"Come in"

Cao Yi, who was sitting upright behind the dining table, said casually.

"I'm so annoying, I'll let you eat."

Xiaotian muttered, looking unhappy.

When it intends to enjoy delicious food, it hates others to disturb you the most.

With a creaking sound, two doors made of unknown materials were gently pushed open, and three people with Douhuang cultivation level walked in with their heads down slightly.

The leader was Han Feng, who had just had an association with Cao Yi.

"What's up?"

Cao Yi asked without any fluctuation in his heart.

"I didn't know the senior Dou Sheng just now. If you offend me, please forgive me."

Han Feng and the other two spoke in unison, obviously they had agreed in advance.

Cao Yi hmmed one in response.

Seeing that Cao Yi didn't like them very much, the three of them didn't dare to talk nonsense, they said together: "I'll wait for the withdrawal first."

So they walked out of the room together.

It was a little late and the room was not very light.

Cao Yi stimulated the bone spirit in his body to ignite 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: "What's the problem?"

Even though there was a voice in my mind reminding Han Feng to leave as soon as possible.

But curiosity still drove him to say: "I heard that the bone spirit cold fire belongs to Master Yao."

"It's his own. I met him in the Gama Empire not long ago and helped him restore his cultivation. With thanksgiving, he gave part of the origin of the bone spirit cold fire to me."

Cao Yi said casually.

Han Feng was struck by lightning.

The master's cultivation has recovered, so he is almost finished.

"Master Taoist, have you not refined the bone spirit cold fire yet? I thought you had already melted into the Sun Holy Power or the Red Emperor Fire Emperor's Qi"

Xiaotian suddenly had a mouthful.

Han Feng was shocked.

The exercises practiced by Senior Dou Sheng need to be fused with strange fire.

"It's not the original one, but I evolved it with the Sun's holy power. During this period, I have been studying the bone spirit cold fire. I am very curious about this hot and cold fire."

Cao Yi explained.

Xiaotian said oh.

Cao Yi looked at Han Feng again and frowned, "Do you have something to do?"

Han Feng had to say something else. The two Douhuangs who came with him closed the door and dragged him away.

Not long after, the hotel delivered the meal.

Although this world is covered with Western magic skin, its diet is no different from that of China.

Xiaotian, who is used to eating Chinese rice, eats very well.

...

Five steps and one floor, ten steps and one view of the city lord's mansion.

Han Feng sat on the Huanghualimu Grand Master Chair, staring blankly.

He didn't know how he came back.

After leaving the hotel and parting with two Douhuang friends, a strong sense of panic made him at a loss.

This feeling has actually been around him. It’s just that it has never been as strong 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 was an orphan, wandering around, today or tomorrow. One day he met a man. The man gave him food, clothes, taught him how to read and read, and taught him the principles of being a human being.

The sufferings of the past made him afraid of losing, and he tried his best to please the man.

The man was very happy, and more and more people were given to him.

Ten years later, he became the young pavilion master whom thousands of people admired, a talent in the alchemy world, a guest of honor from various countries, countless beautiful princesses, and an amazingly talented female cultivator admiring him.

Men grow old day by day.

But the glory still enveloped him.

He has heard people say many times that if it weren't for this man, he wouldn't be the case.

He was not convinced. He has made great efforts to get to this day, so why can't he get recognition?

He began to learn alchemy knowledge crazily and constantly challenged the flames with higher temperatures, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not catch up with the man.

Gradually, his gratitude to men turned into jealousy and disgust, hoping that men would die sooner.

One day, he accidentally learned that a man had obtained a heavenly skill called "Finding Jue", which could reach the highest level.

He found a man and expressed his tactfulness that he wanted to study.

The man rejected him, saying that it was dangerous to study rashly, and then taught him when he understood.

Is it dangerous, or is it afraid that I will surpass you?

He sneered in his heart.

Afterwards, he requested several times.

The man got annoyed and scolded him.

In anger, he fought with the man.

The man was so angry that he drove him out.

Another day, he met a man in the soul hall who had once had an intersection with him.

He was ruthless and told the story of a man getting the "Finding Jue".

The people in the Soul Hall, who were already interested in the souls of men, were moved and entangled with a bunch of Dou Zuns.

Let him meet a man.

The man came as scheduled and was trapped in siege.

The moment the man fell down, the disappointment and pain in his eyes.

It made him feel inexplicably painful.

Later, it was discovered that the man's soul had escaped.

He had little left with conscience to feel better.

But it's more fear.

I'm afraid that the man will come back to find him one day.

He tried his best to send people to search for it, but there was no news.

"He may be dead"

He often thinks this way.

Suddenly one day, a person suspected of fighting saint appeared and told him that he had saved the man.

He was so scared that he was overwhelmed.

I returned to the city lord's mansion in a daze, and kept dazed.

"Not good, lord, your teacher is here"

A panic voice appeared in his ears.

He opened his eyes.

The man was standing outside the door, with his muddy eyes looking at him indifferently.

"teacher"

Han Feng blurted out.
To be continued...