Chapter 156: Hiding Dragon Thousand Miles Away (V)
"I want to refine a body for him." Han Feng said concisely.
As various herbs were added, the color of the flame in the pot began to change, from red to dark purple, then to light blue, and finally to dark green.
“Pah!”
Han Feng clapped his hands, and the originally clear sky gradually darkened. When Ander looked up, he saw a huge body appear in the air.
"eleven"
The cold wind shouted softly.
A figure flew out from the shadows, holding a book in his hand. He put his hand on one of the pages, tiptoed, and instantly came into the air.
The book in his hand disappeared, and was replaced by a three-foot-long green sword.
He just raised his hand and made a few light strokes. The next moment, bright red liquid flowed out of the huge body in the air. Blood fell from the sky like rain. When it was about to enter the courtyard, it seemed to encounter a barrier and turned into nothingness.
Qing Feng disappeared, and a set of short, palm-length knives, needles and pliers appeared next to Eleven.
He took out two swords skillfully, a light flashed in his eyes, and with a wave of his wrist, the body that was cut into several pieces was decomposed again. This time, every piece of selected flesh and blood tissue flew back to Han Feng.
After an incense stick of time, six bodies of different shapes were floating around Han Feng.
After reviewing the last piece, the latter nodded with satisfaction and praised, "Eleven, your knife skills have become more proficient."
After washing his hands, the latter came to the pot and looked at the soul floating inside, wondering what he was thinking.
“After I have reshaped his body, he will be handed over to you, Ander. Yin Gu Xianren was once a member of the demon clan, but later he had some accidents and achieved the immortal level, and finally ended up in his current situation;
The path you will take in the future is somewhat similar to his. If you have any questions in the future, you can ask for his advice. ”
Han Feng didn't care about Eleven's attitude. He mixed a large amount of medicine with the flesh and blood in his hand and threw them into the pot while giving instructions.
"yes."
Ander nodded, looked at the pot being slowly sealed, knew that this would take some time, and then left.
When only Han Feng and Eleven were left in the courtyard, the latter slowly raised his head, moved his eyes away from the pot, and looked casually in the direction where Ander had left.
"What do you think of him?"
"Too weak. Most importantly, his mind is not strong enough. He has too much resentment in his previous life. Is it really good for such a person to hold a powerful weapon like Posuoye?"
"Poshaye in this life chose him and acknowledged his identity. This is something we cannot change. Fortunately, he is on our side now, which is much better than not taking sides!"
The cold wind explained
"Besides that, I intend to train him. When we deal with the demons in the future, we will have to have someone to gather information. He is the best choice. Sending Yin Gu Xianren to his side is also a safeguard."
Eleven nodded slightly, and suddenly remembered something, "Where is Senior Brother?"
"He went to Xue's house with his whole family!"
Eleven raised his eyebrows slightly and asked uncertainly, "Could it be that they want to take control of the Xue family once and for all?"
"Why not?"
Han Feng smiled. "Although the Xue family has lost most of its internal strength, it is still the largest family in the Northern Territory on the surface. No one will go against it on the surface, although there are many small actions in secret."
“But I’m still worried.”
"Don't worry, nothing will happen. I'm here, so what are you afraid of?"
Hearing this, Eleven's eyes lit up. "Master, have you finished replicating another set of Trans-Time and Space Teleportation Formation?!"
The former smiled but said nothing.
"This makes me feel more at ease! With this formation, no matter what situation Senior Brother is in, even if the Xue family is destroyed, he will be fine!" Eleven said excitedly, "Master, when can we invite Senior Brother Four and Junior Sister Fifteen to meet?"
Han Feng raised his head and looked at the sky, and suddenly said, "The wind is blowing."
Eleven looked into the distance in confusion following the cold wind, but there was nothing.
"Feng Wuhen, long time no see, I hope you are well!"
A figure sat on the throne, looking down at a man who looked very weak but had great power hidden in his body. His eyes gradually became sharp.
"What are you doing here? Have you forgotten what I said?"
"As long as I live, you will never set foot here again!"
"roll!"
A stream of spiritual energy flew out from the sleeve, and when it was about to hit the man, it slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared between heaven and earth.
"You, you are still so irritable,"
The man said as he was about to sit down.
“Bang!”
The seat behind him exploded instantly, and the flying wood chips pierced his eyes mercilessly.
"Certainly!"
"Feng Wuhen, don't go too far!"
"Do you think I want to come here? If it weren't for the decision of my old man, I wouldn't want to come to your shitty place!"
The man shouted with anger in his tone.
"I don't know what he meant, but he just wanted me to say something to you."
"If you have to fart, do it now!"
Feng Wuhen stared into the man's eyes, his spiritual energy circulating, as if he was going to throw him out in the next second!
"you!"
The man took a deep breath and said, "Listen carefully! That's what the old man said at the time: The phoenix weeps, and ten thousand swords point at it."
"Well, I've got my message across anyway. I don't care about what's going on between you two!"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a great force coming, as if a huge hand lifted him up and kicked him away.
"Fuck, Feng Wuhen, you have no moral principles and you can't afford to attack by surprise!"
The man just stood up while cursing, and a hand suddenly grabbed his collar from behind. A cold voice came from behind, "Take me to your family! I want to see your old man!"
The former's lowered eyes flashed a smile, but he still said in a trembling voice, "No way! Your kick was so painful, I can't move now, how can I take you back!"
There was a flash of hostility in Feng Wuhen's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. He took out a pill from somewhere and stuffed it directly into the man's mouth.
"Well, what did you give me to eat?" the man asked vaguely.
The former glanced at him and said, "Of course it's poisonous. What else do you think it is? Anyway, it hurts so much that you can't even stand up. So I'm going to help you lie down till the end, so that you can never wake up again!"
After saying that, Feng Wuhen flashed back to his palace, sat on the throne, and carefully thought about the meaning of that sentence.
The phoenix wailed, and thousands of swords were pointed at it.
What does it mean?
Feng Wuhen was puzzled. He released his spiritual sense and saw a pale-faced man on the ground, gritting his teeth and trying to crawl out. He frowned, stood up and walked out.
As he walked, he said to himself, "Strange, I gave him a slow-acting poison, but why did it take effect so quickly?"
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