☆180. Chapter 180: The Legacy Left Behind (V)



Chapter 180: The Legacy Left Behind (V)

After saying this, Xiao Shiyi obviously didn't want to continue on this topic. His eyes flickered and he asked with a sly smile:

"Master, what do you think of these two?"

Su Li and Cheng Xueyi behind him felt their hearts tighten and they lowered their heads slightly, not daring to meet Han Feng's gaze.

Han Feng understood in his heart, but he still followed the former's meaning and said, "Your vision has always been good."

"That"

"When you first meet your disciples, do you want to show your appreciation?"

Looking at Xiao Shiyi sticking out his tongue in the mirror, Han Feng's mouth twitched slightly, and he raised his hand as if he really scratched his nose. "I knew that there was no way to avoid the gift, so I naturally prepared it in advance!"

As he spoke, Han Feng moved his fingers slightly, and two silver lights flew out from the ring and slowly landed in front of Su Li and Cheng Xueyi.

"You have been running the Dark Hall for these years. It must be very hard, right? As the Grand Master, whether this is the first time we meet or not, I should show my appreciation. Please accept it!"

After the two received the rings, they hurriedly bowed to express their gratitude. At the same time, they quietly examined the rings and were even more shocked.

"besides,"

The cold wind releases two tokens

"Take these two tokens with you. The Royal City is not peaceful right now. With these two tokens, you can act more freely. Don't fight if you can. After I deal with those guys, the Royal City will be returned to your management."

Su Li opened his mouth and asked in confusion, "Master, what is that thing you are talking about?"

The cold wind looked into the distance, with a dark green light flashing in his eyes

"It's a nightmare, a materialized nightmare."

"A long time ago, an evil demon who cultivated the power of dreams entered this city. He was seriously injured and wanted to recover his strength, so he had to absorb the nightmares of others."

"It just so happens that too many people have entered the Imperial City during this period. A few nights ago, dreams broke out and a large number of evil and sinister nightmares were born. However, he simply had no power to control them."

"His dream power was unbalanced, and he suffered the backlash of his skills. He has died of exhaustion."

"And there are quite a few nightmares that, because no one is controlling and guiding them, combine with the dreamer's spiritual power, and it becomes difficult to distinguish between what is real and what is fake, reality and fantasy, and they gradually materialize."

"Some are like demons and monsters, having lost their humanity and only know how to burn, kill and plunder; some are devouring each other, becoming increasingly powerful; and some are hiding in the dark, acting with the help of darkness and feeding on the living."

"Fortunately, some of the nightmares dissipated due to instability."

"Although"

Han Feng snorted softly, "Anyway, after I noticed this, I set up this white fog barrier to block the flow of people from both sides."

Although I had noticed it and just wanted to have fun, I didn't expect this guy to lose control!

Just looking for trouble!

besides!

Don't ask me why people outside can still come in.

I just forgot.

Han Feng complained a few words in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface.

"Then later"

Su Li frowned slightly, as if she wanted to ask a question.

The little Eleven in the mirror swayed for a moment and quickly interrupted what the former wanted to ask. Then, an eagle fell from the sky and hit him in the face.

""

The three of them looked at the hairy little Eleven in silence and smiled awkwardly.

"Since you still have things to deal with, just hang up the connection. There will be plenty of opportunities for us to talk in the future anyway!"

"Oh! Okay." Xiao Eleven didn't hesitate, and then the mirror screen went black.

"You two,"

Han Feng waved his hand and let Jingxi return to the secret realm to continue playing.

"There is something you need to take care of," he clapped his hands lightly, and a set of ancient wooden tables and chairs appeared in front of the three of them.

"Master, please speak. We are all ears." Su Li and Cheng Xueyi said in unison.

"Yeah," Han Feng nodded.

"Didn't I just bring Tiger King's eldest son Bai Xiaotian in with me? I wanted him to accompany his father, but the child woke up from some nightmares and is now in danger of his life."

"You go and deal with those nightmares. They are not very strong, but they are good at illusion. As for Bai Xiaotian, it's up to you whether you want to save him or not."

"The token I gave you can free up a small dimension. Open the space before dealing with nightmares to avoid waking up more nightmares."

"Go ahead!"

"Yes." Su Li and Cheng Xueyi looked at each other, and left one after the other.

Witnessing the departure of the two of them, Han Feng looked back and returned to the secret realm in a single step. The ring in his hand transformed into a little dragon, which flew joyfully into the air and rolled back and forth several times.

Finally, as the cold wind raised his brows, it coiled into a circle and reluctantly fell in front of Mo Han's dantian.

In the secret realm, there were five children practicing seriously.

The cold wind passed by them slowly without disturbing them.

These five children each have their own characteristics and advantages. Han Feng looks at them with a smile, as if he is looking at five charming and unique works of art.

Two from the central region, two from the western region, and one

Travel around the world, there are no fixed boundaries.

Even though she is a killer.

He now has his own manpower in the south, east and west, so the goal is very clear. After dealing with these three parties, he will set out to deal with the north.

If I remember correctly, there seems to be a holy place founded by my disciples there?

After all the four corners have been integrated, they will go to deal with the center of the vast continent, where most of the holy places in the heavens gather.

What exactly happened there back then?

Han Feng already knew the general situation through the system, but he still needed to find out the details personally.

He took out a set of pens and ink from the ring and stared at the five people not far away. After a moment, he took in the scenery in his mind, let out a long breath, and began to paint with the pen.

Every time a stroke of ink is drawn, some rules will fall from the sky and slowly fall on the corresponding person.

The paintings drawn by the former also began to undergo qualitative changes in nature.

One dot, one technique; one stroke, one martial art.

It was originally just an ordinary painting of a person or landscape. Although the material was far superior to ordinary objects, it did not have the slightest Taoist connotation.

But now, this painting is full of various opportunities. It is very likely that if you like it, a set of exercises or a martial arts book will emerge in your mind. Of course, it may also be a rich experience that is useful for your current practice.

After completing the painting, Han Feng frowned slightly, raised his head with dissatisfaction, and stretched.

"Sure enough, after not painting for such a long time, the quality of the painting I made today is much worse."

The former muttered something and turned his head to see that two of the five children in the distance had woken up and were standing aside in a proper manner, as if they were going to listen to his teachings.

He glanced at the little bit of rule power that had not yet been fully integrated into their bodies and revealed a strange smile.

"Why are you standing here? Are you waiting for me?" Han Feng asked half-jokingly.

"Master, you are joking. We both just woke up."

"I just encountered a bottleneck in my cultivation, so I wanted to ask Master for advice. However, I saw that Master was painting and it was not appropriate to disturb him, so I had to wait on the side."

Lin Xiuer and Yan Ruchen stood aside politely and explained respectfully.

Han Feng nodded and motioned for the two to sit on the two chairs in front of them. "Tell me, what's the problem?"

Yan Ruchen scratched his head

"Master, you once gave me a jade seal that contained the luck of the white tiger. Two days ago, I used it to capture many tiger souls to help it improve its strength. But no matter how I called out these two days, I got no response. I'm afraid..."

Han Feng tapped his fingers on the table, then took out a new scroll and painted a majestic white tiger on it in one go. He then took out a drop of blood from the previous one and dripped it on the center of the eyebrows of the white tiger in the scroll.

roar! !

A tiger roar that seemed to have traveled through endless time and space came from the air.

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