Sun Wuhen looked serious and glared at Chen Fei fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "Arrogant and ignorant guy, it seems that you don't know what to do if you don't teach you a lesson."

Chen Fei's eyelids moved and looked at Sun Wuhen without any fear. Instead, he looked bored. He sighed and said, "If you want to fight, just hit him, just start with it.

As a result, the end result was the same when I made these bends around.

I really don’t know if you guys are too idle or too hypocritical.”

"You--" Sun Wuhen never expected that Chen Fei would be so bold and dare to be so arrogant in front of him.

After all, when he was in the sect, no one dared to speak to him like this.

Seeing that Sun Wuhen was about to explode, Zong Han, who was standing beside him, took a step and said, "Elder Sun, such an arrogant guy is not worth your action, just let me do it."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wuhen nodded, and his arms that had originally poked out were now retracted, and he carried them behind his back, looking at Chen Fei with a calm face, with a very ugly expression.

Zong Han took a step, stared at Chen Fei with cold eyes, and said, "Chen Fei, I was waiting for this battle on the day of special training.

Unexpectedly, I have been delayed until now to have a chance.

Perhaps, this is your luck, and it will take you for a few more days!"

As he spoke, Zong Han's aura surged, and his whole body looked like a candle that was suddenly lit, emitting an invisible light and heat, which made the guests around him feel dazzling and couldn't help but stretch for a distance.

However, Chen Fei, who was facing Zong Han, seemed to have no feelings at all, and was still standing there with almost no change in his expression.

He glanced at Zong Han with a slanted glance, waved his hand and said, "You are going to do it?"

Let it go.

I'm still a little interested in the old guy behind you. You Zong Han is not my opponent, it's boring."

This is very normal to Chen Fei.

After all, Zong Han's strength level is only at the mid-stage level of the heaven level, and his strength is at most slightly stronger than Zhao Yi, and his overall level is about 50th in the Dragon List.

This kind of strength is really meaningless for Chen Fei, who has already reached the peak of the sky level.

Sun Wuhen, who ranks 20th on the Dragon List, is just a bit interesting to Chen Fei.

However, to others, these words became Chen Fei's crazy words.

Especially when it came to Zong Han and Sun Wuhen's ears, it became an insult to them and Tianwu Sect.

Zong Han was furious in an instant, his eyes were scarlet, and the aura on his body suddenly became violent. He shouted angrily to the sky, and with a shiny sound of gold and iron, he pulled out a long sword and pointed at Chen Fei, "Madman, die!"

The long sword was like the wind, stirring the air, bursting out countless tiny rays of air, and attacking Chen Fei.

Seeing this, Chen Fei sighed lightly, looked forward with his right hand, slapped out several qi and attacked him.

Suddenly, the two of them collided with each other, and bursts of bangs and blasts sounded one after another, as if a firecracker was exploding.

Zong Han's long sword danced more and more densely, like a flower, like a wind, like rain, with unpredictable changes and extremely agile, attacking Chen Fei with one blow.

Such complex and exquisite sword techniques made many guests dazzled and amazed.

"It's worthy of being Zong Han. He is so powerful in this sword technique."

"Tianwu Sect is famous for its sword technique. As a disciple of the sect, Zong Han needs no need to say much about his sword technique."

"I want to know how Chen Fei resists this sword technique?"

………Amid everyone’s expectant eyes, Chen Fei met Zong Han’s sword technique.

He did not have any fancy moves or any dexterous body movements. He just squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the complicated afterimage of the long sword, and grabbed it in the air with his right hand.

"What does Chen Fei want to do?"

"He wants to use his hands to catch Zong Han's sword?

It's so rude!"

"Is this crazy?"

This move not only surprised many spectators, but also Zong Han.

"You - seeking death! This is what you asked for. You broke Junior Brother Wu's legs, so now, leave your right arm first!"

Zong Han gritted his teeth and shouted, his right arm shook slightly, and the sword in his hand was faster. A stream of energy burst out around the sword body, turning into an extremely sharp blade, cutting towards Chen Fei fiercely.

At this moment, Chen Fei's true energy was stimulated from the palm of his palm, forming a thin and fit protective cover that covered Chen Fei's palm.

It was with this invisible glove that Chen Fei stuck out his right hand and directly penetrated into the flying sword flowers, grabbing them with force.

"Sharp!"

In an instant, the sword with the afterimage suddenly stopped, and the tip was firmly held in Chen Fei.

"You--" This time, Zong Han was shocked, then gritted his teeth and exerted force on his arm, trying to pull out the sword.

But with the force, he felt that his sword seemed to be clamped by a pair of iron pliers and could not move at all.

"How could it be?"

Zong Han was shocked again, gritted his teeth, stimulated his true energy, and rushed towards Chen Fei along the sword body.

Around the sword blade, the true energy aura turned into sword lights and burst out, trying to penetrate Chen Fei's palm.

But after these extremely sharp sword lights hit Chen Fei's palm, they seemed to be like a muddy bull entering the sea, instantly turning into nothingness, and they could not feel any power at all.

"How is it possible, you, you--" Zong Han was shocked. Chen Fei's move was completely beyond his expectations.

Just when he was surprised, Chen Fei twisted his right hand gently, and a huge force attacked. Zong Han's precious sword instantly turned into a steel twist, and then broke open with a crack and fell on the grass without any resurrection.

"My sword!"

Zong Han looked at the broken sword and felt distressed in his heart. His eyes looked at Chen Fei with more resentment.

"Chen Fei, I'm going to kill you!"

Zong Han shouted sharply, his scarlet eyes almost burst out, and his aura burst out. He looked like a crazy lion, trying to tear Chen Fei in front of him completely to pieces.

At this moment, behind Zong Han, Sun Wuhen's face darkened, and his eyes looked at Chen Fei with a strange look.

Because, he could see that Chen Fei's strength was even stronger than he had imagined.

Moreover, he was almost certain that Zong Han was definitely not Chen Fei's opponent. If he continued to fight, Zong Han would undoubtedly lose.

So, Sun Wuhen wanted to speak and called Zong Han back.

But just as he was about to speak, Chen Fei, who was originally calm, suddenly twitched, then his face changed, his eyebrows were upside down, and his expression became solemn.

“That feeling just now?

The amulet on Zi Ling's body was stimulated! Did Zi Ling encounter danger, or did she accidentally inspire the amulet?"

Chen Fei frowned and thought, and even wanted to take out his cell phone, call his junior sister, and ask what the situation was.

However, before Chen Fei could move, his body trembled slightly again.

Suddenly, Chen Fei's expression changed drastically, "This feeling is the amulet on Zhuo Qingyu, Yu Qingmei and Wei Ling."

If only one person's amulet is touched, it may be an accident.

Now, the amulets of the four people are touched almost at the same time, so it is absolutely impossible to be an accident.

"What happened to Zi Ling and the others!"

Chen Fei believed in his heart that he didn't care about the competition in front of him.

He looked up at Zong Han, and Chen Fei said, "I have something urgent to do. Today's matter will be settled later!"
Chapter completed!