"Come in"
Cao Yi, who was sitting behind the dining table, said casually.
"It's so annoying that I won't let anyone eat."
Xiao Tian muttered, looking unhappy.
When it is about to enjoy the food, it hates being disturbed the most.
With a creak, two doors made of unknown materials were gently pushed open, and three people with Douhuang cultivation walked in with their heads slightly lowered.
The leader was Han Feng, who had just met Cao Yi.
"What's up?"
Cao Yi asked without any fluctuation in his heart.
"I didn't recognize Senior Dou Sheng just now. If I offended, please forgive me, Senior Dou Sheng."
Han Feng and the three people said in unison, obviously they had discussed it in advance.
Cao Yi hummed in response.
Seeing that Cao Yi didn't want to see them, the three of them didn't dare to talk nonsense, so they all said together: "I'll go ahead and wait to leave."
They walked out of the room together.
It was getting late and the light in the room was not very good.
Cao Yi activated the cold fire of bone spirit in his body and lit the candle on the table.
The candlelight instantly illuminated the entire room.
Han Feng, who had just retreated to the door and was about to close the door, blurted out: "Bone Spirit Cold Fire!"
Cao Yi raised his eyelids and asked lightly: "Is there any problem?"
Although there was a voice in his head reminding Han Feng to leave as soon as possible.
But curiosity still drove him to say: "I heard that Bone Spirit Lenghuo is owned by Master Yao."
"It belongs to him. Pindao met him in the Jiama Empire not long ago and helped him recover his cultivation. In gratitude, he gave part of the origin of Bone Spirit Lenghuo to Pindao."
Cao Yi said casually.
Han Feng felt like he was struck by lightning.
The master's cultivation has recovered, so he is almost finished.
"Taoist Priest, haven't you refined the Bone Spirit Lenghuo yet? I thought you had long since melted it into the Holy Power of the Sun or the Qi of the Red Emperor Fire Emperor."
Xiaotian suddenly spoke more.
Han Feng was shocked.
The exercises practiced by Senior Dou Sheng require the integration of different fires.
"It's not the original one. It was evolved by Pindao using the holy power of the sun. During this period, Pindao has been studying the bone spirit cold fire. Pindao is very curious about this fire that alternates between cold and hot."
Cao Yi explained.
Xiaotian let out a cry.
Cao Yi looked at Han Feng again and frowned, "Do you have anything else?"
Han Feng has something else to say. The two fighting emperors who came with him closed the door and dragged him away.
Not long after, people from the hotel delivered meals.
Although this world is covered in Western fantasy, the food is no different from that of China.
Xiaotian, who was used to Chinese food, had a great time.
…
Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to the city lord's mansion.
Han Feng sat on the huanghuali wood Taishi chair, dazed.
He didn't know how he came back.
After leaving the hotel and saying goodbye to his two Dou Huang friends, he felt a strong sense of panic that left him at a loss.
This feeling has actually always enveloped him. It's just never been as intense as it is today.
"Good boy, from now on, I will be your master."
In the dark, a gentle voice seemed to be speaking.
Suddenly, he was pulled into long-lasting memories.
He is an orphan, wandering around with no tomorrow. One day I met a man. The man fed him, clothed him, and taught him how to read and write. Teach him the principles of life.
The suffering in the past made him afraid of losing, so he tried his best to please the man.
The man was very happy and more and more were given to him.
Ten years later, he became the Young Pavilion Master admired by thousands of people, a genius in the alchemy world, a guest of honor in various countries, countless beautiful princesses, and amazingly talented female cultivators who admired him.
Men grow older day by day.
But the light still enveloped him.
He had heard people say many times that if it weren't for this man, he would be nothing.
He was not convinced. He had put in a lot of effort to get to where he is today, so why couldn't he be recognized.
He began to crazily study alchemy knowledge and constantly challenged the higher-temperature flames, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not catch up with the man.
Gradually, his gratitude to the man turned into jealousy and disgust, and he hoped that the man would die soon.
One day, he accidentally learned that a man had obtained a heaven-level skill called "Burning Jue", which could reach the highest state.
He found the man and politely expressed his desire to learn.
The man rejected him, saying that it would be dangerous to learn rashly, and that he would teach him after he figured it out.
Is it dangerous, or are you afraid that I will surpass you?
He sneered inwardly.
After that, he requested many times.
The man got annoyed and scolded him.
In anger, he started fighting with the man.
The man was so angry that he kicked him out.
Another day, he met a person from the Soul Palace who had crossed paths with him.
He was cruel and told the story about the man getting the "Burning Jue".
The people in the Soul Palace who were already interested in men's souls were tempted and entangled a group of fighting masters.
Let him meet men.
The man arrived as expected and was under siege.
The moment the man fell, there was disappointment and pain in his eyes.
It made him feel inexplicable pain.
Later, it was discovered that the man's soul had escaped.
The little conscience he had left was easier to bear.
But it was more fear.
Afraid that the man will come back to him one day.
He desperately sent people to search for him, but there was no news.
"Maybe he's dead"
He often thought so.
Suddenly one day, a person suspected of being a fighting saint appeared and told him that the man had been saved.
He was overwhelmed with fear.
He returned to the city lord's mansion in a daze.
"No, City Lord, your teacher is here."
A panicked voice appeared in his ear.
He opened his eyes.
The man was standing outside the door, looking at him indifferently with a pair of cloudy eyes.
"teacher"
Han Feng blurted out.
"brute"
The man clapped his hands.
Han Feng felt unprecedented pain, and his body seemed to be turned into pieces.
"ah"
A heart-wrenching scream.
Han Feng opened his eyes again.
Nothing happened and there was no teacher outside the door.
Just my back is wet.
"No, I can't just sit back and wait for death. I will give the strange fire to that fighting saint. Maybe he will help me."
Han Feng stood up, muttered to himself, and walked outside.
The servants said hello to him, but he didn't seem to hear them.
When he walked outside the door, he remembered that he didn't know where to find the Fighting Saint.
He returned to the house and arranged for his men to search.
The night passed and no one was found.
Until the next morning, a subordinate brought back a message.
The Fighting Saint released the news that he would establish a sect in Han Feng City.
"Establishing a sect requires manpower and material resources. I can also help. Take me there quickly."
Han Feng, led by his men, hurried to a strange building outside the city.
Hundreds of people have already arrived in front of the building.
In the Taoist temple.
"Why not just grab it?"
Xiaotian looked incomprehensible.
"Because we are scholars"
Cao Yi said lightly.
After the words fell, Xiao Zhan's voice came from outside: "Senior Dou Sheng, Han Feng wants to see you."
"coming"
Xiaotian perked up.
"Let him in"
Cao Yi said casually.
Soon, Xiao Zhan led Han Feng in.
Han Feng knelt down without saying a word.
"This is?"
Cao Yi was confused.
