Heaven-defying Skills

The middle-aged man in colorful clothes raised his hand, and everyone in the Han family felt their bodies lighten, and the aura that oppressed them had disappeared. ♦♦  ☞♦

"You are worthy of the name of a genius. To be able to not retreat even half a step under the pressure of the five of them, you should at least have the cultivation level of a four-star skill king. If you can reach such a level of cultivation at such a young age, your future prospects will be limitless. I came here today to ask for something from you. I am very interested in the technique you practice. Please hand it over." The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes looked at Han Jianfeng and said in a commanding tone.

Sure enough, I am really afraid of whatever comes next. Han Jianfeng thought in his mind. Although the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes looked indifferent, Han Jianfeng felt that the eyes he was looking at were extremely sharp, as if he wanted to see through him. He could clearly feel that the opponent was far stronger than him. But Han Jianfeng did not show any fear, and said without being humble or arrogant: "Senior's cultivation is far stronger than Han's, and the skills he practices are naturally very high-level. Why do you want Han's skills? Aren't seniors afraid of being attacked? Are others ridiculed?"

"You don't have to beat around the bush for me. Or do you think I don't know your secret? You're not just a fire technician." The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes made an earth-shattering statement.

Everyone in the Han family looked puzzled when they heard what the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes said. It was obvious that they didn't know anything about it. The thirty-two-year-old five-star skill king is already astonishing enough. If you add in the dual skills, I am afraid that he will be considered a genius among geniuses in the entire empire.

Han Jianfeng secretly thought, "Oh no, it seems there is no way to escape today."

"As for being ridiculed by others, this is simply a joke. You are also a strong man at the level of a king of skills. Don't you understand that in this world where the strong are respected, strength means everything, and only the strong have the right to speak. You still put it Show your skills, otherwise no matter how talented you are, you won't have a chance to grow." The middle-aged voice in Chinese clothes came to mind again.

"If I say that my skills are not suitable for seniors, seniors probably won't believe it." Han Jianfeng said.

"If I don't see it with my own eyes, I won't feel at ease." The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes replied!

"I understand, and I also know that I am no match for senior. I just hope that senior can let the others go. They don't know anything." The reason why Han Jianfeng was so polite to him was not because he was afraid. Even if he was bound to die, it didn't matter. In order to protect his people, he had to bow his head.

"Why are you bothering? As long as you hand over your skills, I promise not to hurt anyone. I don't want to see a genius fall like this." The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes advised.

"Jianfeng, just leave it to him," Han Tianjun also advised. Of course he understood the consequences of Han Jianfeng not handing over his skills. Others also spoke out to persuade.

Han Jianfeng shook his head and said: "Father, I have my own reasons. The child is unfilial and can no longer serve you."

Hearing Han Jianfeng's words, Han Tianjun's face was twisted in pain. Could it be that the son of the most talented person in the clan was going to die in front of him today. Holding Han Jianfeng's shoulders tightly with both hands, "Is there really no other way?" Han Tianjun still held on to a glimmer of hope.

Shaking his head, Han Jianfeng looked at his father with determined eyes.

Han Tianjun let go of his hands on Han Jianfeng's body. His hands were a little stiff due to excessive exertion. He sighed so hard that blood almost oozed from his face. If he had a choice, Han Tianjun would rather replace his son than go through the pain of a white-haired person giving away a black-haired person.

Everyone in the Han family was extremely angry, but there was nothing they could do. They could only pray for a miracle to happen.

Han Jianfeng walked beside Murong Qing and his son, looking lovingly at his wife who had spent more than ten years with him. At this moment, Murong Qing's face was covered with tears, and she looked at her husband with the same affection. She did not say anything to persuade her. Only he knew the secrets in her husband's heart, and everything was kept secret. The meeting, getting to know each other, falling in love, and every detail of so many years between the two are replayed in their minds. It seems like a long time has passed since they looked at each other for thousands of years. They both smiled, and their smile was so gentle, gentle in despair.

Turning his gaze to Han Fengxue, Han Jianfeng said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Fengxue, my father has been hiding something from you. You are not a waste, but a genius, a real genius. This, You will understand in the future. When I am not around, you must learn to be strong and take good care of your mother.

Listening to her father's last words, Han Fengxue was filled with despair. Was her father, who had loved her since childhood, about to leave her? His little hands tightened, and his heart was bleeding. How much he longs for powerful power now, he has never longed for it like now. He hopes that he can bear it with his father, instead of being so powerless. Become stronger, become stronger, I must become stronger, and I will never let what happened today happen to me again.

"Are you done with this longing?" the man with a cold face said impatiently.

Han Jianfeng turned around and didn't look at him directly. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes and said, "Senior, it's not that I don't want to hand over the technique, it's just that I can't. Please forgive me, senior. I die. Finally, I hope that senior will not embarrass my people. Han Jianfeng already has a death wish in his heart."

"Don't worry, I can agree to this," the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes replied. It's not that he hasn't thought about threatening Han Jianfeng with Han Jianfeng's tribe, but it's just that it would be shameful to ask a junior in his capacity. It would be too shameless to threaten Han Jianfeng's tribe again. . Although this is a world where the strong is respected and no one dares to say anything about him, the strong have the dignity of the strong and the bottom line for how to behave. In addition, Han Jianfeng would rather die than hand over his skills, which made him vaguely believe that Han Jianfeng really had his own reasons.

Having received the guarantee, Han Jianfeng also breathed a sigh of relief. The worst thing didn't happen after all.

"Go out and fight," Han Jianfeng said, and rushed out quickly.

"Follow," the middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes said lightly, and the six people chased after him at a speed no less than Han Jianfeng.

Seeing Han Jianfeng disappear in front of her eyes, Murong Qing also ran out, even though she was only a two-star technician and couldn't keep up with the speed.

"Mother, I want to go too," Han Fengxue shouted!

Turning around and seeing Han Fengxue's blood-red eyes begging, Murong Qing's heart softened, and she turned around and picked up Han Fengxue and rushed out again.

At this time, the Han family compound was silent, and a mouthful of blood finally couldn't help but spurt out of Han Tianjun's mouth. But Han Tianjun's eyes were still fixed on the figure that had disappeared outside the door.

Relying on the familiarity of Han Jianfeng's aura, Murong Qing and her son finally arrived at the battle site.

In the western suburbs of Fengcheng, six people were fighting. Not far away, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes was watching the battlefield calmly. It was Han Jianfeng who was fighting with the five people led by the middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes. The five people surrounded Han Jianfeng in the middle and spun quickly. Various skills frequently attacked Han Jianfeng. Han Fengxue and his mother could not even see the figures of the six people.

Suddenly, the six figures stopped moving. The five people surrounding Han Jianfeng were trying their best to condense various elements. Han Jianfeng, who was surrounded in the center, smiled faintly. Are we going to fight a decisive battle? Come on, raise your hands at the same time, and the strong fire element and gold element will condense in your hands respectively.

With a loud shout, all five people quickly ran towards Han Jianfeng, and all the skills condensed in their hands were smashed at Han Jianfeng. Turning the clouds and rain, a loud shout sounded, and the five people only felt that the ground on the ground rolled up and rolled towards them, with Han Jianfeng as the center, forming a closed earth wall, and the situation inside could not be seen from the outside.

"Three-element technician," the middle-aged man in fancy clothes said in a lost voice. This time he was really shocked. He got the news that Han Jianfeng was only a dual-element technician. At the beginning, Han Jianfeng only used fire and gold skills, and now, he used earth skills.

Meteor shower, diamond shield, another voice sounded.

The earth wall broke, and five figures flew out from it. They fell heavily to the ground.

Han Jianfeng gasped for air. Although he blocked the attack with the diamond shield, five king-level close-range skills were not so easy to bear. He had no strength to fight again.

Murong Qing and Han Fengxue hurried over to support the shaky Han Jianfeng.

"I still underestimated you. Even though I have seen a few geniuses who practiced dual elements quickly, I have never seen someone like you who practiced three elements at the same time and had such a cultivation level in his thirties. You are the most talented person I have ever seen." The voice of the middle-aged man in fancy clothes sounded, and his voice finally fluctuated a little.

As long as you are given time, you will surpass me sooner or later, so you have to die today. As he spoke, a sound of breaking through the air sounded, and Murong Qing and her son could not even see what it was. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Han Jianfeng's body fell softly. But he still looked at Murong Qing and her son, with a faint smile in his eyes.