Han Feng was extremely surprised by what this mysterious old man said. Although he had already estimated the hidden undercurrent, it was still difficult to decipher what he said from the mouth of this old man who claimed to be the master of the Hanging Sword Division.
"what do you mean?"
"It's him! Yes, it's him!"
The old man suddenly pointed behind Han Feng with a crazy look on his face.
It seems like... who is standing behind Han Feng!
I broke out in a cold sweat, which was especially scary in this situation.
Han Feng subconsciously turned his head, but didn't see anyone.
Damn it...this old man's mind may have reached an extremely abnormal level.
As soon as this idea came to Han Feng's mind, an inexplicable suction force made Han Feng lift off the ground.
He struggled hard, but in the face of this old man's powerful strength, he was like a worm shaking a tree...
The old man just raised his hand, and Han Feng had already appeared in front of him.
Han Feng sank and sat in front of the old man.
I held my breath and didn't even dare to move.
Kuye... Originally, I relied on the [Five Mountains Jinyun Pocket], a divine weapon-level magic weapon to protect myself, so I could run away from anyone I couldn't defeat.
As a result, first we faced a sword master-level masked man, and now we faced an old madman at the boss-level...
However, after the old man attracted Han Feng in front of him, he seemed to regain his consciousness. His eyes were like abyss and distant stars, and he looked at Han Feng with an unpredictable expression.
Han Feng also had the opportunity to take a closer look at the old man.
Although he was slovenly, his features showed how handsome he was when he was young. He was tall and burly, with slender fingers, but there were extremely terrifying lacerations on his wrists.
There were horrifying wounds near the chains that bound the old man's hands. It should have been the backlash of the formation that imprisoned him due to the skill he had just used, but the old man was completely unaware of it.
The old man returned to normal and looked at Han Feng calmly:
"With your qualifications, you may be able to inherit my mantle."
When Han Feng heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little moved. Judging from the aura, this old man was close to the innate being... That was a being that could truly compete with gods and demons... But the problem was that this old man was imprisoned here. It was obviously someone.
For this reason, if the person who imprisoned him finds out about this... can he get it back?
What's more, judging from these words... the person who imprisoned him is most likely the current head of the Hanging Sword Division - Jun Huaixu.
Before Han Feng could continue to struggle, the old man had already put his hand on Han Feng's shoulder.
"I am no longer able to teach you my secret skills. I can only give you three seals to protect your life, and a spiritual light to lay the foundation of martial arts. The long road ahead will be yours alone."
Han Feng only felt a heat on his shoulders, and felt that there was a strength that was not his own in his body.
My mind was spinning, and I couldn't figure out what this old man was thinking.
"Senior, did you teach me martial arts aura and give me kindness just so that I can save the Xuanjian Division's situation for you?"
The old man sighed. He was wearing tattered clothes and his deep eyes were clearer than anyone else: "Ha, of course there are people in the Hanging Sword Division who will protect you. Just follow your own path."
The old man's words were so confusing and self-contradictory that Han Feng couldn't grasp them at all. He also had difficulty understanding their meaning and couldn't tell which ones were true and which ones were false.
I can only keep silent and watch the changes.
However, the old man only stayed awake for a moment and went crazy again. He looked at Han Feng suspiciously and asked in a low voice:
"You want to harm me...do you want to harm me, disciple! You want to harm me, right?"
Han Feng couldn't grasp the old man's current state, so he stood up and stepped back, while trying to comfort him: "Senior, I won't harm you, please calm down!"
"No! Absolutely not! You just want to harm me. You want to be the boss, right?"
The old man raised his palm and wanted to attack Han Feng. The black chain continued to draw energy from the golden wall to restrict the old man's movements, but it could not stop the old man's madness.
It just made his arms have more new creations...
The old man's palm erupted with terrifying power like the rupture of a river or sea. Even a mountain would turn into ashes under this palm.
When Han Feng faced this palm, a peerless internal force suddenly surged out of the shoulder that the old man had just slapped.
Morning glow, Zhengyang, Feiquan, Hangxue and the Qi of heaven and earth emerged from Han Feng's shoulders.
The six-color spiritual energy protects Han Feng from harm, and he only hunts in white clothes.
He had suffered enough shocks today, and Han Feng was a little numb in the face of this almost fatal palm...
In order to kill for protection, Han Feng didn't want to know the old man's purpose.
But the old man was still crazy: "I don't believe it! Unless...you let me see your heart!"
Watching as he growled, his eyes burst out with brilliant golden light.
In the golden light, Han Feng felt that his entire body was being stripped away, and his inner world was completely exposed.
Han Feng endured the severe mental pain and half-knelt on the ground.
Misty and chaotic.
The old man's spirit broke into Han Feng's sea of consciousness in a rough and arrogant manner.
An old man in tattered robes walked barefoot into the desolate land that symbolized Han Feng's consciousness.
"Let me see...your heart..."
The old man murmured in a low voice and walked on the desolate land.
"How could someone...the spiritual world be barren!?"
The old man's spirit is sometimes normal and sometimes crazy. He walks on the desolate spiritual land and sighs in amazement.
Suddenly, as if he sensed something, he raised his head.
The vast and vast golden light shrouded the entire starry sky.
The magnificent and dreamy galaxy stretches across the desolate spiritual land.
In the center of the starry sky, a huge body of a god wrapped in brilliant divine light stood.
The dharma crown is sacred, the treasure appearance is solemn, but there is a trace of treacherous and evil aura in the golden light.
The empty grasp of the arm seems to hold supreme power, and the power of gods and demons is deeply contained in it... This is the supreme savior god worshiped by Tianli Sect, and the world-destroying evil demon feared by the world - Wusheng Old Mother!
The huge divine body of Wusheng Old Mother seemed to sense the old man's gaze when he raised his head, and lowered his eyes.
The direct gaze of the gods made the old man, an already mentally disturbed person, feel instinctive fear.
The entire spiritual world was shattered like a mirror falling to the ground.
…
Han Feng knelt down and tried his best to breathe. His clothes were all wet with sweat.
The old man with golden eyes suddenly let out a muffled groan, and his whole aura suddenly became sluggish, leaving two lines of blood and tears in his eyes.
Perhaps because of the thought of fighting fire with fire, the old man with tears in his eyes was sober as never before. He closed his eyes and spoke weakly:
"Very good...really good..."
Han Feng was a little confused about what happened, but he felt that the shadow of Wusheng Mother seemed to flash in his mind again...
Since the future incarnation planted the demon seed for this old woman, it seems that this is the second time that I have unconsciously borrowed it to protect my spiritual world... I am also really powerful...
I don’t know if this counts as eating the evil god’s soft rice...
"Senior, are you awake?"
Han Feng asked tentatively.
The old man actually smiled happily:
"Sober! Sober as never before! This is the first time in twenty years that I am so sober."
Han Feng was confused. He opened his mouth to say something, but the old man waved his hand: "You shouldn't be here, leave."
Without allowing Han Feng to speak, a strange force had already moved Han Feng's figure away from the ground-hanging passage.
Jun Huaixu, who was lying under a willow tree with his eyes closed in the space of Mingxuan Tower, suddenly opened his eyes...
"It's been...so many years."
…
On the street of the Xuanjian Division headquarters, Bai Feihuang was walking with a sword, intending to visit the [Feng Yun Dou] at the Siwei level today.
Suddenly, a figure standing staggeringly dressed in dust came into his eyes.
"Han Feng? What's wrong with you?"
Han Feng was moved out of the underground passage by the old man. He suffered a series of injuries and could no longer walk... He looked at Bai Feihuang and opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't stand still and fell down...
…
Bai Feihuang rushed to hug Han Feng who was about to fall, looking nervous: "Han Feng! What's going on? Don't scare me!"
Han Feng felt weak all over, looking at Bai Feihuang's frown... Hey, this angle looks pretty good...