"Does it be that I think my Han family cares about a mere pill?" An elder of the Han family couldn't stand it and asked in a voice that was dragged by the old man.

"Han's family should be shameless. As far as I know, the situation of the Han family is not as good as before. What will be the future of a useless person?" Situ Anlan threatened.

Han Linyun turned to Han Feng and said, "The token was given to you by the Moon Emperor, and it is up to Feng'er to decide how to hand it over."

"You are right, the girl is worried about it if you don't have to worry about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Situ Anlan's face showed a relaxed expression. He thought: This waste still has the right to speak in the Han family, and a wasteful person doesn't know what the Han family thinks.

"Since you promised, then hand over the token, what is the purpose of a token for a useless person to hand over it."

"Uncle Second, please give her the token."

Han Linyun took out the token, and the gold silk pattern was inlaid on the edge. The ancient token clearly stated Piaomiao Valley Order, four large red characters, the font emitted red light, and it looked strangely dazzling, with a gloomy face thrown in front of Situ Anlan.

Situ Anlan put away the token. The spiritual energy surged out of his hand. The owner of the Han family was shocked. This woman was really a genius. Judging from the richness of the spiritual energy in the woman's hands just now, at least the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm, she did have arrogant capital. If you have this talent now, you will probably only have this person in this huge empire.

When the matter was over, Situ Anlan and the other two stood up and were about to leave.

Seeing Situ Anlan and the other two preparing to get up, Han Feng said with a firm face: "Today's affairs are not over yet. There will be a reunion today, and there will be a grudge here."

"What reunion will a disabled man have? Don't you know that An Lan's daughter is the only disciple of the palace master, and the most genius today. What's the use of a disabled man holding a token?" the young man mocked.

"Is there any unwillingness to my heart? I'll give you a chance to say your last request." Situ Anlan raised his head proudly as usual, looking at Han Feng with disdain, and really pretending that he was still three years ago.

Before, no one knew that Situ Anlan was the number one genius in Lingyue Kingdom and was subject to supreme glory. But three years ago, the boy emerged and took away her glory, and no one was paying attention to her.

Now I may not use this token, but when I think of a waste holding a token, I feel like there is a thorn in my heart every time I go here, and I feel extremely uncomfortable. Three years ago, Situ Anlan hired a killer in the Situ family courtyard, but Han Feng did not die at that time.

"The fortune is uneven, the fate is tragic, the poor are getting stronger and stronger, and the ambition is not falling. The mountains and waters are not turned around. Three years later, you and I will have a death battle in Wuling Palace." Han Feng's pale face was not visible at all, his eyes were full of firmness, and he stared at Situ Anlan, like a prey.

If you slap a person, the clay man is also angry, so it’s okay to humiliate yourself. When the Han family is like a fly, it’s like sending a dog when they talk and throw the pill.

"What ambition, the Han family man should do this." Han Linyun praised.

"I'll give you ten years, thirty years, but it's just that the waste can still have the courage to be ignorant today. I really live three years ago." Situ Anlan said in a cold and sarcastic tone.

"No need, three years, the east and west of the rivers will be held in Wuling Palace as scheduled for three years."

"Take your things with you, you're just a pill and a golden pill, the Han family has not yet fallen into such a state of decline." Han Linyun said.

Situ Anlan put away the elixir and gold tickets and stood up. The elders of the Han family were about to get up and give it to him.

Han Linyun shouted loudly: "No sending you off." The elders of the Han family sat down one after another.

When he left, the young man said coldly to Han Feng and said, "I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is strong. I dare to spread rumors about the Wuling Palace atmosphere outside, and its Japanese and Korean families disappeared."

The elders of the Han family who sat down watched the three of them leave.

"Let's go, Feng'er stay." There were only two people left in the hall, and uncles and nephews looked at each other.

"Feng'er's dantian has recovered. Come and take your pulse?" Han Linyun asked anxiously.

Han Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head, feeling helpless. It was not that easy. Even if the Dantian was restored for three years, it would not be possible to reach the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm. You should know that he had practiced for ten years before he reached the Heavenly Realm. Qi training is the foundation of all starting points and the focus is on solidity. After the Heavenly Realm, as long as he has better talent, it is not difficult to reach the two levels a year.

"Feng'er doesn't have to worry. Uncle will go with you in three years. Wuling Palace will protect your life. Uncle's sixth level of Tianling Realm, and he is barely a strong man. I believe Wuling Palace will not kill him and have to ask for your life. Don't forget that when your father left, he had already reached the Tianling Realm. He must have entered the Tianxuan Realm for so many years. Your mother is extremely mysterious uncle and doesn't know the origin. I guess he will not be worse than your father."

Han Feng recalled his parents in his mind, only the back of his parents leaving, and no other memories. When he left, he was less than three years old. When he was a child, he often thought that later he grew up and devoted himself to practicing foreign affairs without asking or thinking about them. Now he doesn’t know if his parents are alive outside.

"Uncle, don't worry too much. I have a sense of my ability and will not die fearlessly."

"It's Feng'er who has grown up. I'll tell my uncle what you need in the future."

Not to mention that there is really, Han Feng remembers that there is a pill recipe that requires extremely precious herbs. The marrow-cleaning pill is gentle and long-term use is effective for martial artists and Qi training men. He used to take three pieces himself, one piece worth 5,000 taels of silver. You should know that 5,000 taels of silver is 500 taels of gold. There are more than a dozen children of the family, and there are also the realm of the Heavenly Man and Heavenly Masters. Every day the family expenses are astronomical.

It is absolutely impossible now. It requires so much money, but herbs are much cheaper than pills. The medicinal materials required for marrow washing pills are 500 taels of silver. Compared with the martial arts path, the Qi training master's lineage is more difficult to practice and requires more cultivation materials. Most practitioners will give priority to Qi training.

"Uncle gives me a marrow-cleaning pill and medicinal materials."

"I will ask someone to deliver it in the good afternoon." Han Linyun returned happily.

"Uncle, I'm back."

Han Linyun seemed to have not heard it while he was still there, thinking quietly about something. Han Feng walked to the door.

"Feng'er is back." He called Han Feng, Han Linyun calmed his breath, searched the surrounding environment, and confirmed that there was no one else.

"When your parents left, they left a jade slip for their uncle, saying that if you practice martial arts, this is a one-time spiritual jade slip, and the content of the bloody jade slip will be passed on to you. It must be a good martial arts technique. You have been addicted to the Tao of Medicine for many years and have no chance. If you don't pass it today, you may have little chance in the future. A real man should be responsible for being born in the world. Uncle has never given up on you. You must have confidence. Nothing can defeat the good boys of the Han family." Han Linyun looked at Han Feng standing in the same way, and Han Feng remembered his words and sentences deeply into his mind.

Any words of thanks are desecrating this affection.

Han Feng looked at the jade slip in his hand and couldn't wait to investigate.

Han Linyun reminded him again.

Han Feng returned to the room and ate the food sent by the maid. It was full of color, fragrance and taste, and swallowed it a few times to sweep the plate.

I went to bed to adjust my condition, took out the jade slip, bit my index finger, and complained in my heart, and swallowed the fragrance, it hurts. I didn’t have this stupid thing next time, and I was a hero who was injured.

A drop of red blood dripped on the jade slips of the size of the palm. The blood spread and slowly moved along the lines of the jade slips, and the red lines disappeared. Han Feng was amazed. What a magical guy. I really don’t know how genius he was to study this thing.

The jade simplified into light and penetrated into Han Feng's forehead. Han Feng screamed, and his head seemed to be stretched out by a burst of energy. This was caused by being forced to receive a large amount of information in an instant.

After a few breaths, the severe pain disappeared. Han Feng vowed to accept the jade slip again in the future. He was a fool. He suffered mental pain twice in just two days. This way of living was God torture himself.

If a great task is given to this person, he must first suffer his will and his body. He can only use the ancient Chinese text to comfort himself with the situation. The three-year appointment is awesome. Who knows whether he can live well in three years without strength or dignity, and he cannot control his destiny at all. Now he is safe and stable, thinking about all resources and finding his goal to complete it.

Relaxed the truth and savored the message of the jade slip just now.

"The True God's Fist Book" can't help but complain, why does God add the word "true"? But don't be fooling people. This book of kung fu is related to your own survival problem, and you will rely on it on the road to happiness for the rest of your life.

The Juquan Tutor's will is divided into the first to the ninth level of martial artists: skin refining, blood refining, bone refining, liver refining, spleen refining, lung refining, kidney refining, heart refining, and the nine-level will of the punches are perfectly entered the martial arts realm. Each level of practice is different and layered.

The secretary of the boxing book shows that fighting evil spirits can quickly advance.

There was also a nine-story tower in my mind, standing in nothingness, appearing on the tower. The word "Chaos" is extremely mysterious and mysterious. Han Feng looked at it with his spirit for a long time without any results, but he had no choice but to give up.

Now I still start from scratch. Han Feng got out of bed and practiced the first stance according to the boxing score. He practiced slowly. After more than an hour of practice, his skin became hot, and the sweat on the surface was discharged from the body with a few black impurities.

Han Feng didn't know about other martial arts techniques. This technique was indeed mysterious. It was only more than an hour. Although the body had no strength, it could clearly feel that the body was light and its breath was slightly longer than before. The most important thing was that the residual medicinal power and poison were slowly refined in the body. Looking at the mirror, the blood-stained face appeared, and the strong were in a good mood.

Page 2 of the boxing book, martial arts is mysterious and can be created. Those who practice my way of life regard no birth and death as life, one punch confusing yin and yang, and one punch contradicts the universe.

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng." The crisp silver ringtone sound like a yellow oriole came from outside the door. Han Feng immediately opened the door. Outside the door, a lively and cute little girl, with a white goose face, a pair of watery eyes under her curved eyebrows, and holding two bags of paper wrap herbal medicine in her hand. She looked up at Han Feng with shiny eyes.

"Why are you here in Ningtong? Come to the house?" Han Feng took the medicinal materials from the girl's hand and walked into the house.

"It smells so bad, it smells so bad. How did Brother Feng stay in the room all day?" The little guy just stepped on the threshold and stepped out and sat on the stairs outside the door.

Han Feng's old face was a little uneasy, and he also sat beside the little girl. The little guy got up and sat down with Han Feng for a short distance. Han Feng's old face was gone this time.

Han Feng moved his butt and moved to the side of the little girl. As soon as the little girl got up, she was forced to sit down with a big hand pressing her little head.

"You can't kill you," Han Feng said in a somewhat vicious tone.

The little girl, Shui Lingling, had big eyes, and she was crying, as if she was about to rush out and said weakly: "Bad brother, bully the child."

Han Feng was shocked when he heard the words "Bad Brother". This was not a random cry.

"No sugar tell me why you came to deliver medicine today." Usually, it was the housekeeper or the second uncle who came. The uncle was a dark man who had been stationed on the border of the empire and rarely went home. He went home once a few years and would bring a gift to his nephew and nieces when he came home.

"My mother told Brother Feng not to ask Dad for medicinal materials anymore. Over the years, Dad has been buying medicinal materials with his and his brother's monthly payment." The little girl said angrily. The second uncle has two sons. The little girl's brother is Han Yun, one-year-old Han Feng, and his name also comes from here. The father's name is Han Linfeng. The old man casually said that when the wind and clouds match each other, he turned into a dragon, which determined the name of the second generation.
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