Han Feng couldn't help but be stunned by Qin Fengqing's sudden question about his future ambitions.
He really hasn't thought about this issue seriously.
But it only took a moment of confusion before Han Feng had the answer.
"Money, I want to make a lot of money! Of course... I can also exchange it for spiritual stones."
"Uh...ahem..."
On the bed, Qin Fengqing coughed a few times and looked back at Han Feng, who was blindfolded.
Even if you can't see his eyes, you can still see the determination and desire written on Han Feng's face at this moment!
Qin Fengqing was rarely speechless and spoke after a while.
"Han... Mr. Han, your ambition is really special."
Han Feng didn't care what Qin Fengqing thought. In his opinion, his greatest support was the Demon Refining Pot.
But the Demon Refining Pot is a "gold-swallowing behemoth". He must earn enough gold coins and spiritual stones to experience the "cheating" life.
But of course, he couldn't tell Qin Fengqing about this.
The atmosphere was silent for a moment, and Qin Fengqing spoke again.
"Mr. Han, have you ever heard of Tiannan College?"
"Tiannan College?"
Han Feng remembered that in his study, he had read several books on how to get started with martial arts training.
In the author's signature column, many of them were "Tiannan College". Han Feng didn't pay much attention at the time, thinking it was a place similar to the publishing house in his previous life.
At this moment, just listen to Qin Fengqing say.
"Tiannan College is in Xichuan Province, the highest palace for spiritual warriors to practice, a place that countless young warriors dream of entering.
There are the top experts and various high-level techniques there, and the cultivation geniuses from the entire province gather together. Even the weakest students will not fall below the level of brilliance.
Those who can successfully graduate from Tianfu College will become the pillars of Xichuan Province and even the empire.
Even though my father is the Lord of Bailong County, he can only look up to these characters! "
Han Feng was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Tiannan College had such amazing energy, and even the weakest students could reach the level of brilliance.
You must know that the existence of Hui-level spiritual warriors is already considered a first-class master in Bailong County.
Han Feng's surprised attitude made Qin Fengqing slightly satisfied and continued.
“The number of students admitted to Tiannan College is extremely limited, and the conditions are harsh. Almost every year, the places are taken by several major super families in the province.
In the past thirty years, the only person in Bailong County who has been admitted to Tiannan College is your father Han Xiaotian, but he refused.
However, he is a special case. "
Qin Fengqing said with a hint of admiration in her eyes.
"Although he rejected Tiannan College, he relied on his own efforts to break through the Chen level and star level. Such talent and strength are definitely not weak even in Tiannan College.
Unfortunately……"
Qin Fengqing sighed softly, seeming to feel a little regretful.
When Han Feng heard this, he was greatly surprised.
Even Chu Hanxin had never told him about this matter. He never expected that his cheap father could be so domineering.
Not only did he reject the invitation from Tiannan College, but he also relied on his own efforts to become a strong man.
Qin Fengqing said to Han Feng.
After all, your father is just a special case, but for ordinary warriors in Xichuan.
Tiannan Academy is the holy place where spiritual warriors can show their strength, compete with the heroes, and truly hone their martial arts.
I wonder if Mr. Han is interested in Tiannan College? "
Qin Fengqing asked a question again.
This time Han Feng seemed much more cautious. After pondering for a moment, he tentatively asked.
"So what...Miss Qin, is it easy to earn gold coins and spiritual stones from Tiannan College?"
"call……!"
Han Feng couldn't see, but he could hear Qin Fengqing's breathing, which suddenly became heavier and longer, as if he was trying his best to endure something.
"Miss Qin, what's wrong with you? Did I use too much force?"
"It's okay, just keep going."
Qin Fengqing became silent, and Han Feng was too embarrassed to ask any more questions.
…
Finally, accompanied by a familiar and seductive moan, Han Feng ended the treatment.
After taking off the blindfold, Qin Fengqing had curled up in the bed, with two blushes on her cheeks.
Han Feng said.
"Miss Qin, there is only one last course of treatment left. I will treat you again tomorrow and your cold poison will be cured.
However, these cold poisons will no longer affect your luck. "
Qin Fengqing nodded and said.
"Thank you, Mr. Han, but I have to leave the county for a while tomorrow, and it may take a few days before I come back.
The last treatment session will be postponed a little until I come back. Maybe before long, you will also get some news about me. "
Han Feng was slightly startled, not sure what Qin Fengqing meant.
But he didn't ask any more questions and nodded in agreement.
"Okay, when Miss Qin comes back, send someone to notify me."
After saying that, Han Feng turned and left.
Seeing Han Feng's retreating figure, Qin Fengqing, who was lying on the bed, shook his head and sighed.
"I don't know if this guy has other plans or is too arrogant to be so dismissive of Tiannan College."
But at this time, Han Feng had already walked out of the manor gate.
Recalling the conversation between Qin Fengqing and himself, Han Feng naturally understood what Qin Fengqing meant.
The other party should have suggested that he enter Tiannan College to practice.
However, as the saying goes, "One's own family knows one's own affairs," Han Feng knows his own talent very well.
He was born with a body with useless veins. Without Dao Xuan Jue and Demon Refining Pot, he would not even be able to absorb spiritual energy.
Even if you enter Tiannan College and have the guidance of famous teachers and experts, no matter how good the training conditions are, it will probably be of no use to you.
Therefore, Han Feng only cares about whether he can earn enough spiritual stones.
Because as long as there are enough spiritual stones and the demon refining pot is there, your strength can be improved rapidly, otherwise everything is empty talk.
After leaving the manor, Han Feng went directly out of the city and rushed back to the Han family branch.
I met Bing'er in front of the hall and exchanged a few words casually.
Han Feng couldn't wait to return to his room and immediately started to pound the blue brick he brought back from the latrine.
"Xian'er, what on earth is this? Why can't even my Shanshan Fist break it?"
Xian'er responded.
"Master, this brick is indeed just an ordinary blue brick, but mithril should have been added during the forging."
"Mithril?"
"Mithril is a very special weapon-refining material with a tough texture. It cannot forge weapons by itself, but it can be used to improve the level of spiritual weapons and strengthen the toughness of spiritual weapons when refining weapons.
More importantly, this object can isolate mental power exploration to a certain extent. "
When Han Feng heard this, he couldn't help but feel a move in his heart and stared at the blue brick road in his hand.
"You mean, there is something inside this green brick?"
Xian'er responded: "That's probably the case. I can vaguely feel that there is a trace of spiritual power fluctuations in it."
Han Feng's eyes were a little warm.
"But...how do I open this blue brick?"
Xian'er smiled.
"It's not difficult. Master, didn't you get a spear?
The tip of the gun was filled with high-purity mithril and was extremely sharp, making it easy to break through it. "
