Peerless Martial Soul

Chen Feng was surprised: "Senior sister, have you entered too?"

"Why, you look down on me?" Han Yu'er shrugged her little nose cutely.

"I am indeed a little surprised." Chen Feng said honestly.

Han Yu'er was furious and waved her fist at him as if to demonstrate.

Then she giggled again: "I didn't believe it before. Speaking of which, I'm so lucky."

It turned out that the opponent in the final battle with Han Yu'er was very powerful. After coming up, Han Yu'er was overwhelmed and unable to resist.

Just when Han Yu'er was about to lose, a vision of heaven and earth suddenly appeared on Chen Feng's side.

Han Yu'er has low cultivation level and little knowledge, so she hasn't thought much about it yet. His opponent, however, was very knowledgeable and was so shocked that he became distracted on the spot.

Han Yu'er took the opportunity to attack fiercely, and unexpectedly won.

Han Yu'er said excitedly and burst into bursts of cheerful laughter.

Under the dim light, the beauty's face was like jade. Chen Feng would not forget this scene for a long time.

Early the next morning, the ten major disciples of the outer sect were all gathered at the top of Broken Arrow Peak, in front of the sect's main hall.

Chen Feng and Han Yu'er followed Han Cong here and waited outside the main hall.

"Are you Chen Feng?"

A voice came from behind.

Chen Feng looked back and saw a group of people approaching. Seven or eight of them were relatively young, with the oldest around twenty years old. All of them were dressed luxuriously, with powerful aura and arrogant expressions.

The one who spoke was the one at the front.

He is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slender figure, thin lips, and slender eyes. He is handsome and gentle, but there is a hint of coldness and cruelty in his eyes.

The man walked up to Chen Feng, raised his chin slightly, and asked proudly again: "Are you Chen Feng?"

Chen Feng frowned: "Why ask even though you already know?"

"Sure enough, the master died young. He was uneducated and had no manners at all." A girl in a purple shirt sneered.

"If you laugh at others for being uneducated in public, I'm afraid you are the one who is really uneducated!"

Chen Feng sneered and said: "Although your master and parents are not dead, I suggest that they should commit suicide. If you teach a thing like you, if it were me, they would die of shame."

Han Yu'er chuckled and said, "Chen Feng, well said!"

"You!" The girl's face turned pale with anger and her whole body was shaking.

"Sure enough, I have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, but I don't know how good my skills are!"

The boy who spoke first snorted and said sarcastically.

He is obviously the most outstanding person among this group of people. When he speaks, everyone agrees.

"You are definitely not as good as Senior Brother Qin!"

"Senior Brother Qin, you are the famous first disciple of the outer sect. This guy has used some shady means to squeeze into the ranks of the top ten disciples. How can he be your opponent?"

"It's so unfortunate that there is such a thing among our top ten disciples!"

"I bet he is not the enemy of Senior Brother Qin."

The girl in purple gave Chen Feng a disgusted look and stood next to Senior Brother Qin.

Qin Moling, seventeen years old, the eldest son of the Qin family in Baishi City, with a peak cultivation level of the ninth level the day after tomorrow!

Half a step to the divine door!

Qin Moling stepped forward, exuding aura, and looked at Chen Feng: "Junior brother Chen, I heard that you are very powerful. I want to ask for advice on two moves. I wonder if you can give me a favor?"

The huge momentum was overwhelming like a mountain, and Chen Feng couldn't breathe! He felt as if his hands and feet were stuck in a quagmire, and it was extremely difficult to move.

"It's so scary. I can't even move. Is this the strength of the Half-Step God Sect?"

Chen Feng's heart was filled with turmoil.

He knew that Qin Moling wanted to kill him with just one move!

Han Cong came over and coughed slightly, and Chen Feng felt that the pressure on his body suddenly lightened.

"Uncle Han." Qin Moling saluted respectfully.

It's like it wasn't him who was provoking just now.

Han Cong glared at him and said coldly: "The sect master is about to summon you, how can you behave like this when you are making trouble here?"

Qin Moling smiled and said, "Uncle Han taught me a lesson."

While they were talking, another person came over, and it turned out to be Ran Changling, who was defeated by Chen Feng yesterday.

His face was pale and he looked weak, but his right arm had regenerated flesh and blood.

I don’t know what heavenly and earthly treasures or panacea Ran Yuxue used for him.

He stared at Chen Feng, his eyes as cold as a poisonous snake.

Qin Moling came up to meet him. They seemed to be very familiar with each other. They talked and laughed together in low voices, and even glanced at Chen Feng from time to time.

"Why is he here? Wasn't he eliminated?" Chen Feng asked in surprise.

Han Cong sighed: "Ran Yuxue opened up the joints within the sect, and the sect announced to the outside world that Ran Changling was extremely talented and it would be a pity not to join the inner sect, so he specially added a quota to join."

"One of the top ten disciples quit. Of course, Ran Yuxue promised him great benefits. So Ran Changling was able to add more disciples to the top ten."

"Can this still happen?"

Chen Feng said in shock.

Then there was a surge of anger in his heart, and he sneered: "Ran Yuxue, how much do you value your nephew? You have to pay such a high price to let him enter the inner sect, right?"

"Okay, then I'll hit you hard in the face!"