System: The Master who disappeared for 10 years is back

"Give me in!"

With a loud roar, Han Feng exhausted all his strength, holding the spiritual staff in both hands, aiming at the opening of the hole, and inserted it to the end.

The entrance of the blood god crystal stone is located on an extremely hidden altar, and the entrance, like a key hole, has been waiting for the arrival of the key.

Now, with the entry of the spiritual rod, the altar also reveals its unique power.

A towering column of blood rose from the ground and rushed directly to the sky. Even the chain barriers arranged by the cold wind could not support his strength, and he was directly crushed into a bloody flower.

However, a second before the clothes touched the blood column, a big hole was split in the middle, and finally flew back intact, and put it on Han Feng's body.

Want me to crack?

snort!
Great, you did it!
After receiving the sound transmission from the spiritual stick, Han Feng left here in a flash, and traveled through the space to the edge.

After confirming that there was nothing to do with him, he pursed his lips, jumped back on his toes lightly, and flew out from the gap in the crumbling chains.

"Um, why are they all here?"

As soon as he came out, Hanfeng felt that his mind was several times clearer, and he was more sensitive to the perception of spiritual power and blood.

As if just swimming out of the water, the perception of oxygen is so smooth.

"Why are you staying here? I've finished everything I asked you to do?"

The sudden sound made a group of highly nervous blood clansmen feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy. One by one, they directly took out their magic weapons and guarded the blood ancestor in the middle, with sharp eyes and very vigilant.

Hanfeng blinked, stretched out his hand and grabbed the former from the group of people, and his figure also walked out of the space:
"It's done?"

Seeing this mysterious man, the Blood Ancestor nodded fearfully in his heart, and then pointed to the sea of ​​blood beside him: "What's going on here?"

Han Feng turned his head and glanced: "After all the chains are broken, this sea of ​​blood will be back to normal."

"Next, shouldn't it be time to talk about the things between us?"

The Blood Ancestor's face froze, but he soon returned to normal, with a slightly embarrassed expression: "I did this wrong, and I apologize to you."

Hanfeng smiled: "It's not that you did something to me. What's the use of apologizing to me? Where did you arrange for the two of them? Take me back to see them."

"it is good."

The blood ancestor nodded, hesitated for a moment, explained the existence of the cold wind to the group of cronies in front of him, and after reducing their hostility, he took the former back to the interior of the blood ancestor clan in a teleportation array.

And before these cronies left, they were all scattered by the Blood Ancestor to sit in different places.

It is said to be in charge, but in fact, if something goes wrong, there is no other way than to notify the blood ancestor, isn't it?

"Little Eleven, Xuan Ming, I'm back!"

The cold wind walked into the small yard prepared by the blood ancestor, and as soon as he entered, he smelled a strong smell of roast chicken.

"Oh, it smells so good! What are you eating?"

From hearing the sound, it seemed that the three people who were eating in the courtyard showed different expressions.

Little Eleven seemed to have been squeezed out of his blood, his whole body looked like only skin and bones, the kind that would shatter if touched lightly, when he heard the sound of the cold wind, he suddenly felt wronged like a big baby. crying crazily.

Xuan Ming didn't change much in expression, but he replied respectfully: "Roast chicken."

As for the third person, he showed more doubts. He was very vigilant at first, but when he saw the brother behind him making a few gestures, he stopped and wanted to activate the formation.

The cold wind grasped the pulse of Xiao Shiyi's right hand, felt it carefully, squinted his eyes slightly, and turned his head to look at the blood ancestor behind his eyes.

The latter was walking slowly with his head down, thinking about how to explain it. He originally wanted to guide the drop of blood out of his body, but for some reason, he just couldn't get it out.
In desperation, he finally used the secret technique, but accidentally smoked too much, and almost died without blood, and then the current situation occurred.

Then he felt the gaze of death, and stopped in his tracks with a jerk.

Han Feng withdrew his gaze, rummaged through the storage bag for a long time, finally took out a petal, and fed it into Xiao Shiyi's mouth, guiding that power to digest in his body, and the power filled into his body.

Strength and blood were slowly recovering, and Xiao Shiyi's face gradually changed from pale to full of flush.

During this long period of time, Xuan Ming and the blood ancestor's younger sister continued to sit aside and eat the roast chicken earnestly, without even the slightest intention of inviting the blood ancestor.

"Well, it's delicious." ×2
Blood Ancestor: I am air, you are busy with your own business, don't worry about me.

I'm leaving, I don't bother!
However, the healing speed of the cold wind was much faster than they expected. Just after eating two chickens, the healing here was over.

"Master."

"I know, don't talk, just rest for a while, and these chickens are much more vigorous than the outside ones. You can also eat some first, which will help you recover."

"Yes."

The cold wind sniffled, and suddenly felt that he was a little... blunt?

And
"Googling."

My stomach growled.

The next moment, Han Feng changed clothes for himself. The white black clothes turned into a full white shirt, with short denim underneath and a straw hat on his head.

There is also a dog's tail grass in its mouth.

"Are you the younger sister of the Blood Ancestor?" Han Feng asked softly, "Hello, I am Han Feng."

"Hello."

The former didn't care too much about the difference between the cold wind and them, nor did he care about his own image, and he didn't even wipe his oil-stained hands, and directly reached out to shake the latter.

The cold wind with a little cleanliness suddenly had the urge to cut off his hands and change them again.

"Your sister is really pretty!"

Han Feng pulled the blood ancestor next to him with one hand, put his legs together, sat cross-legged on the ground, and wiped all the oil stains on his clothes with his hands.

Sister debt brother pays, all right?

Taking the roast chicken that Xuan Ming handed over, he took a deep breath
what!It smells so good!

Pull off the chicken leg, put it in your mouth and chew it, the meat is soft and glutinous, leaving a strong aroma in your mouth, full of heat, especially this roast chicken is brushed with a layer of sesame oil,

Therefore, the more you eat, the more delicious it becomes, the more you eat, the more numb it becomes, and the more you eat, the more you want to eat it. In the end, the whole chicken is eaten, and the aftertaste is endless.

I'm not full, I want more.

Seeing what he meant, Xuan Ming handed over two more. This time, Han Feng distributed one of them to the Blood Ancestor:
"together!"

"I also have a share?" The latter froze for a moment.

"If you don't want to eat, then give it to me." Han Feng blinked and stretched out his hand with a smile.

"Yes, eat! Of course!"