"I'm just very powerful, at least much stronger than you, a waste!" Yan Xinghui said proudly: "I'm a powerful martial emperor!"

"And what about you? Have you entered the Martial Emperor Realm?"

Chen Feng only felt that it was very ridiculous. In Chen Feng's eyes, the first-star Martial Emperor is no different from the ants now.

Chen Feng looked at him and said lightly: "Is the One-Star Martial Emperor? It's amazing!"

Yan Xinghui seemed not to hear the sarcastic meaning in Chen Feng's words, and said arrogantly: "Of course!"

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Then, what if I defeat you easily, so what if you?"

He was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter in disbelief. His laughter was filled with contempt and mockery: "Boy, did I hear it right? Or were you crazy?"

"You dare to say such words? Who are you? You still beat me?"

Suddenly, the long sword in his hand shook, pointed at Chen Feng, and said ferociously: "Little boy, I will kill you now, let you know what is truly powerful!"

Chen Feng sneered, and he was ready to take action.

His actions will leave Yan Xinghui with unforgettable shame and profound imprint.

Chen Feng didn't plan to kill her. After all, he did not come to the Canglang Sword Sect to kill people, but it was still possible to sack his martial arts.

The next moment, Chen Feng was about to take action, and Yan Xinghui was about to be deposed.

But, at this moment, suddenly, a crisp and pleasant sound came from the mountain road.

The voice was filled with joy: "Junior brother, is it you? It was you? You are actually here?"

Chen Feng was extremely familiar with this voice.

A smile immediately appeared on his face and turned to the direction where the sound came.

Sure enough, a woman in green shirt stood there with a clever smile and beautiful eyes hidden among the flowers and green trees, but the flowers and trees could not cover her peerless appearance.

Who is it if it’s not Han Yuer?

Han Yuer looked at Chen Feng at this moment, her face full of joy. She suddenly flashed and threw herself into Chen Feng's arms, hugging Chen Feng tightly like an octopus.

She said in a trembling voice: "I miss you so much. Junior brother, I'm so happy. You're here to see me, Junior brother!"

Chen Feng smiled and patted her back, and said softly: "Senior sister, I miss you very much too. Am I here now?"

Han Yu'er smiled and tears suddenly flowed down her face. She reached out to pinch Chen Feng and said, "You haven't seen me for so long. We two have been together for more than a year, and you haven't seen me!"

"I went back to the Tianyuan Dynasty once, but you were not here yet. Junior brother, do you know how much I miss you?"

Chen Feng apologized and said, "It's me wrong. Senior sister, am I here? I'll be with you."

Han Yu'er turned anger into joy, clicked, kissed him on the face, and smiled, "This is almost the same."

And behind Han Yuer and Chen Feng, Yan Xinghui stood there blankly.

A hint of surprise appeared on his face, then turned into disbelief, and the next moment, the expression in his eyes turned into a deep jealousy and a crazy anger.

A voice in his heart was roaring wildly: "Why? Why? Why would Junior Sister Han like such a waste?"

"Why is Junior Sister Han so intimate to me? Why? I'm not convinced!"

"How can this little boy compare to me? He is not as good as me at all. I can easily defeat him, but Junior Sister Han loves him so much!"

He was almost mad and had a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

Chen Feng and Han Yuer were stuck together and talked about it for a long time.

Then, Han Yuer seemed to remember something and said to Chen Feng: "Come on, junior brother, I'll introduce Yan Xinghui and Senior Brother Yan to you."

She smiled and said, "Senior Brother Yan Xinghui is the nephew of the head master. He is talented and has a high talent."

"Senior Brother Yan was entered into the mountain gate by the head master. He is the only one among our disciples in our generation, just like Uncle Lin."

Yan Xinghui looked proud and stared at Chen Feng with his eyes.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "It turns out to be Senior Brother Yan, so he is polite."

He held back the tone in his heart and wanted to ease his relationship with Yan Xinghui. After all, Yan Xinghui is Han Yuer's senior brother. From now on, the two of them looked up and saw each other. The relationship was too stiff and would not be beneficial to Han Yuer.

Chen Feng endured this for Han Yuer.

But unexpectedly, Yan Xinghui stood there, looking at him arrogantly, and ignored him.

Seeing his expression, Chen Feng's eyes turned cold and Han Yuer was also very unhappy.

When we met Han Yu'er again, Chen Feng was in a good mood and didn't plan to see him. He said lightly: "Let's go, senior sister, let's go up. I also want to visit several seniors from your Canglang Sword Sect."

Han Yuer nodded and said, "Okay, I want to recommend you to my master too!"

As they said that, the two of them were about to leave.

Han Yuer didn't even look at Yan Xinghui, but treated him as a transparent person.

Yan Xinghui was furious and could no longer bear it. He roared: "Baby, did I let you go?"

Chen Feng stopped, and then he turned around and looked at Yan Xinghui's eyes flashing with murderous intent.

He felt very fucked and he didn't want to be as knowledgeable as Yan Xinghui, but he was still endless.

Yan Xinghui looked at Chen Feng and said proudly: "Chen Feng, did I let you go? Did you leave, have you allowed me to leave?"

"Didn't you say you want to challenge me just now?" He paused, and a grinning look at Han Yu'er and said:

"Junior Sister Han, you often say that your junior brother is so amazing. Today you just look at me and how can you easily defeat your junior brother!"

Han Yuer was stunned and looked at Chen Feng, and Chen Feng also looked at her.

Then, Chen Feng looked at Yan Xinghui with a very surprised and pity, as if he was looking at a madman: "You know my name is Chen Feng, but you dare to talk to me like this?"

"So what about Chen Feng? Is it amazing?" Yan Xinghui said disdainfully: "Can you compare to me?"

Chen Feng and Han Yuer looked at each other, and both burst into laughter.

Now there has never been a single person in the Tianyuan Dynasty who has heard of Chen Feng’s name, but I’m afraid there are not many more!

Han Yuer almost burst into tears: "Oh, Senior Brother Yan Xinghui, have you heard a word? It's called "The mantis arm is a chariot! Oh, by the way, I'm overestimating my abilities!"

"But, overestimating one's own abilities is not enough to describe the degree to which you are overestimating one's own abilities."
Chapter completed!