The infinite comprehension system of the city

kill!

kill!

kill!

At this moment, the sword-wielding young man had only one belief in his heart, that he would kill Han Feng at all costs, otherwise who would wash away his shame?

Seeing that the young man with the sword was no longer stimulated by his own words, Han Feng sighed lightly, "If it's useless, it's useless, so be serious."

The jet-black light flickered on the black wings, which was the form after the spiritual power was transformed by the black wings. A white light shone under the light, and the white light seemed to be cheering.

Jumping up to his feet, Han Feng took the initiative to strike first.

The sword-wielding young man followed suit at the same time, his majestic aura undoubtedly revealed.

One battle, life and death!
Regardless of whether his beliefs were firm enough, the sword-wielding young man was only thinking of beheading Han Feng at this moment, and Han Feng had almost the same idea, first to establish his prestige and then to think about other things.

Otherwise, there is no way to get your hands on the good things here.

Who is not tempted by the treasures of heaven and earth!

"Cut me!"

The sword-wielding young man roared, and the light of the Qingfeng long sword in his hand soared, and he fell in front of Han Feng in an instant.

At the same time, the white light under the black wings in Han Feng's hand exploded in an instant, and the white blade glow turned into a huge sword glow in the blink of an eye, which was comparable to the sword glow of Qingfeng's long sword.

"break!"

Han Feng shouted lightly, he was not as restless as the young man with the sword, and he was confident in himself in every gesture.

boom--

The sword light collided with the white light, and the young man with the sword nodded and flew back a little distance, and Han Feng also backed away a little behind the white light.

Click!

With a soft sound, the Qingfeng long sword in the hands of the young man with the sword cracked a gap, and the Qingfeng long sword cracked under the impact of a blow.

Hearing the sound, the young man with the sword immediately fixed his eyes on the long sword in his hand.

Damn, what's the situation, Qingfeng cracked?
The sword-wielding youth is here. This is a magical weapon. It is impossible for ordinary people to have it. Why is it so weak that it cracks? It's a big joke!
The black wing in Han Feng's hand was intact. He saw the Qingfeng long sword in the hand of the sword-wielding young man with a unique vision, and couldn't help laughing.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are fighting me with a street stall!" Han Feng joked with a smile: "I thought you came from some powerful force, and you should be considered a talented type I didn't expect that the forces behind you didn't even prepare a spirit weapon for you, it seems quite poor!"

The sword-wielding young man almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. The power behind him is so poor that no one will believe it.

Besides, who said that Qingfeng is not a spiritual weapon, a genuine spiritual weapon!

The young man with the sword stared at Qingfeng in his hand with wide eyes. The crack was not very big, but it was very conspicuous.

Holding the sword by his side all day long, the young man with the sword is very aware of how much the existence of such a crack in the spirit sword will affect the future.

"Your spiritual weapon is not simple!" The sword-wielding young man stared at the black wing in Han Feng's hand. He didn't care about Han Feng's sarcasm about himself, and there was a little greed in his eyes, which could shake his Qingfeng away. The spirit weapon of the crack must be higher in level.

good stuff!
Grab it!
Such a thought appeared in the mind of the young man with the sword, and his breathing became slightly heavy.

Seeing the change in the expression of the young man with the sword, how could Han Feng not understand what the young man with the sword meant.

Greed is the original sin. Throughout the ages, too many people have died because of greed. Han Feng has seen too many examples of this in the mercenary world.

"Crack my spirit sword, then use your spirit weapon to pay for it!" The young man with the sword shouted, holding the Qingfeng long sword in his hand upside down, and started to move again.

Hearing this, Han Feng looked at the black wings in his hand unexpectedly, then dodged to the side, and then the silver thread in his hand pierced in the air.

It turned out to be really a spiritual tool, but...it's too rubbish!

On the other hand, Han Feng was also very surprised by the black wing in his hand. Even if it was integrated into the amber stone of the ancestral land of Miaojiang, but the person who created it was Long Chuan, it is impossible to be more perverted than ordinary spiritual weapons!

Han Feng still remembered very clearly how excited Long Chuan was when he got the black wing that day. Obviously, he couldn't believe that he had created a spiritual weapon.

Therefore, Han Feng absolutely does not believe that Long Chuan can 100% create spiritual weapons at the casting level.

……

In the courtyard of Longchuan, the imperial capital, Mr. Long is also here today. Longchuan and his old father are sitting face to face. There are three cups of steaming tea on the stone table between them.

Apart from the two father and son, there was another person sitting beside the stone table. This person was covered in a black robe, and it was impossible to see his appearance clearly even in broad daylight.

"Ah..."

Long Chuan suddenly sneezed loudly. He rubbed his uncomfortable nose and muttered: "In broad daylight, who would have thought of me? Could it be that unreliable kid?"

Seeing his son's appearance, Mr. Long smiled, "Boy Ding has only been away for less than a month, and you miss him so much?"

"I said old man, don't think that you can slander casually because you are my old man. My elders will think about another man. You are joking!" Long Chuan immediately frowned, and snorted angrily: " But let’s not talk about it, the whereabouts of that kid were all in our hands before, but this time the kid suddenly disappeared without a trace, I’m really not used to it.”

Mr. Long smiled without saying a word, and did not point out certain things. He knew very well why Long Chuan and Han Feng could become good brothers. Of course, the two of them did not have that kind of infinite love, but the brotherhood surpassed many brothers. .

Seeing that Long Chuan didn't care at this time, he was actually worried about Han Feng's safety.

Taking a sip of tea, Mr. Long's eyes fell on the man in black robe: "High priest, you haven't left the ancestral land of Miaojiang for decades, why did you take the initiative to come to me this time?"

This person is none other than the High Priest of Miao Jiang's ancestral land, and the only congenitally strong person Han Feng knew in the secular world.

The high priest didn't drink tea, his face was hidden in the black robe, and his voice was very hoarse: "I'm here just to tell you about Boy Ding. He's gone to that place now, so you can rest assured."

"At the same time, I just want you to make some preparations. Boy Ding's ability to cause trouble is not weak. Maybe he will attract a lot of opponents when he comes back next time. You need to deal with this aspect. If you don't reach a certain level, I don't care. I'll take care of things."

Hearing the high priest's words, Mr. Long and Long Chuan were stunned, and the two father and son looked at each other in blank dismay.

that place?

The levels are different, Mr. Long and Long Chuan know exactly what the place the high priest is talking about.

Gulu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and Long Chuan's voice seemed a little dry: "Father, do you think that kid really went to that place to attract some troublesome people for us?"

Mr. Long, who has always been very calm, is not as calm as before at this time: "Since the high priest has said so, maybe that kid will really cause us big trouble, and we really want to deal with these things. Prepare in advance."

"I'll go, it's not fun at all. That kid didn't even say hello to me when he went to that place. I knew the things in his hand should have been banned."

"The weapon?"

"Of course, that's what I worked hard to make, you know."

"This……"

Mr. Long's expression froze, bad news came one after another.

Calm down, he's gone, Mr. Long got up and walked towards the house in a hurry.