In the Mist Temple, accompanied by Han Fengxue's loud shout, a brief silence appeared in the space. No one spoke, and they all looked at the falling corpse. The ninth-level strong man was instantly killed by Han Fengxue of the eighth-level. Outside the Mist Temple, the crowd stood still, looking at the wild figure incredibly. Is the Mist Temple really a garbage item?

The sound of breaking through the air came one after another. In this space, people continued to appear one after another, at least they were strong people of the eighth level. Among them, there were many strong people of the ninth level, and their eyes were extremely coldly staring at Han Fengxue. The arrogant shouting of Han Fengxue was obviously already heard into their ears.

He glanced at the crowd that appeared, and a sneer appeared in Han Fengxue's eyes. Ninth level, so what if there are more.

Some of the ninth-level strong men stepped out at the same time, and their momentum was out of shape, all with a cold look. Looking at Han Fengxue's eyes, the murderous intent was unconcealed.

"Are you going to come one by one or together..." Han Fengxue's mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of contempt.

"Do you need to deal with a garbage?" At this moment, a voice sounded, and the space fluctuated. Not far from Han Fengxue, a handsome young man appeared, with the proud posture on his face clearly showing.

"Big Young Master!" Seeing the young man appear, all the strong men in the Paladin Hall bowed slightly and shouted respectfully.

"That person said that just now, but now he is already a corpse. Are the Temple of Mist, just people who can only speak big words?" The eldest master, he would not care at all. Han Fengxue pointed to the corpse not far away and showed a faint smile, but this kind of smile made people feel even more contempt. Especially the group of people in the Temple of Mist, they almost couldn't help but want to take action.

Ignoring the anger of the people in the Mist Temple, Han Fengxue's eyes turned to Huanxing, looking at her complicated eyes, and also approaching her, pulling her little hand. He knew that the young man in front of him was Huanxing's brother, but from Huanxing's eyes, Han Fengxue could not see any family affection. On the contrary, she had a hint of coldness.

The young man's eyes also fell on Huanxing's body. His body suddenly trembled. He opened his mouth and wanted to exclaim, but he suddenly stopped. There was a look of suspicion in his eyes. He looked at Huanxing carefully. The young man's eyes kept flashing. He was very familiar with this face.

Huanxing let out a long sigh, calmed down the tension and fluctuations in his heart, and his beautiful face also relaxed slightly, breaking away from Han Fengxue's hand slightly, but Han Fengxue smiled. He understood that Huanxing had passed the level in his heart.

"Why, brother doesn't even recognize me?" Huanxing's eyes completely returned to normal. Even Han Fengxue couldn't see what he was thinking, without any emotional fluctuations. When the young man heard Huanxing's words, his body trembled violently, "Brother?" The person who called him his eldest brother, and he was a woman, seemed to be only one, but it did not include Huanxing. Although the two looked a little similar, he was sure that the other party was definitely not that person. At this moment, as if he had thought of something, the young man's face suddenly changed, and a figure slowly appeared in his mind. He looked at Huanxing and said in shock: "You..., you are Huanxing!"

Huanxing smiled slightly: "So brother still remembers it."

When they heard the conversation between the two, the crowd around them were stunned. They also thought of one person. Many years ago, a rare waste of people appeared in the Temple of Mist Temple, and the five elements were missing. That person was the daughter of the Temple of Mist Temple. She was the beautiful girl in front of her. The comedy scene surprised everyone. Looking at Han Fengxue and Huanxing weirdly, it seemed that Han Fengxue was intentionally coming to trouble the Temple of Mist Temple. Moreover, it was for this beautiful woman who had suffered many humiliations in the Temple of Mist Temple that year, the temple princess who should have been above him.

"I didn't expect it to be you, a useless man, the shame of the Temple of Mist!" After being surprised, the young man's expression also recovered, looking at Fantasy Star coldly, without any sibling relationship. Fantasy Star is just a synonym for the Temple of Mist. Even if Fantasy Star does not leave by itself, they will leave Fantasy Star*.

"Wild man? Is it a shame for the Temple of Mist?" Han Fengxue smiled coldly and walked slowly towards the other party: "Today I want everyone to see who is a waste man and who is a shame for the Temple of Mist."

When the young man saw Han Fengxue walking over, his eyes were also a little solemn. He could kill a powerful man of the ninth level. Han Fengxue's strength should not be underestimated. The power of the element is not hidden at all, and he was raging in this space madly, with the fog surging, covering his entire body.

"I want to influence my spirit!" Han Fengxue sneered. He had experienced a lot of powerful illusion, and he also understood the spiritual abilities very thoroughly. It was not that simple for the other party to influence him with the ability of fog.

Just as the young man wanted to do something, the light flashed, and Han Fengxue's flashing skill was instantly activated, while the young man's body stagnated violently and could no longer move. The elements slowly dissipated. Under everyone's horrified eyes, Han Fengxue's right hand was pinching the young man's neck.

The crowd's figures flashed at the same time, and the elements were released frantically. Han Fengxue saw the crowd's movements and raised her right hand high. The young man was suspended in the air, and his face turned red.

Seeing the crowd's movements stop, Han Fengxue retracted her hand again and looked at the young man with a sneer: "To be honest, you are really useless." Ignoring the other party's eyes that were red due to shame and anger, Han Fengxue took him slowly towards the Huanxing.

"Peng!" The ground trembled suddenly. In front of Han Fengxue's standing, stone chips flew in front of Huan Xing. The young man's knees bent and knelt in front of Huan Xing, and let out a muffled groan. Han Fengxue wanted to make him kneel down, but he naturally refused. He wanted to struggle with him, so he could not help but break a few knee bones. His face was a bit terrible. The eldest master of the Mist Temple actually knelt down to someone today and knelt down at the waste in his eyes. The crowd was staring at everything in front of him. Madman, Han Fengxue was a madman. A voice sounded in their hearts at the same time. Dare to do this, what is Han Fengxue not a madman? Now he and the Martial God Temple have really formed a deep hatred. What they don't know is that the hatred between Han Fengxue and the Martial God Temple cannot be reconciled at the moment when the son of the Second Palace Master died.

"Now, do you know who is the shame of the Temple of Mist!" Han Fengxue's cold voice sounded again. The other party said that the Fantasy Star was a waste, so he asked the other party to see what the waste was. The other party said that the Fantasy Star was a shame of the Temple of Mist, so he also made the other party the real shame of the Temple of Mist, a shame that could not be washed away.

The young man's face was pale and there was no trace of blood color. His eyes were extremely red, and he showed a bloodthirsty light, but no one cared about it. In the eyes of everyone, only Han Fengxue's figure and Han Fengxue's sound floating in the air were left. This revenge came so fast. For some reason, when the crowd outside saw this scene, they felt very happy. They wouldn't yearn for revenge like Han Fengxue. No matter who you are, you dare to insult me ​​or my woman. If you beat me up, you must be very happy.

"Boom!" Another light sound came out, and the air whistled by. The young man's body was thrown out like garbage by Han Fengxue, and he said, "This kind of garbage that can only speak big words will dirty my hands if it is killed." As he said that, he deliberately clapped his hands.

A sound of landing came out, and the hearts of the powerful men in the surrounding Temple of Mist Temple were trembling. They thought to themselves that something was wrong. They actually forgot to catch the eldest master because of their excessive shock.

"Mist Temple, is there any other product that can be used to show off?" Han Fengxue's voice seemed a little impatient. It was really boring. It turned out that invincible was also a kind of sadness. She still liked the feeling of fighting against the tenth-level strongman. Maybe she could understand some space skills. Han Fengxue was proudly in her heart.

Very angry, but very powerless. This is what these people in the Mist Temple feel at this moment. In the entire huge Mist Temple, except for the Hall Master and the missing Second Hall Master, there is probably no one who is Han Fengxue's opponent. The Lord of the Palace Master has been shut down and is concentrating on his cultivation. He never thought that such a thing would happen. Even no one knows where the Lord of the Palace Master is.

Since no one can splice the strength of a single person, he is better than Han Fengxue, there is only one way. Let's go together. The number of strong people gathering here is still increasing. The entire Mist Temple finally started to shake, and the ninth-level strong people are also increasing. The elemental power is roaring wildly in this space, but Han Fengxue is too lazy to pay attention to them. She is also confused in her heart why the Lord of the Mist Temple has not appeared yet. A phoenix sounds sound, and the figure of the divine beast Phoenix appears in everyone's sight, the divine beast, the ninth-level divine beast.

Han Fengxue and Huanxing stepped directly on the back of the little phoenix and passed by a stream of light. The little phoenix carried the two in a certain direction. There was a tallest building in the Temple of Mist, and a faint majesty aura emanated from it. Han Fengxue could feel that there was the central temple of the Temple of Mist, and the place where the Lord of the Temple of Mist was staying.

The crowd looked at the disappearing stream of light and woke up after a while. All the powerful men from the Mist Temple were heading towards Han Fengxue, leaving only a pair of wooden eyes outside.

After a while, the highest temple appeared in front of him. In front of the hall, there was a huge square, and the little phoenix's figure went straight down. Seeing the crowd gathering here in the distance, Han Fengxue came to the square alone, while Huanxing continued to stay on the back of the little phoenix!

PS: The day after tomorrow, it will explode!
Chapter completed!