among these people!

When Han Yun saw this, his face turned pale, he subconsciously took a step back and said weakly: "Why...why are you looking at me?"

A member of the Han family looked strange and said: "Han Yun, I remember your special skill, the one you often show off in front of us, what is it called, have you forgotten...?"

"Well!"

Upon hearing this, Han Yun frowned and immediately explained: "My secret skill is... Amethyst Demon Breaking Hand!"

"Crack!"

A slap sounded, and the air became quiet again. Han Yun touched his cheek, and was shocked by the burning pain.

Subconsciously, he looked at Ning Tao with a look of shock on his face, but Ning Tao was even more shocked than him. He looked at his hands and suddenly said solemnly: "I promise, this time it is definitely subconscious."

Pfft...!

When everyone heard this, they almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. What do you mean this time is guaranteed? What the hell was the last time?

Han Yi lay on the ground and cried harder. He felt so wronged. That slap was intentional by Ning Tao. I won't accept it...!

Dou E...I want to compete with you...!

Suddenly, the Han family member who asked before said strangely: "Guanshi Ma, I remember your special skill, but it is shocking and makes people cry. Why don't you tell me about it?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of all the disciples shone. Han Fei, Han Yi, and Han Yun all burst out with evil lights. They all covered their cheeks and looked at Manager Ma, with... evil smiles on their faces!

They still vaguely remembered the look on Manager Ma's face when he was bragging in front of everyone. He was very proud and regarded the extremely difficult secret skill on the second floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion as his trump card.

The name is... Great Joy, Great Sorrow, Ruthless Armor Slayer!

Sure enough, Manager Feng's face turned green when he heard this, and the muscles on his face twitched fiercely. When he saw everyone's eyes on him, his eyelids twitched wildly, and he felt that he lacked confidence.

He had a green face and said hesitantly: "Um, I've been too busy recently and I seem to have forgotten it?"

"Papa...!"

Before he finished speaking, there were two more slap marks on his face. The force was so strong that his head was buzzing and his eyesight turned black.

Manager Feng touched his red cheeks, opened his mouth but no sound came out, and a flash of explosion appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!