Villain: This little brother can deal with him, if something happens, he will really do it

Han Feng gritted his teeth and continued to wave his hands.

Bang bang bang!

Muffled sounds and wounds continued to appear on Han Feng's body.

Han Feng was covered in blood, and his face became even paler, as if he had lost too much blood.

"Brother Han! What are you doing? If you hit yourself like this, aren't you going to tire yourself to death?" Linghu frowned, with a worried look on his face.

Han Feng waved his hand: "I can still hold on, you continue to attack!"

"Okay! If that's the case, don't blame me for being cruel!" As soon as he finished speaking, the spirit tiger charged forward again, its fist shadow covering the entire world.

"Spiritual Monkey Claw!" Han Feng quickly activated the Nine Flames and Different Fire Technique, condensed nine golden flame palm prints, slapped them out, and collided with Linghu's Spiritual Monkey Claw.

"Bang bang bang..."

Continuous roars sounded, and Han Feng and Linghu flew out each other.

"Brother Han! Are you okay!" Linghu's face changed slightly and he quickly came over to help Han Feng.

Han Feng shook his head gently: "I'm fine, don't worry, I can still hold on!"

Linghu nodded, glanced at the wound on Han Feng's chest, and sighed in his heart. The wound looked serious, but for a strong man in the spiritual master realm, it was just a superficial wound, nothing to worry about.

However, Han Feng's injuries looked serious, but in fact he was in such a mess just because he had consumed too much.

Looking at Han Feng, a flash of jealousy flashed in Linghu's eyes. He was unwilling to accept it. How could a foreigner be related to the leader of the Linghou clan, but he, his legitimate son, had no hope at all.

Linghu was angry, but he also knew that he was no match for Han Feng.

"Forget it, let's leave." Linghu sighed in his heart, turned around and headed towards the outskirts of the Linghu Mountains, without pursuing Han Feng.

Seeing Ling Hu leave, Han Feng also breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately sat down cross-legged and recovered.

......

One day later.

"Huh~ I finally recovered!" Han Feng opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his eyes flashed with sparkle.

During this day, Han Feng recuperated for three days in total.

"The spiritual ape tribe's innate magical powers are indeed extraordinary. If I hadn't understood the Nine Flames and Strange Fire Art, I might not have been able to support it!" Han Feng's eyes flashed with brilliance.

These days of recuperation gave Han Feng a new understanding of the use of the Nine Flames and Different Fire Technique. This understanding was so mysterious that Han Feng even suspected that it would be absolutely no problem for him to break through to the eighth level of the spiritual master with just a little understanding.

Han Feng was extremely excited, but Han Feng still suppressed his excitement.

Because during this period, he had already offended Linghu. If he got carried away again, he might incur Linghu's revenge, and then he would be in danger.

Spirit Tiger is a being that can fight beyond levels.

"There is only one last training time left. If we can break through to the eighth level of the spiritual master, it will be enough to fight against the spiritual tiger!" Han Feng clenched his fists.

Once this idea came up, Han Feng's heart was filled with fighting spirit.

Han Feng closed his eyes again and began to absorb the essence of the spiritual grass with all his strength to recover from his injuries.

Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, another half month passed. On this day, Han Feng's injuries had healed.

"I can finally try to break through!" Han Feng's eyes flashed with joy. He had already sensed that his cultivation level was rising rapidly, reaching the peak of the fifth level of the spiritual master.

"Breakthrough!"

A loud shout resounded through the sky, and an extremely surging aura surged out of Han Feng's body, swallowing up all the spiritual energy around him, making the spiritual energy dare not get even closer.

"boom!"

Thunderous sounds came from Han Feng's body, and thunder dragons violently came out of Han Feng's body, biting Han Feng's body crazily.

"Ah!" Han Feng roared in pain, his face was twisted, his whole body was twitching, and he was dripping with sweat.

At this moment, Han Feng seemed to have experienced a life and death disaster. The meridians in his body collapsed inch by inch, and the bones in his body burst into pieces and turned into powder all over the sky.

Han Feng gritted his teeth, unwilling to give up the opportunity to break through no matter what.

One day, two days...

In the blink of an eye, another day passed.

Han Feng finally couldn't hold on any longer. The wounds on his body were getting bigger and bigger, and the bones in his body were cracking inch by inch.

Han Feng was covered in blood, with a ferocious look on his face. His consciousness was already a little blurry. In his mind, there was only breakthrough, breakthrough, breakthrough!

"Ah!" Han Feng roared again.

His cultivation level has reached the critical point, and he is only one step away from entering the ninth level of spiritual master. However, Han Feng still cannot break through. No matter how hard he tries, it is of no avail.

In the end, in Han Feng's despair, his body exploded and turned into a blood mist that spread all over the world.

Han Feng's figure also disappeared.

......

In Linghu's cave, Han Feng sat cross-legged, his whole body filled with majestic and vast fluctuations of Yuan Power, and his aura was so powerful that it was frightening.

"Chief of the Linghu Clan, I have learned about your innate magical power!" Han Feng slowly opened his eyes.

Han Feng felt it, and his strength had improved again, reaching the ninth level of spiritual master.

Although Han Feng didn't know exactly what caused him to improve so much all of a sudden, Han Feng clearly felt it.

"Chief of the Linghu Clan, when I break through to the ninth level of the Spiritual Master, I will definitely come to you to collect debts until death!" Han Feng snorted coldly, with murderous intent deep in his eyes.

......

The confrontation between Han Feng and Ling Hu attracted the attention of many people around them.

"That young man's strength is so terrifying?"

"How is this possible? He is only at the sixth level of spiritual master, and the leader of the Spirit Tiger Clan is already at the eighth level of spiritual master. Isn't this kind of leap too big?"

"You are stupid. That was because the leader of the Linghu Clan held back. Otherwise, do you think he could really escape?"

"I see!"

Everyone was talking a lot, and their eyes were full of shock.

"Who is that young man? Why is he so powerful?" The strong men of the Linghu tribe also looked quite embarrassed. Han Feng's performance was really beyond their imagination.

"That young man's name is Han Feng, and he is said to be a disciple of the leader of the Spirit Tiger Clan." An elder of the Spirit Beast Clan said in deep thought.

Hearing this, the elders of the Spiritual Beast Clan became even more gloomy, now they were in big trouble.

If the leader of the Spirit Tiger Clan, the top genius of their Spirit Beast Clan, was really killed by Han Feng because of this incident, their Spirit Beast Clan would not be able to bear this responsibility.

"Han Feng? The leader of the Linghu Clan actually accepted such a disciple?"

"Humph, no matter what, we can't just let this matter go." An elder of the Spirit Beast Clan said angrily, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Another elder nodded in agreement: "Yes, although the leader of the Spiritual Tiger Clan is strong, he still exists in the ninth heaven of spiritual masters. Even if he encounters a powerful spiritual master in the eighth heaven, he can still fight. If he meets a spiritual master A strong person from the seventh or eighth heaven may still suffer a loss if he encounters the existence of the spiritual master from the ninth heaven. "