The infinite comprehension system of the city

These were all lined up for a long time. They were bored. Looking at Han Feng's low-level strength of Huang Jie, they began to mock. He, a terrifying and inexplicable coercion emanated from Han Feng's body, covering them, and the atmosphere was instantly quiet.

In the hall, feeling this fierce aura, everyone shrank their pupils, and some dared not speak.

Han Feng glanced around, then withdrew his gaze, led Xiaoyan, and the two walked up the stairs.

In the main hall, some local people who were glanced by Han Feng's eyes could see fleeting fear in their eyes. The young man just now really gave them an extremely terrifying feeling, which is really weird.

"Why are there so many people on the second floor?" Xiaoyan frowned when she came to the second floor, her face was full of dissatisfaction.

Han Feng looked away. Compared with the first floor, the number of people on the second floor was reduced by half, which was a lot less. However, there were still a large number of people and the queue was very long.

"Forget it, let's go to the third floor." Shaking his head helplessly, Han Feng headed towards the stairs on the third floor again, and Xiaoyan followed.

Stepping into the third floor, the number of people here is finally much less. In front of the major rooms, some teams were scattered and photographed.

Han Feng took Xiaoyan and found a relatively small queue.

And when he was queuing, some people came over from behind and took pictures behind him.

"Hey, buddy!" Someone patted Han Feng on the shoulder.

"Huh?" Han Feng frowned slightly and turned his head to look over.

I only saw a man who looked like a young master, looking at him suspiciously, apparently he was the one who patted the shoulder before.

"What's the matter?" Han Feng glanced at him and said.

"You are a low-level warrior of the Huang rank." Brother Young Master possessed himself and said something to Han Feng, with a hint of mystery in his tone.

"What's the matter with the low-level Huang rank? Can't you use the third-floor Thunder Refining Room?" Han Feng was a little suspicious. Could it be that there are such unwritten rules in the Thunder Refining Room? What a ghost.

"That's not true." Hearing this, Brother Young Master quickly waved his hands, indicating that he didn't mean that.

"Then what do you want to say?" Han Feng was confused.

"This is the third-floor Thunder Refining Room, why did you come here?" Brother Young Master pointed to the Thunder Refining Room in front, and asked with some doubts.

"The Thunder Refining Room below is full of queues, so I'm going to go up." Han Feng said casually.

"But this is the third-floor lightning refining room, non-high-level warriors of the yellow rank are irresistible. If you go in, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on for long, or you will be turned into flying ash directly." Brother Young Master kindly reminded.

"So it's this, so you don't have to worry too much about it. I don't care much about the power of thunder here." Han Feng said casually.

Hearing what he said, the surrounding crowd were all surprised, and all cast curious glances.

"It's up to me." Just when Brother Young Master was about to say something, the people in front suddenly ran out of use. When he reached Han Feng, he glanced at him, said something casually, and then walked into the Lei Lian room. .

boom!
Under everyone's shocking gaze, Han Feng closed the door directly with a wave of his hand.

"Hey!" The son looked like he wanted to say something, but Han Feng had already entered the Lei Lian room, and he couldn't say anything. He could only shake his head, and he was another arrogant guy. How long, he will come out covered in scars.

"Big Brother went to a Thunder Refining Room, so I'll go too." Xiaoyan saw Han Feng enter the Thunder Refining Room, so she made a small face, picked a Thunder Refining Room to enter, and then closed the door.

Seeing a low-level boy of the yellow rank actually enter the Thunder Refining Room, which is still the third floor, all the fighters on the third floor were startled, and one after another they stopped lining up and came to Han Feng's Thunder Refining Room. At the door, pointing at the inside.

"Is this the Thunder Refining Room that the man entered?"

"That's right, it's him, a low-level warrior of the yellow rank."

"Low-level yellow class? This level, even going to the second-floor lightning refining room is not enough, but it's too whimsical to come to the third-floor lightning refining room?"

"Isn't it? It may not be long before I will come out directly, and when I come out, I guess there will still be scars."

"Hahaha, I think so. Even if I am a high-level warrior of the yellow rank, entering this thunder chamber is still dangerous. Therefore, this low-level brat of the yellow rank must not be able to last long."

"Everyone said, how long can this kid last?" Someone asked curiously.

"A quarter of an hour, I think."

"A quarter of an hour? Will you think highly of him? If you ask me, he can't even last a stick of incense."

"I even think that after he enters, he only needs to count the breaths of time before he will exit." Someone waved a fan and said pretendingly.

In the Leilian room, Han Feng stood on top of a simple and simple hall. On the ground, there were complicated inscriptions engraved. On the inscriptions, there were some potholes. These were the traces caused by the thunder pouring down.

"Star pattern!"

Han Feng stared at these strange lines, from which he could feel something related to the Holy Will of the Stars.

It seems that this is what is used to create thunder.

Han Feng stood there.

hum!
Suddenly, there was a faint sound of shaking, and a strange light came from the feet, passing through these lines, bringing a thunderous light.

Chi Chi.

There was a strange sound, transmitted from the lines, and silver-like thunders loomed from it.

boom!
Thunderstorms poured down from the sky and blasted towards Han Feng's body.

Like running water, the violent thunder streaked across the surface of the body's skin, bringing a hint of warmth.

Han Feng frowned slightly.

This thunder, why did it give him a completely useless feeling, like running water, passing across the surface of his skin without a trace of power.

Could it be that this thunder has no effect on him?
Thinking of the time when the ancient sage was promoted to the Thunder Tribulation, Han Feng felt a little relieved when the world was full of terrifying thunder. Maybe it was because he experienced a thunder disaster that was too terrifying, so he encountered this Thunder Tribulation again. , It should have produced a strong resistance, so when these thunders fell on his body, they did not cause the slightest damage.

In this case, let's stretch it all out and welcome the arrival of the thunder.

Han Feng let out a soft shout in his heart, and spread his arms out, as if embracing Lei Jian, embracing the thunder that was blasting in his body.

Comfortable!

A slight warmth flowed from the surface of the skin, like a massage, and a comfortable feeling came from his body.

If someone sees this scene, I am afraid that they will be shocked.

Thunderstorms brushed past Han Feng's body surface. In his thoughts, it seemed that the star power between heaven and earth was absorbed faster as it flowed past the surface of his body.