"Boom boom boom...!"

The white space in the pot has turned into red.

In the red mist, Han Feng closed his eyes tightly and moved quickly. Each step was steady and solid, as if he was rooted in the ground. At the same time, when he waved his fists, there was a subtle sound of breaking through the air.

At this moment, every time Han Feng punched out, all the muscles and bones in his body exerted force at the same time, concentrating on one point.

The power that exploded was several times more powerful than a full-strength punch in the past, and it had actually reached the first level of "Gathering Strength Realm" of Hanshan Fist.

At this moment, Han Feng had not stopped punching. After completing a set of punches, he continued to practice from the beginning, and his strength continued to increase.

This went on for a full two hours.

Inside the pot, Han Feng closed his eyes tightly, he was already sweating profusely, and white mist came out of his head.

But he was completely unaware, his body was like a machine, and he was still punching wildly.

Suddenly, a red light flashed in the void, and Xian'er's slender and perfect figure appeared.

Looking at Han Feng who was immersed in the practice of Hanshan Fist, she threw it casually, and a log as thick as an adult's thigh flew towards Han Feng's back.

With his eyes closed, Han Feng was keenly aware of the strong wind coming from behind. He suddenly twisted his waist and turned around. He took a step forward, exerting force on his heels. His muscles contracted throughout his body, his joints tightened like springs, and his blood accelerated in an instant.

"Hanshan Fist!"

With a loud shout, Han Feng concentrated all his strength into one punch and blasted it out, directly hitting the wooden pile.

"Bang...!"

With a muffled sound, the thick wooden stake was blown to pieces by Han Feng's punch.

The moment the wooden pile shattered, Han Feng finally came to his senses. He opened his eyes and looked at the broken wooden block under his feet. He looked at his fist in astonishment.

Xian'er floated down and said with a sweet smile.

"Congratulations, master, for reaching the second level of the Shanshan Fist, the 'Broken Wood' state."

When Han Feng heard this, he couldn't help but stare in shock, and then tried to use the Hanshan Boxing Technique and punched out.

Han Feng felt that his body had become extremely coordinated, and when he punched out, there was a slight sound of breaking through the air, and the power was far greater than before.

"I have actually reached the second level of Broken Wood Realm!"

Han Feng was extremely surprised and couldn't help but ask.

"Xian'er, how long did it take me?"

Xian'er said proudly.

"The genius of the outside world has just dawned. Master, you only spent one night."

Han Feng's expression became more and more surprised. In just one night, he actually crossed the "Gathering Strength Realm" where he was introduced to Hanshan Quan, and reached the second level of "Broken Wood Realm". It was really unbelievable.

You know, it took several years for his younger brother Han Lei to reach the Broken Wood Realm, and it was only after he reached the Broken Wood Realm that Han Feng understood.

When Han Lei broke the wooden pile with one punch, he was just on the threshold of breaking wood. There was still a gap between him and himself, who broke the wooden pile with one punch.

In other words, Han Feng now surpasses Han Lei in both cultivation and martial arts, and all these changes only took less than half a month.

"Xian'er, thank you very much!"

Han Feng looked at Xian'er and thanked him sincerely.

Without the help of the Demon Refining Pot, even if Han Feng traveled to another world, he would probably be a waste waiting to die. Maybe he would have been played to death by Zhou Dafu and his family.

Xian'er gave a rare shy smile.

"Master, you don't have to be so polite. Besides, you have to rely on the spiritual stones earned by the master to drive the Demon Refining Pot."

Han Feng nodded when he heard this, but suddenly woke up and asked nervously.

"Yes... yes, Xian'er, how many spiritual stones did you spend this night?"

When Xian'er heard this, her beautiful eyes turned into crescent moons and she said sweetly.

"It's not much. I only used seven spirit stones. I only felt comfortable for one night."

"Well……!"

Han Feng's face turned red instantly, his mouth opened wide but he couldn't say a word.

It looked like a rooster with its neck strangled. It staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Seven low-level spirit stones were spent in one night, which would be seven thousand gold coins in money. Half of the fourteen spirit stones he had just bought were consumed in an instant.

Han Feng's heart was bleeding. The "Krypton Gold" level of the Demon Refining Pot was simply worse than Penguin Company in his previous life!

"Xian'er, you...why didn't you tell me earlier that you would consume so many spiritual stones?"

Xian'er looked innocent.

"Master, you didn't even ask me."

"..."

"Then why did you ask me to stop practicing at this time? Has your conscience discovered it?"

Xian'er sighed with a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"Alas... Master's body is too weak, and it has reached its limit at this moment.

If I continue to practice, I'm afraid my vitality will be damaged, otherwise I'll have to get addicted to it."

"I……"

Han Feng's eyes turned dark again. This woman clearly wanted to drain him.

However, when I thought about it, it would have been a great thing for anyone else to have upgraded the Shanshan Fist to such power overnight.

Han Feng gradually regained his balance and initially gained the basic awareness of a "top-up player".

…

After returning to the room from the Huzhong Realm, Han Feng felt as if he was exhausted.

According to Xian'er, his cultivation this night consumed too much energy and blood in his body, and his skin, flesh, muscles and bones had reached their limit.

He needs a good rest.

Although his body is tired, Han Feng's mood is a little excited. With the three-star martial arts cultivation level and the Shanshan Fist Shattering Wood Realm, he can now be considered a true martial artist!

Because he was tired, Han Feng asked Bing'er to bring breakfast to the room and asked her to help boil some hot water.

Han Feng also followed Chu Hanxin's lead and moved a large bathtub into the room, ready to enjoy a bath.

After taking off his clothes, Han Feng stepped into the bathtub naked and soaked his whole body in the warm water. He felt very comfortable. Han Feng hummed a tune happily. Who knows, at this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

Han Feng was startled and subconsciously covered his key parts with his hands.

Looking up, I saw little Loli Bing'er, wearing the new dress I gave her yesterday, walking in with a water ladle and towel in her hand.

"Bing...Bing'er, you...what did you come in for?"

Han Feng was so nervous that he was speechless, but Bing'er said it matter-of-factly.

"Of course I'm here to take care of the master's bath."

"ah……?"

Han Feng was paused when he heard this, and then he remembered that this society is similar to ancient feudal society.

It is a matter of course for a maid to take care of her master's bathing. What's more, even the master's "out of courtesy" must be attended by a dedicated person.

However, the essence of Han Feng is still a modern person, and he is a young virgin who has never been to a bathing club.

How could he be embarrassed to be naked in front of a girl, let alone a beautiful underage girl?

"Hey... Bing... Bing'er, no need, I can just wash it myself. You can go out."

After hearing this, Bing'er had no intention of going out, so she turned around and closed the door.

"Master, you don't have to be so polite. You are not the third master. You have always bathed by yourself since you were a child.

Besides, didn’t I take care of you when you bathed in the past? You don’t know how to bathe yourself.”

"I……"

Han Feng was speechless for a moment, feeling contempt for his predecessor to the extreme.

He is such a big man, but he doesn't know how to take a bath, and he still needs a little girl to take care of him. He is really shameless and immoral!

Han Feng shrank nervously, thinking about how to reject Bing'er.

However, the little Loli walked to the bathtub without hesitation, scooped up a ladle of water skillfully, and poured it down Han Feng's neck.

"hiss……!"

Han Feng took a breath of comfort.

Immediately, a pair of white and soft little hands began to knead his shoulders. The force was neither light nor heavy, smooth and gentle, making Han Feng almost moan in discomfort.

But reason still allowed Han Feng to maintain a trace of calmness, and he spoke with difficulty.

"Bing'er, don't..."

Water splashed down, but Bing'er didn't hear clearly, so she couldn't help but ask in Han Feng's ear with a deep breath.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Did I try too hard?"

With that said, Bing'er slid her hands down and gently rubbed Han Feng's chest to make him feel more comfortable.

"Oh...stop!"

Han Feng's whole body was trembling, and his sanity was on the verge of "fragmentation."

"Master, what do you mean?"

Bing'er was a little anxious. As a maid, if she cannot let the owner of the house enjoy the pleasure of bathing, then she is not considered a qualified maid.

Han Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and spoke completely.

"Binger, don't stop, continue..."
Chapter completed!