I have a magic pot

Xian'er blinked her beautiful eyes and nodded.

"Yes."

Han Feng's face suddenly turned black, and the corners of his mouth twitched, feeling like he was being regarded as "mentally retarded".

Shouldn't the great monster with the blood of ancient beasts be bound by countless iron chains as thick as buckets, covering the sky and the sun at every turn, and shaking the earth with a roar?

You actually told me that the blind, broken arm, crippled old man in front of me is an invincible super monster of the same level?

Han Feng felt that his world view had collapsed.

Do all the big monsters like this now? If the other monsters of the eighth heaven are similar to the old man in front of him, Han Feng wants to shout at them.

"I want to hit ten!"

At this time, the old man had already arrived in front of the two of them, and his cloudy one-eyed looked Han Feng up and down for a while.

The old man took the initiative to ask.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

"Uh...my name is Han Feng."

Although Han Feng felt disillusioned after seeing the real face of this big monster.

But out of politeness, he still responded.

The old man nodded.

"Well, my name is 'Yin Zun', why are you looking for me?"

"Silver Zun."

Han Fengxin said that this name is quite stylish, but it's a pity...

He hesitated in his heart, whether he should explain his reason for coming.

After all, looking at the other party's appearance, it is estimated that it will be difficult to survive this winter.

However, before Han Feng could speak, Yin Zun stared at Han Feng's one eye, and suddenly a faint light flashed.

Immediately he shook his head and said.

"Born with a weak pulse, the muscles and bones are so weak, it seems that someone has given chronic poison to the bone marrow.

Tsk tsk...Little baby, your aptitude should be regarded as the most trash among the masters of the Demon Refining Pot in the past. "

"I rely on...!"

When Han Feng heard this, he suddenly had the urge to be rude.

I was ruthlessly despised by an old man who was "absent from heaven and earth" and couldn't even walk steadily.

Han Fengxin said, if it weren't for your age, I would knock you down in minutes, believe it or not.

Seemingly aware of the unconvinced look in Han Feng's eyes, the old man said with a dry laugh.

"Looking at your situation, you probably want to ask the old man for advice on the art of body training, so as to quickly improve your strength and expel toxins from your body at the same time?"

Hearing this, Han Feng's expression changed slightly.

The other party actually guessed his intention in just one sentence.

Think back to what the other party said just now.

"Born with disabled veins, weak muscles and bones, and poison into the bone marrow", all of them are correct.

From the beginning to the end, the old man just glanced at himself.

Han Feng was a little suspicious, and said to himself, could this old man be the type to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?

Half-believing, Han Feng nodded and said.

"That's right, this junior has encountered some troubles in his cultivation, and would like to ask the old gentleman for guidance."

Han Feng smiled and had a great attitude.

However, Yin Zun waved his hand and said.

"Giving advice... I'm not interested, your talent is too rubbish, I don't want to waste time teaching you.

Besides, you are the master of the Demon Refining Pot. If you become stronger, it will not do me any good. "

After all, Yin Zun turned around.

He took out the blood-red ball in his sleeve, continued to lie on the sand, and played with marbles.

Han Feng's eyelids twitched from Yin Zun's anger, this old guy is really irritating.

They yelled "garbage" one after another, whoever can change it can bear it.

Han Feng took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and prepared to let Xian'er take him back.

Even if the improvement of cultivation base is slower, it is better than being angry with this old guy.

Furthermore, Han Feng also expressed deep doubts about the strength of this Silver Lord.

Han Feng was about to turn around and leave, but Xian'er at the side grabbed him and comforted him softly.

"Master, don't be as knowledgeable as him. This guy has this temper, but when it comes to strength, he is not weak."

When Han Feng heard this, he questioned it.

"Xian'er, do you think he looks like a master?

What kind of big monster can grow into this honor, at best it is just a "remnant monster"! "

"Pfft...!"

Xian'er couldn't help covering her mouth and started laughing, but then she shook her head and said.

"Master, looking at people is the same as looking at things, you can't just look at appearances.

Do you know why he became what he is now? "

Han Feng was taken aback when he heard the words, and subconsciously said.

"He is so arrogant, probably because he was beaten by the crowd?"

Xian'er laughed again.

"You could say the same.

In fact, the number of monsters that were sealed on the first floor back then was the largest, numbering in the millions.

Although their cultivation base is not high, they are all extremely vicious and extremely cruel existences. When these monsters gather together, they will naturally kill each other.

And Yin Zun was the big monster who survived to the end. Ninety percent of the millions of big monsters died in his hands. Tell me... how strong is he? "

Chapter 132 Game Literacy

"what……!"

Hearing Xian'er's story about Yin Zun, Han Feng, who was originally disdainful, couldn't help being dumbfounded and stunned.

"Millions of monsters, one person kills [-]%!"

If he didn't know that Xian'er would not deceive him, Han Feng would not believe it even if he killed him, such a shocking thing would happen.

According to what Xian'er said, demons of different levels are imprisoned in the Nine Layers of Heaven and Earth, but monsters on the same level must be of similar levels.

However, Yin Zun managed to kill nearly a million beings of the same level with his own power, but he only had a broken arm and a lame leg, and one eye was missing.

Han Feng didn't know how strong the other monsters were, but he knew how to compare them.

For example, the current self can also easily defeat opponents of the same level, but at most he can deal with seven or eight beings of the same level at the same time.

Once besieged by more than ten masters of the same level, the situation will be dangerous.

If there were hundreds or thousands, Han Feng might be torn to pieces before he even had time to shout "help".

As for the massacre of millions of people... It is estimated that even if these people stand still and let Han Feng kill them, Han Feng will die of exhaustion.

"This... This guy is too perverted."

Looking again at the Yin Zun lying on the ground, playing the marbles seriously, without the demeanor of a master, Han Feng knew.

I judged people by their appearance just now, this guy is definitely a super ruthless person!

"Xian'er, how can I get him to help me?"

Xian'er spread her hands and said helplessly.

"Master, I don't know about this, unless you are stronger than him and can force him to do things for you.

Otherwise, you can only figure out your own way. "

Hearing this, Han Feng felt a little troubled, this Yin Zun was obviously not a good talker.

However, knowing that the other party has such unfathomable means, Han Feng naturally does not want to miss this opportunity, and wants to get some benefits from the other party.

After a little hesitation, Han Feng still had the cheek to come to Yinzun with a warm smile on his face.

"Hey...Senior Silver."

Yin Zun didn't bother to talk to him at all, just cared about himself, pouted his ass and played with himself.

Han Feng was not angry either, he knew that capable people would have a strange temper, so he said with a cheeky flattering smile.

"Senior, this junior has admired you for a long time, and my admiration for you is like a surging river, endless!

Today I finally got to see my face, it's really my luck.

You see, when we meet for the first time, I have time to prepare some gifts, or...you give me something? "

Han Feng said something, but Yin Zun didn't even lift his eyelids.

Still unwilling to give up, Han Feng continued to sycophant, trying his best to flatter him.

His mouth was almost dry, and finally Yin Zun responded with a sentence.

"I don't want to talk to trash!"

"I……"

Han Feng's mouth was almost twisted in anger, and he wanted to perform a set of "beating the old man violently".

But after considering Silver Lord's glorious record, he resolutely gave up the idea of ​​dying.

Seeing that Yin Zun was still concentrating on lying on the ground, playing with marbles.

Han Feng had no choice but to squeeze out a smile.

"Hey...Senior Yin Zun, you are boring by yourself, how about I play with you?"

Originally, he ignored Han Feng and used his butt to face Yin Zun.

Hearing this, the one-eyed light suddenly brightened, staring at Han Feng suddenly.

"You...you can also play marbles?"

"Cut... what's so difficult about it, I can play this when I wear crotch pants."

Yin Zun immediately became excited.

"Okay, okay...then come and play with me!"

Seeing the drastic change in Yin Zun's attitude, Han Feng felt something was going on, and immediately picked up a blood-colored round bead on the ground.

The ball was hot to the touch. Although it was small in size, it was extremely heavy. A small ball weighed at least a dozen catties.

If it weren't for Han Feng's current cultivation level, he might not be able to play this game.

Although it was a bit unrequited, but in order to make Yin Zun happy, Han Feng also lay down on the ground and played with marbles.

and.Hanfeng also took the initiative to formulate the rules of the game.

A small hole is dug in the sand, and the two are launched at the same distance.

The marbles go into the holes and then attack each other.

After hearing the rules, Yin Zun was very pleasantly surprised and nodded repeatedly.

Immediately, a bloody world, one old and one young, lay down on the ground and started the pinball contest.

Xian'er on the side watched the two play with great interest.