The predecessor of Han Fengguang's aura was the Hongjun Yuan God who was trapped in the stone tablet of the underworld, and later because Han Feng continued to get treasures such as Allah's divine thoughts, Rulai Buddha Heart, Jizo Lingzhu and Ruyi Golden Crystal, he was finally in his own sea of knowledge.

The small universe operates automatically, and the cosmic energy generated between its celestial bodies is light aura.

This is not only a more powerful existence than Hongjun Yuanshen, but also because the small universe will never stop, so the light and spiritual energy will continue to flow and never be exhausted.

This is Han Feng's strongest confidence in fighting against the Great Tribulation of the World.

However, everything in the world is always contained. The biggest natural enemy of spiritual qi is the light aura on Chen Dan's body in front of him.

How can I say that the two are compared

Han Feng's light aura is like the best driver in the world, and his spiritual aura is the traffic police who are quietly guarding the streets!

Without traffic police, drivers can be lawless; And without drivers, the traffic police also lose the need to exist.

But under normal circumstances, the traffic police will not stop the driver. And unless the driver has a short circuit in his head, he will never want to provoke the traffic police.

Therefore, the two sides are just a pair of contradictions, not enemies who have to live or die.

However, Han Feng's aura was unknown to even his closest wife and children, but he was told by "Chen Dan", and the crazy brother was horrified in his heart, and he was beyond words! I feel like I'm walking down an alley infested with thieves with a winning ticket in my arms, but I'm being pointed out, and I'm feeling apprehensive and terrified!

"The layman doesn't need to be in a hurry, the poor monk just knows. What's more, after this farewell, there is only one last chance to see the layman, and the poor monk will return to the Lord like the Buddha. This opportunity will come to an end. And the survival of the Three Realms is only in the thoughts of the laymen. ”

"Chen Dan" still smiled faintly, as if telling something that had nothing to do with him:

"The soul of the poor monk will choose the master, although it has the power to shake the heavens and the earth, but there is no unprovoked killing heart, so the layman can rest assured, and he doesn't have to go through a lot of scheming to repeatedly take the school exam for this poor little girl."

Han Feng also smiled faintly, looked at her quietly, didn't say a word in his mouth, but he had already scolded in his heart!

"You're meowy! If it weren't for your spiritual qi that threatened Lao Tzu's precious little life, and even the light aura couldn't resist it, do you think Lao Tzu was 'Qingxue Brew' drank too much, and he had nothing to do to trouble my Dandan?! ”

"I'm rubbing, rubbing, rubbing! If it weren't for the fact that your spiritual qi has always made Lao Tzu scratch his head, and has been hanging on Lao Tzu's head like an untimed bomb, how could Lao Tzu be willing to embarrass my Dandan baby and desperately want to pull out the fuse of this bomb? ! ”

Well, even though I know that the crazy brother has not succeeded yet, I can't deny Han Feng's love for his little life, right?

It's just that this so-called "poor monk" didn't seem to see what Han Feng was thinking, and said to himself:

"I know where you come from; And where I came from, the layman wants to come and have a final conclusion. Since there is fate, the poor monk doesn't mind revealing one more sentence. ”

Han Feng narrowed his eyes.

"Xinguang is a family. Stick to the Three Realms, there is no self and no other! ”

"Layman, this opportunity has come, and I hope that when he arrives at my old home, he will renew his relationship with the layman."

"Amitabha, the layman is self-respecting, and the poor monk is gone."

Listening to this "poor monk" playing and singing to himself, Han Feng was finally annoyed, but he also knew that the strong were respected, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end. It wasn't until Chen Dan's little body slumped down and was tightly hugged by Xiao Jin who was guarding him that the crazy brother smiled and said:

"Gone? Walk slowly, don't send it! ”

What is the origin of this possessed "poor monk", Han Feng has already guessed eight or nine, and where the so-called "old residence" is, the crazy brother naturally knows it. Since it didn't cause any harm, it should be over, but in Han Feng's heart, he still scolded this sudden "poor monk" for being bloody!

"You know everything, but you don't tell Lao Tzu, how can this spiritual qi be used by me, how can it be combined with Lao Tzu's light and spiritual energy, why are you deliberately making it bad? Or is it deliberately pretending?! ”

After this trip, the crazy brother finally understood: the best way to dissolve the threat of qi is to take it into his own sea of knowledge, refine it in the small universe, and form a more powerful light aura!

It's simple, but how?

It's like everyone knows the idea of the atomic bomb, but not everyone can build it.

Before finding the safest and safest way, the test of Chen Dan must continue, otherwise the ghost will know when and where the last relationship with the "poor monk" will be. Perhaps, by then, Lao Tzu's grave grass will bloom!

Originally, the crazy brother also wanted to ask how to integrate the heart and light, but in front of the "poor monk", he felt that his heart was very empty, just like when he was a child, he smashed someone's window and went home to see his mother. It is precisely this strange feeling that makes the crazy brother only dare to slander in his heart, but he does not dare to ask.

Forget it, so far, that's the only way to go! As for the "knight ambush" link that Arthur had already planned, it was completely dispensable. And seeing Chen Dan's weak appearance, the crazy brother was also very distressed. Instead of that, it's better for everyone to end up and go back to drinking and chatting!

What's more, there is still a public case that has not been resolved.

Han Feng smiled self-deprecatingly, and his gloomy gaze seemed to pass by the ducks without care.

London. Heavenly Demon City.

The round table of the Knights of the Round Table still shines brightly under the light of the colorful gods. But next to the table, which once symbolized equality, protection and justice, today there is only one figure sitting majestically. All the rest stood in the hall, holding their breath, as if waiting for the verdict of fate.

Han Feng suddenly felt a little bored, so he asked Dong Yu to beckon Xiao Dao and Xiao Drunk, and got out the private collection of "Beihai Whitebait" and "Qingxue Brew", eating and drinking, while looking at the crowd in front of him.

The only one who has the identity to drink at the table is Li Qiuhan.

Even Merlin, the "Demon King of Europe", consciously stood below because of his guilt, not to mention the descendants of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.

Far away from them are Han Feng's guards.

Xiaodao and Xiaodrunk only cared about adding wine and food, Dong Yu firmly occupied the position closest to Han Feng, Hu Xian'er and Hu Ximei also recovered their bodies, but their identities could only be behind Dong Yu, and they couldn't get to Han Feng.

Further back, there is the Bearman Guard, led by the WindClan patriarch George and Degaloff. All of them have majestic bodies, bright axes, chest and belly, standing tall. A purging of iron and blood, soaring to the sky!

Today, they are destined to be just a guard of honor for their masters.

Well, actually, the guards have always been honor guards. This point, whether it is the "Gate Master Guard" of the Heavenly Gate or the Bear Man Guard of the Wind Clan, it is always the same.

Because Han Feng never thought that there was anything else that could be used against them.

In the midst of the knights and guards, beside the large round table, knelt Xiao Jin and Chen Dan, as well as four trembling ducklings, and a little yellow duck that looked cute and cute,

They had been kneeling on the cold stone floor of the Heavenly Demon City Hall for five hours.

Han Feng didn't beat or scold, just drank with Li Qiuhan without a drink, and didn't even turn his eyes. It seems that the people standing around are not subordinates with flesh and soul, but a group of pottery terracotta warriors and horses that are inferior to the Yin soldiers of Qinling!

The middle finger brother didn't know why, but he also drank to the bottom, and he didn't ask a word.

In fact, with the insight of this Tang Dynasty emperor, he didn't know that his year-old friend wanted this effect

Nima's is not drinking to hold an annual meeting, this is the rhythm of the execution hall!

Xiao Lizi has not killed anyone, nor has he never been killed, and he used to be the king of the Tang Dynasty, so he hasn't taken this small scene to heart.

What's more, what does Han Feng really want, and who can stop it?

Who would dare to stop it?!

The "North Sea whitebait" from the bottom of Lake Baikal is indeed delicious, and even after eating it for so long, Li Qiuhan does not feel tired of it at all. Moreover, the Kunlun faction's secret "Qingxue Brew" is indeed worthy of its reputation, even if he was about to drink his tongue wide, Li Qiuhan didn't feel a little drunk.

But the thousand-year-old human spirit is still a little sober

Who wants to beat their children in front of outsiders?

The meaning of me sitting here is not that I am a torture hall host?

From the beginning to the end, from the severity of the punishment to the degree of execution, Han Feng was handed over to me. Even when the book is finished, it is the end, Han Feng has full authority to himself. For the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, who had not held great power for a long time, it was simply a private opportunity to realize his dream!

Of course, everything is subject to Han Feng's will

"Oops," said a word in the silent hall, which seemed silent except for munching on wine, after a full six hours. Li Qiuhan rubbed his stomach, rubbed his handsome cheeks again, and began to vomit the smell of wine:

"What's wrong with you, Kim? Why are you kneeling here? ”

Xiao Jin wants to cry without tears, why have I been kneeling at your father's feet for a long time, and now I see it?

"I, I" Li Qiuhan asked again, but everyone knew that Xiaojin was answering his father Han Feng, so naturally he didn't dare to talk nonsense.

"I saw my sister and wife kneeling, so of course I had to accompany her."

Li Qiuhan was happy, and thumbs up:

"Good boy! Have the demeanor of our Chang'an man! I know that I love my wife, it's good! ”

Xiaojin was encouraged, and before he had time to be happy, he heard Li Qiuhan's tone change:

"Well, that's good. Then you just go on your knees! ”

The tone of the authentic Tang Emperor is much more impressive than that of Han Feng, a halfway monk! casually said, so that Xiao Jin didn't even have the courage to speak, so he had to look down at the duck in front of him with hatred:

Lao Tzu, why are you here?!