The white saint said, "Master, I..."

The beauty said, "Don't you listen to your teacher?"

The white saint hurriedly said, "No, Master, listen to me, he has a profound skill, and his disciple believes that he is not his opponent, and he is not as good as us..."

The beauty said coldly: "Can you fall in love with him?"

The white saint turned red slightly and said, "Master, it's not what you think, I..."

The beauty said, "Since you don't like him, then you should act quickly. Your master must also take action against him. If you and my master and disciple, you don't believe that you can't take down this little thief with the ability of you and me." After that, he shook his body and pounced on Han Feng again.

The saint of the white tribe knew that the master was angry at the moment and could not listen to anything. And she had always listened to the master's words, so she also unfolded her body and rushed towards Han Feng.

Han Feng believed that his ability was above these two women, but he himself knew that once these two women joined forces, it would be a big trouble for him. Therefore, after taking more than ten moves from the white saint master and disciple, he used the "Divine Walking Thousand Miles" footwork under his feet, and instantly pulled out between the two women, shook his hand, and the Huiyang Sword was already in his hand, and said, "His Highness, do you really want to continue fighting with me?"

When the saint of the white tribe saw him take out his weapon, he immediately knew that he was going to take action. He hesitated for a moment. The beauty had already taken out a golden weapon, but it was a short sword, and rushed towards Han Fengfei, shouting: "The baby surnamed Han, I heard that you are one of the top ten masters in the world. Today, I will destroy your majesty."

Seeing that she was coming fiercely, Han Feng did not dare to be careless, so he unfolded his sword technique and started fighting fiercely with her on the court.

The white saint had just stood for a moment. Han Feng and the beauty had fought dozens of moves. Although Han Feng did not do anything to the other party, in terms of momentum, Han Feng still had some reservations. He would not attack the other party until he had no choice. After all, this is the place of the white saint, and the other party is the master of the white saint. Once the other party is injured, it will inevitably affect the overall situation.

The beauty thought that even after she took out the dagger, she could still compete with Han Feng even if she could not defeat Han Feng. However, after these dozens of moves, she truly realized the terror of Han Feng.

At this time, the white saint's figure shook and had already penetrated between the two of them. Suddenly, a strange light flashed by, Han Feng hurriedly retreated without knowing what it was.

At the same time, the beauty also stepped aside, with a happier look on her face and said, "Good disciple, you finally took out this treasure. With this treasure, this kid would never lose today."

Han Feng looked closely and saw that the white saint was holding a blue jade sculpture in his hand. The sculpture was a person and a woman. I don’t know what it was made of, and it looked lifelike.

I only heard the white saint say, "Mr. Han, your competition starts from now on. If you lose to me, will you still do it according to our previous agreement?"

Han Feng was stunned and said, "His Majesty, even if I lose to you, we will still beat you one more game. If you say that you will do things according to the agreement, it is yours. Why did you let me do this instead? Besides, can you still need to compete in your competition? Do you think you can defeat me with the things in your hands?"

The white saint said, "Young Master Han, do you know the power of this palace?"

Han Feng shook his head and said, "I don't know."

The saint of the white tribe said: "This palace is a mysterious place for my white tribe. Anyone who enters this palace, even if he has great skills, cannot get out without obtaining the Dharma."

Han Feng smiled faintly and said, "Is that true?"

The white saint said, "Young Master Han, if you don't believe it, you can give it a try."

Han Feng said: "I'm just planning to do this."

After talking, he rushed in one direction together. The Huiyang Sword in his hand looked forward and saw that it was about to fall on the wall of the palace. Suddenly, a golden light came out of the palace. Han Feng could not continue flying forward, but flew backwards.

When the beauty saw it, she sneered: "The baby surnamed Han, let alone you, this palace cannot be broken even if it is your master. I advise you not to think about it."

Han Feng laughed loudly, and used 90% of his skills, and rushed out again. Another "bang" sound. Although Han Feng was prepared this time, he still couldn't break the wall. After a golden light flashed, he felt a powerful recoil.

Han Feng didn't believe in evil, and thrust several times in a row, one more and another more violently. When he arrived at the next few times, he thought that the power was too great, which made the entire palace sway, and the white saint and the beauty both changed their expressions.

After a while like this, the white saint said, "Young Master Han, your ability is indeed great, but if you continue like this, I dare say that even if this palace is destroyed by you, you will not be able to settle down."

Han Feng fell to the ground and said, "If I die, you will not be able to go there."

The beauty snorted and said, "Does the baby surnamed Han, do you think we will be afraid of death?"

Han Feng's face changed and he said, "Do you want to join my family?"

I could only hear the white saint saying, "Young Master Han, we didn't want to do this, but now we have to do this."

Han Feng thought for a moment, then gave up the idea of ​​breaking the palace and asked, "Tell me, what do you want?"

The white saint smiled and said, "Mr. Han, my request is very simple. You and I will compare once. If you lose, you have to fulfill your promise. If I lose to you, of course I will do the same."

Han Feng said: "Why should I believe you? I came here with you because I believed in you. Will I be fooled again?"

The white saint said, "Young Master Han, if you don't believe me, I have a way."

Han Feng asked, "What's the solution?"

The saint of the white tribe said, "I have a close-fitting thing here. I will hand it over to you now. If I refuse to pay the debt, you can take this thing and tell others what I am not. This thing is a holy thing of my white tribe. I believe that after you have it, I dare not refuse the debt."

Han Feng said: "I want to see what it is first."

The white saint said, "Yes." After saying that, the other hand shook slightly, and there was something else in his hand, but it was a purple treasure comb.

Han Feng was stunned and said, "Comb?"

The white saint said: "This treasure comb is not an ordinary thing. Its name is Ziyun Comb. Its power is amazing. Although it is not as powerful as this treasure in my right hand, it is also one of the most powerful treasures in the world."

Han Feng said: "Let me see its power."

The white saint smiled and said, "Young Master Han, don't you believe it?"

Han Feng said: "His Majesty, you are so cunning, I have to do this."

The white saint said, "That's right." But I don't know whether I admit that I was cunning or I think Han Feng wanted to see the power of Ziyun Comb.

She threw the purple cloud comb in her hand out. In an instant, the comb became several feet in size, and a strange light radiated around her body, and flew towards Han Feng in an instant.

Han Feng blocked the Huiyang Sword in his hand. With a "ding" sound, he did not hurt the Ziyun Comb, but just knocked it away. At the moment when the Huiyang Sword and the Ziyun Comb were connected, Han Feng also felt a strange force coming over. Although it did not have much impact on him, in his opinion, the power of this Ziyun Comb was indeed powerful. If it was another person, it might not be as easy as he did.

"Young Master Han, do you believe it now?" said the saint of the white tribe.

Han Feng nodded and said, "I believe it."

"Since you believe it, I will hand over the Ziyun Comb to you now. After you receive it, our agreement will be decided."

Han Feng's eyes rolled and he smiled and said, "Don't be busy for now, I have another condition."

The white saint said, "What conditions?"

Han Feng looked up and down at the white saint, and a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, and said, "His Majesty, if I win you, I will not only want you to fulfill your promise, but I will also want you...you..."

The white saint said, "What else do you want me?"

But the beauty shouted coldly: "Doll surnamed Han, you think that my disciple is the saint of the white race and will never marry anyone, you..."

At this time, the white saint seemed to understand what Han Feng meant, and turned red and said, "Young Master Han, you can't do this."

Han Feng originally wanted to tease their master and apprentice, but when he saw that they were serious, he pretended to be serious: "I don't care about this. If you don't agree, we don't need to compete in this competition. I don't believe you can stay in this palace for the rest of your life."

The white saint pondered for a moment and said, "Young Master Han, what if you lose?"

Han Feng said: "If I lose, I will not only fulfill my promise, but also be a cow and horse for you. If you tell me to go east, I will never dare to go west."

Suddenly, the beauty laughed loudly and said, "Doll surnamed Han, my disciple, you are the servant, I have taken it away... what are you looking at?"

It turned out that because she was too beautiful, she laughed, but Han Feng's eyes were a little straightened. Seeing Han Feng looking at him with strange eyes, thinking that he had been guarding himself for many years and had been a saint of the white race, but he just hugged him. For her, it was a very shameful and humiliating. Therefore, when he saw Han Feng's expression, he couldn't help but get angry.

Han Feng withdrew his slightly lustful look and said, "His Majesty, if you think you can, we will make up for it. If you think this is a disadvantage to you, I think we will end here."

The white saint knew that this matter was of great importance and did not dare to agree for a moment. Suddenly, the beauty sneered: "Disciple, promise him."

The white saint was stunned and said, "Master."

The beauty said, "I believe in your ability and I will definitely defeat him." She turned to Han Feng and said, "Let's bet on the baby surnamed Han, let's take a bet too. Do you dare?"

Han Feng smiled and said, "How to bet?"

The beauty said, "If you lose, I will be your master in the future. You can do whatever you ask you to do."

Han Feng said: "What if I win?"

The beauty said, "If you win, I will be your subordinate and let you send you."

Han Feng smiled and said, "You are so fierce, I dare not send you. Why not do this? Since you have reached this point, I won't pay attention to it anymore. If I win, from now on, you will be a maid next to me, Han Feng."

The white saint changed his expression after hearing this. The beauty thought she was extremely angry with Han Feng, and she wished that Han Feng would lose this game so that she could deal with it. She said, "Okay, I promised you."

"Master, you..."

The beauty raised her hand and said coldly: "Disciple, you need not say anything. Over the years, I have never been so humiliated today? If you don't let down the spirit of this little thief today, how can you have the attitude of seeing others in the future? Don't think about anything, just take out your true skills. If you are a teacher, you don't believe that he can really withstand your full blow."

After hearing this, the saint of the white race knew that it would be useless to say anything else. Anyway, things had evolved to this point, and she had no choice but to bet.

"Young Master Han, I will hand over this purple cloud comb to you now, you will take it." After saying that, the saint of the white tribe threw the purple cloud comb in his hand over.

Han Feng reached out and grabbed Ziyun Comb, took a look, and with a thought, he had already put the treasure into the Golden Floating Map.

"Young Master Han, are you sure? If you are ready, I will take action." said the saint of the white tribe.

Han Feng said: "His Majesty, don't be anxious..." and put away the Huiyang Sword.

The white saint was stunned and said, "Don't you plan to use weapons?"

Han Feng smiled and said, "I thought about it, but I still feel that I would use another treasure to deal with you. After all, the sword is a weapon, and if it hurts you, it will be bad." After saying that, he shook his hand and a ray of light flashed by, there was already something on his palm, which was the Duobao Tower.

The white saint looked at the Dubao Pagoda, but did not ask, but instead made a gesture of luck and concentration.

Suddenly, Han Feng laughed and said, "I almost forgot, Your Highness, I don't know what your name is yet?"

Seeing that he was still talking to him at this time, the saint of the white race said lightly: "If you beat me, I will naturally tell you."

"Okay, you can take action. I'm ready."

After Han Feng finished speaking, the Duobao Pagoda on his palm suddenly turned gently, and instantly emitted a dazzling light, which shone through the palace.

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