Chapter 67: Strong Enemy

Just as Chen Fan and Chu Qianning were indulging in the slightest sensation in the true love, a flash of light suddenly flashed in the void, a jade slip slowly fell down, and then floated in front of Chen Fan.

He reached out and grabbed the jade slip in his hand, and a slightly old word was passed into Chen Fan's consciousness of the sea of ​​consciousness, "I, Huang Qitian, please come to my Huang family to talk to you..."

After telling Chu Qianning the message conveyed by the jade slip, he saw her smile and said, "If Qianning guessed correctly, the ancestor of the Huang family must have invited the younger generation of heroes from major forces who have come to Jinghong City recently. After all, the Huang family is the landlord of Jinghong City. This banquet for you should be for the upcoming Qianlong Battle Platform Battle."

Chu Qianning was born with intelligence, and his pair of eyes as bright as the starry sky were filled with wise glory. After a little thought, he expressed the purpose of the ancestor one by one.

Chen Fan nodded faintly when he heard this. If he had let him practice and fight, he might be very good at it and was willing to do it. However, if he had to guess these unpredictable human hearts, he was not very willing.

During those years of walking in the world, Chen Fan practiced the Nine Turns of Heart Refining Arts, and the various aspects of the world were too tiring.

"Brother Chen Fan, will this invitation from the ancestor of the Huang family go or not?" Looking up at Chen Fan, Chu Qianning smiled slightly.

He grabbed Chu Qianning's little hand, Chen Fan laughed very little and said, "Go! Of course! Why not go? I also want to see what those so-called young masters are like." While speaking, the two walked out of the villa hand in hand.

At this time, in the glorious palace hall of the Huang family, several women from major families and major forces were all beautiful and colorful, and they could be said to be peerless beauties in the Southern Wilderness. Looking at the beauties who walked past one by one, the young monks who came to Jinghong City from all over the place, their hearts were a little throbbing.

When everyone sat down one by one, Huang Qitian, the ancestor of the Huang family, as the host, and his identity, naturally sat in the first place. Next to him, a young woman wearing a veil and a white plain skirt was sitting.

"Qingcheng, you said, will Chen Fan come when he received my jade slip?" Huang Qitian stroked his white beard and slowly said to the woman in white beside him.

Everyone here was slightly stunned when they heard the name Chen Fan. Obviously, everyone present had a simple identity. They naturally knew about the incident that happened at Qianlong Battle Platform last night.

Some people smiled at the corners of their mouths, and some frowned slightly. Most of the girls in their youth looked at the ancestor of the Huang family and the woman in white, wanting to listen to more information about Chen Fan.

These men and women all showed different expressions during this short moment.

"He has good cultivation, strong magical powers, and a little arrogant. However, as long as he is not the kind of self-righteous young man, he must come." The woman named Conceited said slowly, her voice was very pleasant, and her enchanting figure immediately made the young monks who looked at her look a little hot. They all thought to uncover the veil and see the beauty's appearance.

At this time, Chen Fan held Chu Qianning's hand and had already arrived at the Huang family. The Huang family mansion covers a very wide area and the layout is also very particular. The palaces are connected and the garden styles are very different, which makes people feel very surprised.

The fountain fell, and under the ancient stone arch bridge, the water flowed past, golden scales wandered in the water, and strange stones were piled up on both sides of the path, and strange flowers and plants were seen everywhere, making the entire mansion full of spiritual energy.

Following the servant who led the way, Chen Fan walked into the most glorious palace hall. The floor in the hall was covered with thick golden silk blankets, and many guests had a table for each of them. Everyone sat cross-legged. On the first place, an old man in a purple robe and a woman with a veil all turned his eyes to Chen Fan.

Walking into it casually, Chen Fan pulled Chu Qianning to find an empty seat and sat down. Facing such a formation, Chen Fan looked as usual, and Chu Qianning's background was not simple, and he didn't have any special feeling.

Chen Fan's move was beyond everyone's expectations. He did not say hello to anyone, and as soon as he came in, he sat down swayingly, as if he did not take the Huang family ancestor and everyone present seriously at all.

"Young people are so arrogant." The ancestor of the Huang family smiled slightly without caring, and stroked his hair and beard.

Suddenly sitting there, Chen Fan did not speak, and his indifferent eyes swept everyone present. Except for the ancestor of the Huang family and the woman in white with a veil, the rest of the people's cultivation was unobstructed. Some young monks were all in the late stage of the soul pill that Nangong Wushuang had.

Some disciples of the Huang family couldn't stand it and wanted to step forward and teach Chen Fan a lesson, but were stopped by the Huang family ancestor with his eyes.

"Are you Chen Fan?" A young man in purple looked at Chen Fan coldly and said, "Don't think he had defeated Nangong Wushuang, but he thought he was unmatched. It was a pity that I, Feng Long, had not left in the battle yesterday."

Feeling the hostility of this person, Chen Fan smiled indifferently and said, "There will be a chance."

"Arrogant!" Seeing that Chen Fan did not take him in his eyes, Feng Long felt angry and took out a big knife from the storage bag and slashed directly at Chen Fan.

With his expression as usual, Chen Fan shouted coldly: "Get out!" He stretched out his right hand, used his fingers as a sword, and directly greeted Feng Long's sword. The ink-colored sharp aura appeared on his fingertips, and it collided with the big sword in an instant.

The sound of shattering suddenly spread, and the long sword in Feng Long's hand shattered inch by inch, and in the end there was only one hilt left in his hand. In his opinion, the other party's cultivation level was the same as that of Nangong Wushuang in the late stage of the Soul Pill.

With one finger, Chen Fan kept moving his hands, and his right hand formed a fist, causing a tsunami to pound Feng Long's chest.

Feng Long's expression changed drastically. Chen Fan's attack was too fast. Without time to react, he could only stretch out his right palm and hit Chen Fan's fist.

After a loud loud noise, Feng Long's face changed slightly and his expression changed again and again.

Chen Fan's eyes were like lightning, and a red thunder flashed in his eyes. He suddenly stood up and kicked Feng Long with his legs. Suddenly, the storm rose again. Under the strong wind, some doors and windows in the hall collapsed one after another!

Everyone present changed their faces. Chen Fan's physical strength was really too terrifying. There were almost very few such strength among the younger generation!

boom!

With Feng Long Soul Pill's cultivation level in the late stage, under the impact of Chen Fan's leg, he stepped back for more than ten steps. The ground under his feet cracked, revealing hideous cracks. His face looked a little flushed, a trace of blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth, and his internal organs were injured.

"But Er." Chen Fan smiled coldly, then continued to sit down. He had already seen that the reason why the other party invited him to come seemed to be trying to touch his strength.

Chu Qianning, who was sitting next to Chen Fan, said nothing from beginning to end, and poured Chen Fan a glass of wine with a normal expression.

Hearing Chen Fan's sarcasm, Feng Long was extremely angry and his eyes were flickering, burning like a fiery fire. He saw him roaring and then rushed towards Chen Fan again!

His expression was as normal, and he didn't even look at Feng Long with a cold look. Chen Fan directly punched him in an ordinary way.

Bang!

The hall trembled violently again. Feng Long's figure kept retreating under Chen Fan's full punch. Although the other party only punched, he felt as if countless punches were constantly attacking him.

This time, he stepped back nearly twenty steps, and saw a sound of gaba from his arms, which was obviously broken, and his body seemed to have lost support and fell softly to the ground.

Everyone present was a cultivator with great cultivation. With their eyesight, it was naturally obvious that the bones of Feng Long's body would be broken by Chen Fan, and his cultivation level for the rest of his life could be said to have been completely destroyed.

In the late stage of the Soul Pill, he was beaten to a disabled person by Chen Fan's heavy blow. Such a record made many young monks feel a little scared. At this time, they could be completely convinced that Chen Fan could definitely be regarded as one of the strongest young monks in this vast southern wilderness!

The woman in white with a veil looked at the scene in front of her and couldn't help but frown. She looked at the ancestor of the Huang family with her face, but the old man stroked his white beard and shook his head as usual, and said, "Let the young man solve the problem of young people by himself."

The many young monks present were elite disciples of major forces. Everyone was silently watching all this, and no one expressed his opinion.

Just as the hall was in silence, a man in black strides out. The man's face is as sharp as a knife, his eyes are as bright as stars in the sky, and his unique temperament makes him look unique.

As soon as this person came out, everyone present couldn't help but take a breath, and someone even exclaimed: "Dunmufeng, a young master from the Northern Wilderness?"

"It turned out to be him? He actually came!"

"It is said that he is the leader of the younger generation of the Northern Wilderness. This battle for the Dragon List is also very strong."

Everyone was talking, looking at Duanmu Feng's figure, full of surprise.

It can be said that Duanmu Feng is very famous in the Northern Wilderness area. Among his peers, it is almost impossible to meet an opponent. In the Northern Wilderness, the trend of cultivation is very strong. The so-called strong people are stepping on the glory of countless people and walking step by step.

Among the young monks in the Northern Wilderness area, almost no one knows how strong his true strength is. In the fight with his peers, he has never been defeated. When he faces an enemy, he often decides the victory in just a few moves!

Except for some very few people who know about it, many people did not expect that he would come to Jinghong City.

Duanmu Feng walked out slowly, his expression calm, but every step he took could give people a feeling of depression. Although he did not deliberately burst out with any powerful force, he obviously already had his own "power"!

A strong man with "power" is at least a cultivator at the late stage of the Soul Pill!

"Is Chen Fan? I've heard of you." Duanmu Feng's tone was very plain when he walked to Chen Fan quietly.

After a casual look at the person in front of him, Chen Fan said indifferently: "You and I don't know each other." The calm artistic conception and indifferent tone made Chen Fan and Duanmu Feng look a little similar.

The two of them suddenly looked at each other, and an invisible aura emanated from their bodies, suddenly rushing together, forming a huge aura, and the aftermath of the aura swept across, lifting up some tables around them, and the wine and food were spread all over the floor.

At this moment, Chen Fan's eyes were a little cautious. He felt a pressure from Duanmu Feng in front of him. This was a powerful opponent, and even made him have no confidence that he could say he would win.

Suddenly, Duanmu Feng took the first move, and saw him punching calmly, his movements were extremely slow. However, the moment he swung his fist, the huge pressure suddenly turned into a sharp blade, which even made the onlookers feel the pain of the sea of ​​consciousness as if it was scraped by a knife.

Then a golden light appeared on his fist. It was obvious that Duanmufeng was a monk who practiced the power of metal sexual behavior.

With a cautious look at the punch that was coming, Chen Fan's eyes were very solemn. He stretched his right hand forward, and then, the magical power of the Great Hand Seal of the Sky was constantly condensed by him in his hand, and the ink-colored light almost condensed to the extreme!

With a palm, this handprint can be said to be Chen Fan's full-strength attack. Facing Duanmu Feng, who made him feel the oppression, Chen Fan had to do his best to fight!

boom!

The earth trembled violently, and everyone watching the battle retreated one after another. A huge gap was cracked on the ground and spreading around with the battle circle of the two people as the center. The golden waves swept around like huge waves!

With one blow, Chen Fan and Duanmu Feng suddenly rose into the air, turning into two long rainbows to break through the top of the palace, heading towards the sky. The long rainbows they transformed were intertwined, like two lights of destruction. Everything where they passed, all tangible and tangible things were destroyed and shattered!

The two fought in the air for a quarter of an hour, and finally the figure shot back from the edge of the sky. After another violent collision, the two of them retreated, their eyes facing each other, with high fighting spirit!

At this moment, Chen Fan felt that his belligerent blood was almost boiling. It can be said that Duanmu Feng was the strongest person he had seen so far!

Although the other party's physical body is not as strong as himself, he has endless magical powers and often he almost loses in his hands!
Chapter completed!