Huang Xiaoyong was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Master, what are you kidding? How could a practitioner have no natal objects?"

"It's absolutely impossible?" Han Sanqian said in confusion, because he himself has no natal creature, although he is not a native of Xuanyuan World, perhaps the conditions for cultivation are different from theirs.

"Master." Huang Xiaoyong's breathing suddenly became rapid and he said, "Do you have no natal objects? I have heard that once you reach the level of a extreme master, you will no longer need natal objects."

Huang Xiaoyong's eyes became more and more frightened. If the master really had no natal objects, would he have reached the level of a master?

This is the ultimate realm. In the entire Xuanyuan world, there are only three extreme masters in the legend.

For Huang Xiaoyong, he had the honor to meet a powerful man in the Seven-Lan Realm, who was already a top master. He did not expect that he would still be able to see the extreme master in his life!

Han Sanqian didn't know what level he was, because he had no natal creature to reflect, but the top level of Jishi should not be able to reach his current strength.

"Do you a favor, can you find a powerful painter?" Han Sanqian ended the topic of realm, but in Huang Xiaoyong's heart, he had already regarded Han Sanqian as a strong man in the extreme master's realm.

"Yes." Huang Xiaoyong replied without thinking. No matter what request Han Sanqian made, he would help Han Sanqian satisfy him, because the person standing in front of him was Ji Shi, and how could he be stumped by this little thing as Ji Shi's disciple?

"Okay, take him here to meet tomorrow and bring him in a pen and ink." Han Sanqian said.

"Yes." Huang Xiaoyong responded.

"There is nothing else, I'll leave first. Remember, no one can know what we meet." Han Sanqian reminded.

Huang Xiaoyong nodded repeatedly. Even his father would never reveal a few words.

Huang Xiaoyong knew that his achievements would be determined by Han Sanqian. Han Sanqian was the most important factor in what height he could reach, so he would never do anything that would make Han Sanqian unhappy.

Looking at Han Sanqian's back as he walked farther and farther away, Huang Xiaoyong said excitedly to himself: "I didn't expect that Huang Xiaoyong would be so honored in my life to become the disciple of Master Ji. Father, you want me to become the city lord. Now, the city lord is just an optional identity to me. Following Master, one day, I will step into the imperial court!"

In the Chen family's residence, Chen Tiexin, who had tested Han Sanqian, found Chen Yanran, which explained his sudden attack. Chen Tiexin's attitude was very obvious, thinking that Han Sanqian was a waste, not what Chen Yanran guessed.

How could a person who was seriously injured by him kill more than a dozen powerful men in the Twin Lamp Realm and a Four-Lamp Realm?

Chen Yanran frowned slightly after hearing this. Although she felt that the possibility was very low, the inexplicable disappearance of these strong men could not give any explanation.

"Since Han Sanqian does not have this ability, how did those people disappear without a trace?" Chen Yanran said in confusion.

Chen Tiexin didn't like to use his brain to guess these meaningless things and said, "Sister, why bother to let these things hurt? Maybe he's lucky."

Chen Yanran would not think so simply, and even if she is lucky, she must be able to explain the logic of this matter. But now, there is no factor. Just talking about Han Sanqian’s good luck, which aspect does it reflect?

"Brother, the beast hunting conference is about to begin soon. Are you going to attend?" Chen Yanran said.

"Of course, I came back early this time just for the beast hunting conference. If I can become a beast master, it will be a way to make a name for myself." Chen Tiexin said.

Chen Yanran nodded. The beast master is also a very precious talent for the imperial court. Chen Tiexin cannot be a disciple of the strong, so this is another shortcut to entering the imperial court.

"I want Han Sanqian to participate too." Chen Yanran said.

"Do you still think he hides his strength?" Chen Tiexin couldn't help rolling his eyes. He naturally knew why Chen Yanran did this, but in his opinion, this was completely unnecessary. Han Sanqian's strength was already in front of him, so why bother to do it?

"In addition to testing him, I actually have another purpose, to make him die." Chen Yanran said.

Chen Tiexin thought about it, then suddenly realized it and said with a smile: "Sister, there is no need to be such a trouble. My brother can make him die now."

Chen Yanran shook her head and said, "Brother, I know you are powerful, and killing him is easy, but I am more qualified to keep him for three years after he died in the beast hunting conference."

"Okay, as long as you are happy, you can do whatever you want. But don't let him jump around in the yard in the future. I don't want to see him." Chen Tiexin said.

Chen Yanran nodded. She was the same. A waste swaying in front of her eyes would also affect her mood.

The next day, Han Sanqian and Huang Xiaoyong met in an old place and brought an old man with him.

"Master, this is the top painter in Longyun City. If you have any requirements, just ask him." Huang Xiaoyong said to Han Sanqian.

The old man buried his head and never looked at Han Sanqian from beginning to end. Although he was a little surprised at Huang Xiaoyong calling Master Han Sanqian, he also hid it very well.

The old man is very smart. If he wants to survive, he must not meddle in other people's business.

Han Sanqian nodded and said to the old man: "Master, I want you to draw a portrait for me. I will tell you what she looks like. Can you write it? "

"As long as the young master's narration is accurate, the old master will not disappoint the young master." said the old man.

Next, Han Sanqian and the old man cooperated.

After being in contact with Jiang Yingying for so long, her appearance has been portrayed in Han Sanqian's mind, so his narrative has almost captured every key point.

The old man's technique was also quite sophisticated. A finished portrait was completed in less than an hour, and the similarity reached more than 90%, which made Han Sanqian very satisfied.

After stopping writing, the old man asked Han Sanqian: "Mr., I wonder if the works written by Lao Sheng can satisfy you?"

Han Sanqian held the portrait, although it was not as fully presented as the photo, but it was not easy to draw to this level. He said repeatedly: "Satisfied, very satisfied. I didn't expect the old man to be so good at painting."

The old man smiled faintly and said, "It's good that you can satisfy you. It seems that the old man's life has been saved."
Chapter completed!