"There was no scar left, and I don't know what ointment he used. ”

The news reached the ears of Long Zhi, a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall.

Long Zhi was even more surprised.

Not only him, but the outer disciples and elders of the entire Southern Heaven Sect, as well as the heads of the three main peaks, were also extremely surprised. Who wouldn't be surprised that such a thing had never happened before.

Along the way, there were disciples running in the direction of the challenge platform, ready to watch people fight.

At this time, Han Feng's appearance was no longer comparable to the competition of the disciples of the main peak.

Today is the day when the Scripture Pavilion opens, and Han Feng doesn't want to see the excitement, he just wants to go to the Scripture Pavilion.

After arriving at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there was no one inside, and everyone went to see the excitement.

If there is no one, it is exactly in line with Han Feng's intentions.

The guard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is an old man, and everyone usually calls him the White Fang Daoist.

Han Feng saluted first, then handed in the identity tag, and then went in.

I've been looking for ancient books in the Scripture Pavilion, but Han Feng didn't find any ancient books related to combat techniques.

He guessed that the ancient books of combat techniques and techniques were all upstairs.

Because the intern disciple can only enter the first layer, he can't go up now.

At this time, a voice came from the gate of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

"The old thing with white teeth, I haven't seen you for a few days, isn't it like every three autumns. An obscene voice came.

The White Fang Daoist was immediately unhappy, and shouted: "You little brute, if you dare to come here to steal things, the old man will definitely cramp you into the oil pot." ”

"Master, how could I steal it, right? ”

"Fuck off. ”

Their conversation made Han Feng see the appearance of the person who came.

The person who came was a fat man with a lot more width than height, like a pumpkin or winter melon that could walk, which made people impressed after seeing it.

The fat man looked like he was in his teens, and he was not as tall as the little tiger, but he was fat enough to fit two little tigers.

On top of that, this person was actually wearing a tight-fitting robe, and he was dressed very uniquely.

The young fat man also saw Han Feng and walked over to look at him.

The fat man's eyes are not big, but he looks like a thief with a lot of eyebrows.

"Where did you come from? Why haven't I seen you. The fat man asked.

"I'm an intern and just arrived. ”

The fat man was still a little confused, and suddenly sniffed everywhere like a dog.

He shouted out suddenly: "How can there be the smell of refining medicine Zhenyan here." ”

Obviously, the golden light of the golden beads, this fat man can even feel it.

"Do you have a true flame?" the fat man stared at Han Feng.

The golden light is hot to the extreme, and the fiery to the extreme is the true flame.

Han Feng didn't expect this fat man to be able to smell something unusual on him, and the first members of the main peak didn't notice it at the beginning, but they were actually discovered by this guy.

The fat man was very nervous, approached Han Feng and whispered: "Big brother, you tell me the truth, I think you have something like Zhenyan." ”

"That's impossible, I'm just a trainee disciple, and I still want to have Zhenyan? Han Feng didn't admit it.

"My nose is quite smart, I can smell it, don't lie to me. ”

"Your nose must be out of order. ”

The fat man nodded and said, "Okay, you don't have it, then I'll find someone to identify it, Elder White Fang, this person has a real ......."

He was just about to shout, but Han Feng hurriedly punched him and shouted: "Okay, okay, don't shout, there is something to discuss." ”

"Hehe, I'll just say you have, I've never had a nose break. The fat man said with satisfaction.

"You have two. Han Feng resisted the urge to beat up this fat man here.

Elder White Fang walked over and said angrily, "You little fart monkey, shouting nonsense, Lao Tzu is something you can drink around?"

"Uh...... Elder, I've been practicing treble lately......"

The fat man thought about it, but he still didn't say anything about Han Feng's Zhenyan.

"Fuck you, shout again, I'll break your legs. The White Fang Daoist scolded and left.

But after taking two steps, the cunning old thing turned around and asked, "Little fart monkey, what did you just say he had?"

The fat man was in a hurry and shouted, "Elder, I said that she has true qi. ”

Han Feng smiled secretly, laughing at this fat pig-like fat man, his brain turned quite fast.

The White Tooth Daoist was immediately angry, and a big-eared scraper was thrown on the fat man's face, and shouted: "What about Lao Tzu, right? Who is really angry, I want you to fart?

With that, he left.

The fat man with no skin and no face was slapped in the face, and a blood mark appeared on his face, and after he watched the back of the white tooth disappear, he scolded and said, "Old Zamao, you wait for the master." ”

Han Feng was speechless and was about to turn around and leave.

The fat man grabbed him and said, "Don't leave yet, I want your help, use your true flame to help me refine something." ”

"I'm busy, I don't have time. ”

"Old man with white teeth, this guy ......" The fat man is about to shake out Han Feng's secret again.

"Okay, okay, Lao Tzu will help you. Han Feng reluctantly agreed.

The fat man took Han Feng to the back mountain of Nantian Sect.

In the past, you could always see disciples in the back mountain, but today there is none. Today, those disciples all went to the challenge platform to watch the excitement.

Han Feng said: "Boy, I can help you, but you have to keep my Zhenyan matter secret for me, don't tell the second person." ”

"Don't worry, I'm a person who abides by the rules, how can I talk nonsense. ”

"In addition, you give me another six hundred spirit stones as a reward. ”

Unexpectedly, the fat man didn't blink his eyes, and said without feeling distressed at all: "Little meaning, then it's decided." ”

At this time, Han Feng was a little curious about what he was going to refine, but six hundred spirit stones were not a thing.

Arriving in a hidden cave, the fat man took out what he wanted to refine.

It looked like a hammer, but it had spikes on it, and if it were to hit someone, it would bleed.

The fat man pointed to the faint black mist around the tip of the hammer and said, "There is a black mist here, which is controlled by the mind left by the previous owner of this hammer. I must remove this black fog, or the hammer will never be of my use. ”

Han Feng was also surprised. I was amazed that the previous owner of the hammer must have been so powerful that he was able to leave control of the mind on the weapon. It can be inferred that this hammer must also be a powerful weapon.

However, in the end, whether the true flame turned into the golden light of the golden beads could remove the black mist on it, Han Feng didn't dare to say that it would definitely be possible.

"Can True Flame be refined?" Han Feng asked.

The fat man nodded again and again: "It must be possible, things like Zhenyan are representatives of masculinity, and they can destroy dark evil things, they must be able to." ”

Han Feng then turned into a true flame, which instantly increased the temperature around him a lot.

"Wow, this is really strong at first glance. "The fat man is satisfied.

He put the hammer on the true flame and calcined it.

There was a faint scream from the black mist, as if unwilling to be removed.

"This black fog has some doorways, and it seems that it will take a lot of time to get rid of it completely. Han Feng said.