The black robe figure was extremely fast, flew over from the wall outside the Black Mountain Gang, and shot down on the confrontation ground like lightning.

What a fast speed!

This speed made everyone in the Dongjiang Gang who had practiced the Crossing River skills look shocked and very surprised.

"Zhou Han!!!"

After the black-robed figure looked up, Feng Zhen saw his appearance clearly, and his face twitched, and he growled, holding the giant hammer in both hands, and took a step forward.

The shame of being defeated by Zhou Han instantly surged into my heart.

He was an extremely arrogant person and was given absolute hope in the Feng family. Even Wu Laoer trained him as the heir of the Dongjiang Gang. From childhood to adulthood, he never encountered any opponents.

But a few months ago, he was defeated by Zhou Han.

At that time, Zhou Han was just a small deacon of the Black Mountain Gang, and was unknown. It was not until he defeated Feng Zhen that it caused a sensation in the entire Guihua City.

It can be said that Zhou Han’s name was stepping on his Feng Zhen’s head.

When I saw Zhou Han again, the anger in his bones made him feel murderous intent all over his body, staring at Zhou Han with his eyes, wishing he could rush over and beat him to death with a hammer.

"Don't move!"

Wu Lao Er stopped Feng Zhen and stared at Zhou Han in a black robe with a serious look.

He could feel that this kid's strength had improved greatly again, and he vaguely gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, and his heart was throbbing.

Sure enough, keeping him growing is a disaster.

"Gangmaster!"

Feng Zhen stared at Wu Laoer with wide eyes, but was pulled by an elder next to him. He shook his head at him, and could only pinch the double hammers and stare at Zhou Han angrily.

"Zhou Han from the Black Mountain Gang, he was not missing?!"

Seeing Zhou Han, the Dongjiang Gang and the thief gang couldn't help but take a step back, and their faces showed fear. Zhou Han's ruthless methods and strange poison skills impressed them too deeply. The fear in his heart emerged, and he subconsciously did not dare to face it directly.

Zhou Han... Yang Yue, the leader of the thief, narrowed his triangular eyes slightly.

He had heard of this person for a long time, and there were even rumors that Zhou Han was the number one master in blood refining, and only blood refining can be defeated. Now when he saw him, it was indeed true!

"Elder Zhou!"

"Elder!"

"Zhou Han!"

Unlike the fear and fear of the Dongjiang Gang, the disciples of the Heishan Gang looked over in surprise and excitement, with a look of joy on their faces, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Ding Chunqiu and Yang Tong, and Lei Kong had complicated expressions.

Cao Tong, the thief, ran away. When the gang was in danger, he did not expect that Zhou Han would rush back to save the scene.

This kind of mood is inexplicably complicated.

After all, when a normal person sees such a situation of dying, he will definitely seek benefits and avoid harm. It is normal to escape from here. Before Zhou Han went to the wilderness, he informed him of the great elder Ding Chunqiu, but Ding Chunqiu did not expect that Zhou Han would come back under such a situation.

"Great Elder, Elder Yang, Elder Lei, Elder Xu."

Zhou Han put down his black hood, turned around, nodded to the four elders, his eyes swept over the sparse disciples behind him, and sighed in his heart.

The only ones in the huge Black Mountain Gang are the loyal disciples, which is really miserable.

Deacon Xing Jun and Fu Yun were also standing behind. When they saw Zhou Han, they both showed surprise and were filled with energy. They were like a big stone falling to the ground, and the breath invisibly relaxed.

"Zhou Han, you shouldn't have come back."

The Great Elder stood up with the help of his disciples and sighed.

Zhou Han walked up to him and asked with a calm expression: "Great Elder, Gang Master, are you really missing?"

The elder's face changed for a moment before he slowly said: "After the news of the Duan family's evacuation came, I went to the place where Cao Tong was in seclusion to notify him, but found that he had disappeared and the people inside were empty."

When he said this, his face was hard to see, as if it was a shady pot.

Yang Tong, Lei Kong, Xu Lin and others next to them also looked angry.

Cao Tong must have received the news in advance. He knew that the situation was not good and he ran away in advance. He was so irresponsible that he really made several elders refining their skin so depressed that they would vomit blood.

"Now, let's get through this crisis first. Let's talk about the gang leader later."

Zhou Han had already known about this and there was no change in his face.

...

...

"Zhou Han!"

At this time, Wu Laoer walked forward and his eyes flashed, "You dare to come back. Don't you know that the Black Mountain Gang is about to be destroyed?"

"Just about to try the strength of Gang Master Wu." Turning around, Zhou Han pushed forward in a tough tone.

Black Mountain Fist broke through the fourth level and was promoted to the level of skin refining. With the practice of "Xuanyin Qi Refining Method", Zhou Han's accumulation reached an extremely terrifying level.

He also wanted to try whether his current strength could compete with the blood-refining warrior who was like a furnace of qi and blood.

"Zhou Han! I'll fight you!"

Suddenly, a burly body jumped out and jumped out, and a thud fell in front of Zhou Han.

It was Feng Zhen who held the double hammer.

His strength has been greatly improved compared to before. He reached the peak of the skin refining level and was only one step away from being able to be promoted to blood refining. His talent is indeed extremely terrifying!

Wu Laoer frowned slightly and didn't say anything. He wanted to see how strong Zhou Han was.

"If you lose the enemy under my command, you will give you time to catch up, and you will never be able to surpass me again. Feng Zhen, you are not my opponent, let your gang leader take action."

Zhou Han held his hands and his face was cold.

"furious!"

Feng Zhen was furious. Unexpectedly, Zhou Han looked down on him so despised him. He swelled up his muscles like an inflatable energy. His qi and blood were magnificent. He shouted softly, bent his legs and jumped into the air. His two hammers danced, and he pushed Mount Tai and hit Zhou Han.

Buzz —

The master at the peak of skin refining has broken through the air with the blessing of his natural divine power.

Bang!

The dull sound was like two huge iron blocks colliding together. Zhou Han didn't even move his footsteps, and reached out and gently pressed on the hammer.

The second style of Black Mountain Fist, the heavy mountain!

Special effects of magic power!

A light golden light appeared on the palm of his hand. Pang Hun's power and Feng Zhen collided with fierce attack, making a sound that shocked the eardrums. The bluestone on the ground made a crackling sound, and the stones under Zhou Han's feet were broken one after another, sinking a foot deep.

Dingdengdengdengdeng.

A stream of blood flowed into Feng Zhen's throat and almost vomited it out. He swallowed it forcibly. His body was shaken away and his footsteps retreated seven or eight steps away before offsetting the force.

A look of horror, resentment and resentment appeared on his face.

One move shocked him back!

Zhou Han didn't even take a step, so it was very obvious who was stronger or weaker.

"Mixed bone hammer!"

Feng Zhen was unwilling to accept it, and he killed him again. His body was like a gust of wind. He waved the hammer in his hand and used the exquisite hammer technique to transform into hammer phantoms.

When it came to Zhou Han's body, these phantoms suddenly gathered together to form a huge hammer shadow.

Flying birds explore the clouds.

Black evil!

Zhou Han's face looked slightly solemn, and he did not retreat but advanced.

Two figures passed by, and smoke filled the dust. After the smoke dissipated, Zhou Han and Feng Zhen's body facing away from each other was revealed, and everyone looked over in surprise.

Who's winning?

"Zhou Han, you..."

At this time, Feng Zhen spoke slowly.

Before everyone in the Dongjiang Gang was happy, his body suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, and a stream of black and red blood flowed out of his mouth, flowing under his body, the corners of his mouth trembled twice, and the breath disappeared.

Silent.

Everyone in the audience was stunned. With just one move, Feng Zhen died under Zhou Han's hands. This shock made everyone open their mouths but couldn't say it. Wu Laoer's face was gloomy, and the members of the Feng family rushed up to snatch Feng Zhen's body.

Zhou Han ignored these Feng family members.

Feng Zhen is really a respectable opponent. He is definitely a genius and has a great talent. In a short period of time, he not only recovered his injuries, but also broke through to the peak of skin refining.

Give him time, maybe he will break through blood refining soon.

"Brother Zhou is very strong, but unfortunately, he wants to destroy himself. I, Yang Yue, admire the young masters the most. As long as you leave now, I can make the decision and let you leave the Black Mountain Gang safely. How about it?"

Yang Yue, the leader of the thief gang, walked out, pinched his beard with a warm and kind heart on his face.

"You can't let him go, kill him to avenge the eldest son!"

When the Feng family heard this, they couldn't help but be frightened and shouted loudly.

Zhou Han shook his head and said, "Thank you, Gang Master Yang. I won't leave. It's probably because you left the Black Mountain Gang. You forgot that you are the invaders."

"It's a pity that since you're stubborn, you can only kill you."

Before he could finish his words, Yang Yue waved his palm, and in an instant, dozens of sharp dark green hidden weapons sneaked towards Zhou Han.

It looks very poisonous.
Chapter completed!