Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

"How successful you are!" Yao Lao pointed at Wei Yang and asked Han Feng, "Let me ask you, what is his talent?"

"Uh." Han Feng frowned, hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Not bad, about the same as me."

Wei Yang stared.

You loser, how dare you compete with me?

Xiao Yan was also dumbfounded.

Good guy, you are so confident.

Yao Lao took a deep breath before nodding and said: "Okay, let's assume that you are about the same. Have you seen the fragments of Fen Jue, right? Ask Wei, if he dares to practice Fen Jue?"

Wei Yang shook his head directly, "I don't dare."

Han Feng immediately sneered, "You are a coward who doesn't even understand the principle of seeking wealth in danger. He has wasted his talent in vain. With such courage, his future achievements are destined to be limited."

"Haha." Wei Yang smiled casually at this, "Yes, yes, you are right."

Hearing this, Yao Lao laughed angrily and pointed at Xiao Yan again, saying: "The second time he swallowed the strange fire: Fallen Heart Flame, do you know that he almost died countless times? This process, as long as he lacks even A little bit of persistence and resilience, even a little mistake, and a lack of luck will result in failure and be burned to ashes by strange fire!"

"This kind of success cannot be replicated! Even if it were to happen again, ask Xiao Yan if he has the confidence to survive it again?"

Xiao Yan shook his head repeatedly, thinking of the two years he was trapped deep in the magma, he still felt a lingering fear and was full of fear.

Once again, Xiao Yan has no guarantee of success.

"But he got over it in the end, didn't he?" Han Feng said, narrowing his eyes and looking at Xiao Yan with jealousy.

Xiao Yan also looked at Han Feng without showing any signs of weakness.

The two brothers looked at each other, with undisguised murderous intent in their eyes.

In Han Feng's eyes, Wei Yang was okay. The one he was most jealous of was undoubtedly Xiao Yan.

Because Xiao Yan easily obtained everything that originally belonged to Han Feng.

As for Xiao Yan, he naturally didn't have any good impressions of Han Feng, a master-slayer disciple who had practiced the Burning Jue Fragments.

"You evil disciple, you really don't know the heights of the world, and you are so self-righteous that I don't bother to tell you any more." Yao Lao was so angry that he flicked his sleeves and turned around, not bothering to say any more.

He was completely disappointed with Han Feng.

Wei Yang and Xiao Yan also shook their heads.

Sure enough, it is easy to change a country but hard to change its nature.

People like Han Feng will never feel that they are wrong.

…

Night fell, and darkness completely enveloped the land.

The faint silver moonlight fell, covering the earth with a layer of silver gauze.

At the top of the cliff, the atmosphere is slightly depressing.

Wei Yang and Xiao Yan were silent, and Yao Lao didn't want to talk anymore.

Han Feng, on the other hand, suddenly became a little flustered.

His eyes slowly swept across the four people present.

Yao Lao put his hands behind his back and looked at the rising moon in the sky, with disappointment and dismay in his eyes.

Wei Yang lowered his head to drink tea, and so did Xiao Yan.

Ah Da, who was also in the soul body, looked at Han Feng with a sneer on his face, as if he was looking at a dead person, um, or food.

When he came into contact with this look, an inexplicable coldness suddenly filled Han Feng's heart, causing him to shiver.

So, he panicked a little.

Han Feng swallowed his saliva, his eyes averted, not daring to look at A Da, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan, not daring to say anything. Finally, he looked at Yao Lao.

"Well, my hometown, old, uh, senior Yao." Han Feng thought about his words and said bravely: "Since you refuse to recognize me as a disciple, then I, just, leave first?"

"Do it yourself." Old Man Yao didn't reply, but said coldly.

"Okay." Han Feng nodded repeatedly, turned around, and took a cautious look at Wei Yang and Xiao Yan. Seeing that they didn't seem to have any reaction, he felt happy.

He quietly came to the edge of the cliff and looked back. Yao Lao was still the same as before, but Wei Yang and Xiao Yan looked over at this moment.

When Han Feng saw this, his heart suddenly thumped.

However, what made him relieved was that Wei Yang and Xiao Yan just looked at him indifferently and had no intention of stopping him from leaving.

So, Han Feng tried to mobilize the power of his soul and condensed a pair of wings on his back.

Huhu~

As his wings gently flapped, Han Feng's soul gradually flew away from the top of the cliff, and then quickly swooped down toward the dense forest below.

On the way down, Han Feng couldn't help but look back at the top of the cliff.

After seeing that no one was chasing him, he couldn't help but show a look of ecstasy on his face.

He could not have imagined that the other party would actually let him go like that?

Are you stupid?

"Hehehehe, a bunch of idiots, actually let me go like that?"

Han Feng laughed in his heart and said, "Hahaha, just wait, after I pass the news here to the Soul Palace, I want you all to die miserably!"

"The old guy's soul body is enough to make the Soul Palace attach great importance to it. Oh, there is also a Dou Zong level soul body."

"Wei Yang, Xiao Yan? Huh, when the time comes, I will torture your two souls to the fullest in return, hehehe~"

…

On top of the cliff.

Wei Yang watched Han Feng's figure gradually disappear into the dark forest below, and looked at Yao Lao.

"Teacher?" Xiao Yan also had a look of anxiety on his face, staring at Yao Lao nervously.

He was really afraid that Yao Lao would be soft-hearted and let Han Feng go.

This is something Xiao Yan cannot accept.

Not to mention whether Han Feng's departure would bring danger to himself, Xiao Yan couldn't bear the fact that Han Feng knew about the Burning Jue Fragments.

Yaolao stared at the bright moon rising in the sky, speechless for a long time.

Just when Xiao Yan was getting more and more anxious.

"Alas~" Yao Lao sighed deeply, and his whole back became rickety, as if he had grown older instantly.

He turned around and looked at Wei Yang and Xiao Yan, the three of them looked at each other.

After a moment, Yao Lao's body slowly floated up, and finally turned into a stream of light, which penetrated into the simple ring worn on Xiao Yan's finger.

"I'm tired. I'll fall asleep for a while. It's nothing important, so don't disturb me." A slightly complicated voice echoed in the ears of Wei Yang and Wei Yang.

"Teacher, but..." Xiao Yan spoke anxiously, but Wei Yang stopped him with a look in the middle of his words.

Then, Wei Yang looked at Ah Da and seemed to be talking to himself: "Since that Han Feng has nothing to do with Senior Yao, he is a stranger...a stranger, and still a weak soul. It is very dangerous to walk alone in these dark mountains and forests."

Ah laughed, stood up, bowed and replied: "Yes."

"Yes." Wei Yang nodded, picked up the tea cup and sipped lightly.

As for Ah Da, as soon as his figure moved, he disappeared in an instant.

There was only a vague black shadow, vaguely, quickly chasing Han Feng in the direction he left.

When Xiao Yan saw this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly sent a message secretly: "Mr. A Da, I want Han Feng to disappear completely. Please, Xiao Yan will be rewarded generously in the future."

Uh-huh!

The blurry black shadow flashed into the dark forest and disappeared completely.

But there was a gentle echo that quietly penetrated into Xiao Yan's ears: "Hey, hey, don't worry, Xiao Xiao, I can guarantee you that from now on, there will be no Han Feng in this world. There is a word, It’s called: Ashes to Ashes.”

Xiao Yan felt relieved after hearing this. He picked up the teacup, gestured to Wei Yang, and said softly: "Brother Wei, thank you very much."

"Thank you, I didn't do anything." Wei Yang pretended to be confused.

"Haha, I'm thanking you for the tea." Xiao Yan replied, "The tea is good, and the person who makes the tea is also good."

"Oh, you said tea." Wei Yang nodded, "The tea is indeed good, but it's a pity. Once it is drunk into the stomach, it will be completely digested very quickly, and it will be completely gone, not even a trace of it will be lost. No trace can be found.”

"Well, this is indeed a pity." Xiao Yan nodded.

In Najie, Yaolao's soul body seemed to have fallen into complete silence at this time.

Only a faint sigh, as if silent, seemed to have sounded.