Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

Han Feng looked at Wei Yang with suspicion in his eyes, not believing Wei Yang's lies at all.

"Why are you pretending to be here?" Han Feng smiled and said, "I guess you must have heard about Fen Jue by chance before, right?"

"You have the Black Sun Burning Sky Flame, and now you have my Sea Heart Flame. And you also know the whereabouts of the Qinglian Earth Heart Fire and the Fallen Heart Flame. With your strength, I believe it is not very difficult to get them."

"That adds up to four kinds of strange fires!"

When Han Feng said this, he couldn't help but shook his head with emotion and said: "You have also seen the incomplete version of Fenjue. It took me decades of hard work to research and figure it out. But unfortunately, it is still not complete. Yes, but it doesn’t matter if you practice. I can testify to this, because I am practicing this.”

He said with a hint of temptation in his tone: "Are you not tempted? As long as you modify Fen Jue, the four kinds of strange fires are enough to upgrade Fen Jue to the quasi-heaven level, and even the real heaven level is not impossible. !”

"And as long as you devour the vast pure energy contained in the four kinds of strange fires, you can reach the peak of Douzong or even Douzun. It's basically a no-brainer."

"How about it? As long as you swear that you will let me go, I will tell you in detail some of my thoughts about Fen Jue and my experiences in cultivation. I have also studied Fen Jue for dozens of years to understand these insights. Years ago, I just realized it not long ago, and I haven’t had time to record it yet. With these new insights, this incomplete version of Burning Jue will be even more complete."

"Furthermore, I will also tell you the location of the ancient secret realm where Fen Jue was discovered, and whose hands the complete version of Fen Jue is in..."

Han Feng kept chattering, but...

"Noisy!" Wei Yang frowned and waved his hand with some impatience in his heart, directly imprisoning him, making him unable to move. Even if he wanted to send out thoughts, he couldn't do it and was blocked.

After doing this, Wei Yang took a breath, suppressed the inexplicable irritability in his heart, put a sarcastic smile on his lips, and said: "The complete version of Fen Jue, I don't need you to tell me, I know Wherever it is, it’s in the hands of Master Yao.”

When Han Feng heard this, his eyes moved, and a very bad premonition suddenly passed through his heart.

Wei Yang continued: "Do you know why I want to keep your soul? Because there is an old guy who begged me to try my best to keep a trace of your soul. He said that he wanted to kill you with his own hands."

Looking at Han Feng's gradually shrinking pupils, Wei Yang grinned, revealing his bright white teeth, which seemed to glow with a cold light in the slightly dark secret room, "Have you guessed it? Yes, that old guy, Named: Yao Chen!”

"Not only is he not dead, but he has also accepted a closed disciple, oh, the young man in black with the inner fire of Qinglian Earth that you saw before. He has practiced the complete version of Fen Jue!"

"Are you surprised? Don't worry, there is more."

"And I can be considered half of Yaolao's student."

"So, to a certain extent, I can be considered half of your junior brother."

"Is it surprising?"

Wei Yang smiled, his smile was bright, but the chill in his smile was clearly revealed, "I killed you, drained your soul and destroyed your body, and I was ordered to clean up the family... So, you understand Really? Senior brother!"

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to introduce myself, my name is: Wei Yang!"

…

When Wei Yang's words fell on Han Feng's ears, they were undoubtedly like a bolt from the blue.

His pupils shrank in vain to the size of needle tips, and the uneasiness that had been hidden deep in his heart slowly spread to his entire soul, making his entire soul tremble with chills, like falling into an ice cave.

In an instant, his heart was filled with despair.

That’s it, that’s it!

Everything is explained.

The old guy is not dead and has accepted a disciple?

Has he been hiding in the dark and staring at himself?

This time the Fallen Heart Flame exploded, did he fall into a trap that had been set long ago?

…

Han Feng glared angrily and tried hard to move his mouth, trying to make a sound, but even his thoughts were blocked.

Seeing this, Wei Yang snapped his fingers and released the restraint on his mouth, "Now that you know the answer, what else do you want to say? You'd better think about it before you speak. If you still talk nonsense, I won't give you anything more." A chance to speak.”

"He, he, where is he?" Han Feng asked with a trembling voice.

"Who? Master Yao?" Wei Yang raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly.

Hearing the name of Lord Yao, Han Feng's emotions fluctuated even more violently.

He seemed to be resentful and fearful, saying: "Yes, where is he now? I want to see him!"

"What are you doing seeing him?" Wei Yang smiled, but said: "He is very busy now, helping his precious apprentice refine the Fallen Heart Flame. I guess he doesn't have time to talk to you for the time being."

Hearing this, Han Feng was immediately burned by the raging fire of jealousy in his heart and completely lost his mind. He shouted hoarsely and sharply: "Baby apprentice? Refining the fallen heart inflammation? The complete Fen Jue? Haha, haha. Ha ha……"

His voice was stern, with a sense of desolation, as if he had suffered great grievances, and he yelled: "Why? Why?"

Glancing at Han Feng who seemed to have lost his mind, Wei Yang couldn't help but tease: "Is there any problem with this? He was framed by you and lost his body. He relied on the cold fire of the bone spirit to protect his soul, hid in the ring, and escaped Void was lucky enough to escape with his life. Then because of his weak soul, he slept for decades before finally waking up."

"He was living in a small, remote place. In order to be resurrected, he re-selected his disciples. For this reason, he secretly tested his character for several years before he barely passed the test. Now, what happened to the complete version of Fen Jue that was passed down?"

Han Feng's eyes were completely filled with resentment at this time, and he roared hoarsely: "Back then, if that old guy hadn't been jealous of my talent and unwilling to teach me the complete technique, how could I have killed him? How could I have ended up in the dark? A ghost place like Jiaoyu, where even Zhongzhou doesn’t dare to go back?!”

"You." Wei Yang was speechless when he heard this. He couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "What an exquisite egoism! You are also very narcissistic. Are you jealous of your talent? It makes me laugh to death. You are at the peak of rank nine Dou Zun. We are only half a step away from being a semi-saint, so why are you jealous? Also, why do you act like they owe you, but you never think about your own problems?"

"My problem? What problem can I have? Why isn't he jealous of me? I am his only direct disciple, the closest person, why won't he teach me the complete Burning Technique?" Han Feng yelled.

"With your kind of mind, if Yao Lao had really taught you Fen Jue back then, he would have harmed you." Wei Yang shook his head, "Even someone as steady as me would not dare to touch Fen Jue, why do you think you can do it? Is it because you have a big face? Sometimes, you should look for your own reasons."

"If you ask me, Yao Lao should have taught you the Burning Technique back then, and then watched you die, burned to the point of being burned by the strange fire, so that you wouldn't have to come out and embarrass yourself!"

"You even look down on me?" Han Feng shouted sharply: "Who do you think you are? You are just a registered disciple. No, you are not even a registered disciple, you are only half a registered disciple. What qualifications do you have to look down on me?! "

"Fuck, did I give you face?" Wei Yang was angry and slapped him in the face.

boom!

Han Feng was knocked to the ground by the slap.

Wei Yang stood up, stepped forward, and stepped on his face hard. The sole of the shoe rubbed lightly, making his whole face distorted. He looked down at him and said coldly: "I guess. What? I will tell you today what I am. Listen, my name is Wei Yang!"

"Why can't I look down on you? Do you think you are excellent?"

"A scum who kills his master, an incompetent thing. At least I have a lower limit than you. At least, I am a human being, an upright person who knows how to be grateful! But you are just a beast, no, you are a fool who is worse than a beast!"

"A good hand of cards, but in the hand of a fool who beats it to pieces."

"I came from a small place, a very ordinary mercenary family. I lost my parents when I was six years old, and I was helpless. From an orphan and a child with a yellow-level advanced martial arts, I have reached what I am today. Why can't I look down on it? you?"

"I am twenty-two years old this year, a five-star fighting emperor! In terms of combat power, I can single-handedly kill you in your heyday, so why can't I look down on you? Huh? Trash!"

"I am a spiritual soul! What about you?"

"Do you know that you are really useless in my eyes? A useless material, worse than a useless material! Mud can't hold up a wall, that's what I'm talking about!"

"They are all over fifty years old, not to mention childish in their thinking, and they are only at the peak of Dou Huang, and have souls in the late mortal realm. So, what are you proud of, and where does your sense of superiority come from?"

"What am I worth? I can kill your half-registered person with one hand!"

"Now, your life or death depends on my thoughts, and I can make you unable to live or die. Do you understand?"

"Woooooooo..." Han Feng's entire face was deformed and twisted, he made a hesitant sound, and his face was extremely ugly.

Wei Yang's words were like a sharp knife, piercing into his heart.