Chapter 122 is handed over to you

  The whole field was in an uproar. All the disciples of Qianyuan Institute stared with their eyes wide open and tongues tied, watching Qian Feng roll far away.

  Even if there is a gap in strength, it shouldn't be this big, right?

  Even Lian Xuan's face was extremely ugly, Qian Feng not only lost the face of Qiān Rèn Yuàn, but also slapped his own face.

  Han Feng stood on the high platform, with his hands on his hips, and burst out laughing loudly.

  Suddenly, Han Feng turned his head and shouted to Lu Fan and Chu Hang: "Lu Fan Shidi, Chu Hang Shixiong, how about letting me come second this time? I feel like I can still fight ten more."

  Chu Xing and Lu Fan exchanged a glance, both of their eyes filled with helplessness.

  Lu Fan asked in a low voice: "Can one person fight many battles?"

  "Of course it's possible, otherwise what did you think our Yuan Institute was doing in the first place?"

  Lu Fan looked up at Han Feng and said: "Han Feng, you can play as many games as you want, just don't lose."

  Han Feng smiled complacently and shook his head, saying: "Are you kidding? I'll lose?"

  His voice was loud and clear, and all the students in the Qianyuan Institute could hear it clearly.

  Across from them, Junzi Sword and Bai were among those whose faces had turned red with rage.

  The Suspended Void Master couldn't help but speak coldly, "If you can't even surpass the person in front of you, then after the Academy's ranking battle, prepare to go to Mang Mountain."

  Immediately, Shi Wuqing, Bai Yi and others' faces turned pale.

  As elite students of Qianjun Institute, they were well aware of what Mangshan was.

  That is where the disciples of Qianyun Institute are punished, full of savage beasts and poisonous substances.

  It is said that the students who went to Mangshan were either dead or injured. Even if they were lucky enough to return, they would be covered in scars. Just mentioning the two words "Mangshan" could scare them into jumping up.

  As a student of Senrigan Academy who has lived a life of luxury and tranquility, none of them wanted to go to the desolate mountain.

  Originally prepared for the second game, Water No Qing, now doesn't even dare to stand up.

  Because he didn't have the confidence to defeat Han Xun, if he lost again, he really couldn't imagine what kind of punishment he would receive.

  Water is ruthless and looks at Yi Bai, in their opinion, only Yi Bai can calm down the situation at this moment.

  But Yi Bai himself was clear in his heart, even if he went up, it's unlikely that he would win.

  It was just a few months ago that he had a big fight with this one-yuan courtyard.

  At that time, he lost to a little boy named Lu Fan who was sitting below him.

  Now, although it's not Lu Fan who came up, I estimate their strength is about the same.

  Yi Bai hesitated, and just as he was about to make a move, the instructor above shouted loudly: "Qianren Institute, next student up!"

  Xuan Kong let out a cold hum, and Yi Bai hastily stood up.

  Without looking at the expression of the Suspended Master, Yi Bai also knew that if he didn't go to war again, it would probably not be just a matter of going to Mangshan.

  Quickly stepped onto the stage, Yi Bai's body was straight as a sword, his eyes fixed intently on Han Feng's face.

  At this moment, Yi Bai suddenly felt that he was not so tense after all, it's just a battle.

  The sword is drawn, and the aura rises.

  Yi Bai's eyes were like swords, piercing onto Han Feng's face.

  Han Feng smiled happily, but still didn't intend to take out the Bi Shui Chang Tian sword.

  "Qianjun Hall's Yi Bai versus Yuanquan Hall's Han Feng, the match begins."

  The instructor's voice had barely fallen when Yi Bai took action first.

  In an instant, four swords shot out at the same time, and Yi Bai directly used his strongest killing move from the very beginning.

  "Absolute Slaughter Sword Formation!"

  Sword light surged, the binding force enveloped Han Feng. Compared to the last time Yi Bai and Lu Fan fought, his killing move had made significant progress.

  No need to build momentum, no need to lay out a plan, just strike when you think it's time.

  The mighty sword light was even more powerful than last time.

  Yi Bai's eyes were filled with confidence, underestimating him would come at a cost.

  Boom!

  The sword light fell, cutting through the stone block, and countless broken stones were swept away, hitting many students of Qianren Academy.

  Smoke filled the sky, Yi Bai flipped over and fell to the ground, humming a soft tune.

  "It's just a yuan institute."

  He raised his head and cast his gaze forward. With this move, he was confident that he could defeat all the students in the inner court.

  But Yì Bái suddenly saw that the others in the yuan courtyard were completely still.

  Even the expression on his face didn't change in the slightest.

  Lu Fan, Chu Hang, and Chu Tian were still smiling, while Master Brother was meditating with his eyes closed. Qing Shifu and Dao Guang Shifu were chatting about something, not paying attention to the competition on stage at all.

  Yi Bai's face changed slightly, as if something was off.

  The next moment, a gentle breeze came from nowhere and swept away the smoke in front of me.

  Then, what appeared before everyone's eyes was Han Feng's calm and unruffled demeanor.

  Gently shaking off the dust on his body, Han Feng didn't say a word.

  His body was shrouded in a layer of aura, representing his cultivation in the outer aura realm.

  Knock, knock.

  A series of gulps echoed out.

  Yi's eyes were filled with fear, and his surroundings were precarious!

  This is not a difference of one level or two levels, but a difference of an entire realm. If he didn't have some extraordinary and heaven-defying means, he would absolutely have no chance of winning.

  Han Feng was no longer arrogant at this time, calmly looking at Yi Bai and saying: "Do you want to continue fighting?"

  Yi Bai felt his hands start to tremble slightly. All the students of Qianjun Institute never dared to scold Han Feng again.

  Strength is there, and the strong will not be insulted.

  Xuán Kōng Shī Zūn let out a sigh, it seemed that today their Qiān Rèn Yuàn was destined to be brutally slaughtered by Yī Yuàn.

  Xuan Kong Shizun turned around and asked a disciple beside him: "Yun An, are you confident of winning?"

  The student known as Yun An wore a pitch-black cloak, his head lowered, revealing only a pair of gleaming eyes.

  "It's okay, I guess. He has just stepped into the outer circle after all."

  Yun An's voice was slightly hoarse, sounding as if there was something stuck in his throat.

  On stage, Yi Bai's eyes flashed, and in the end, he rushed out.

  He can't give up like this!

  Yi Bai's palm suddenly condensed into a powerful long sword, and at this moment, he actually broke through.

  A sword flashed out, and the sound of air bursting forth was continuous.

  But in the next moment, Yi Bai flew out backwards, his chest clothes torn apart, a deep sword wound visible to the bone appeared.

  Han Feng's hand had unknowingly grasped the Bixue Longtian Sword at some point.

  Yi Bai flipped over and fell to the ground, gritting his teeth as he stared at Han Feng: "You said you didn't need a sword?"

  Han Feng looked at Yi Bai with disdain and said: "Who says I don't use it? Having a sword and not using it, am I stupid?"

  Yi Baiqi spat out another mouthful of blood and completely fainted.

  The instructor stepped forward and pulled Yì Bái down from the high platform, calmly announcing.

  "Yiyuan Hospital, Han Fengsheng."

  Xuan Kong Shizun's face was covered with frost, having lost two consecutive matches, and to make matters worse, both losses were at the hands of the same person. Qian Ren Yuan's reputation had been completely ruined.

  If all three games are lost, then Qianren Institute will inevitably become a laughing stock among the nine major branches.

  Xuan Kong Shizun said coldly: "Yun An, you go up."

  Yun An stood up, shook off his cloak and revealed a face covered in scars.

  In an instant, Yun An leaped out from the spectator stand and arrived directly at the dueling platform.

  Han Fen raised an eyebrow when he saw this person.

  "Yun An, it's you again!"

  Behind him, Chu Xing and Chu Tian also came with interest.

  Chu Xing whispered to Lu Fan, "Lu Fan Shidi, it's him. It's this Yun An, who defeated us last time."

  Lu Fan nodded slightly.

  Yun An clasped his hands behind his back and said, "Come on, let's exchange a few moves."

  Han Feng burst out laughing and said: "I'm not interested in this at all. Lu Fan, junior brother, you take care of this one."

  As he spoke, Han Feng swayed down with a figure-eight step.

  Lu Fan was slightly stunned and then looked at Master Han Feng, who winked and made eyes at him.

  Han Feng smiled and said: "Lu Fan junior brother, the key points are in your hands, the rest is up to you."