As Han Xiaowu, who came through the country, naturally he had no emotion with this father, but at the last moment, he was tightly embraced by this father, feeling the trembling body, and the strong fatherly love that was transmitted, Han Xiaowu didn't know why, so he cried. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

To be honest, he felt it, he felt the unusually strong expectation that this father had for his son.

It's just that he is reluctant to put too much pressure on his son, this father has never shown anything, and Han Xiaowu can still be sure of this point according to memory.

When a person has his own fire, this fire is the fire of life, and if it is extinguished, then he will say goodbye to cultivation forever.

Therefore, the fire itself is nothing, it is not particularly precious, but Han Xiaowu's fire is more important to Han Zhen than his own life, if it were not for the fact that outsiders could not intervene after recognizing the Lord, Han Zhen would definitely not have watched his son's fire go out.

Fortunately, Han Xiaowu did not completely disappoint him, and the fire that was about to be extinguished finally burned again.

Looking at the father and son hugging each other, everyone present was also stunned, no one could have imagined that Han Xiaowu still had the ability to rekindle his fire, originally, in their hearts, Han Xiaowu did not have this ability.

For the fire that is about to be extinguished, let alone Han Xiaowu, even the few hall masters present have no ability to rekindle it, so it can be seen how strong the incredulity and surprise in everyone's hearts are.

"Good!" It seemed that he couldn't find words, and after being stunned for a long time, the voice of Qin Chuan, the master of the West Hall, sounded beside him.

"Humph!" Correspondingly, it was the cold snort of Li Jiangtian, the master of the South Hall, and it could be seen from his face that there was a trace of hatred hidden in the thick coldness, as if there was something unpredictable in it.

Those disciples of the South Hall, all of them were also unhappy, originally they all came to find pleasure with a sense of ridicule, but they never thought that in the end, Han Xiaowu, who was ridiculed by them, slapped him hard, this kind of thing, over the years, it was the first time that the North Hall had happened in front of the South Hall.

Accustomed to the weakness and incompetence of the North Hall, at this moment, it was naturally difficult for the disciples of the South Hall to accept such a fact, as if Han Xiaowu had really done something excessive to them.

Especially Huai Yu, this person's face was even colder, and he still made up his mind that as soon as Han Xiaowu left the Holy Flame Hall, he would catch up and teach him a good lesson, who would have thought that Han Xiaowu's fire had not been extinguished, for this, Huai Yu hated in his heart: "Damn it!" ”

As for the more than 20 disciples of the South Hall, who used to be disciples of the North Hall, their feelings were quite complicated, maybe they were used to being bullied when they were in the North Hall, and now they saw that the North Hall had a trace of resistance, even if the resistance was minimal, but they were still inexplicable, faintly giving birth to a sense of pleasure that had finally come out of the evil breath for many years.

"Xiao Wu, let's go back to the North Hall." After the gaffe, after cleaning up his mood, Han Zhen said.

Han Xiaowu nodded after putting the Yunhuo platform into the Qiankun bag.

"You three, go back to the North Hall too." Hearing the hall master's words, the only three remaining disciples of the North Hall hurriedly followed with excitement.

Looking at the people in the north hall gradually walking away, endless indifference flashed in the eyes of the south hall master Li Jiangtian, and after discovering the expression of the south hall master, Huai Yu on the side hurriedly stepped forward and whispered: "Hall master, you don't have to care, then Han Xiaowu can't awaken his demon treasure, he will always be a waste, as long as he has always been a waste, his father will always be heartbroken, and he will not have a good life."

Of course, if Han Xiaowu is lucky enough to awaken his demon treasure, then it is nothing, the demon treasure has just awakened, it is equivalent to a new disciple who has entered the hall, after a month of trial cultivation, according to the iron rules of the Holy Fire Hall, it is necessary to accept a baptism of the Holy Fire Hall, when the time comes, the hall master will let the disciple go up, the disciple is now a third-order mortal, and it is the most suitable for training the new disciple, Huai Yu promises not to disappoint the hall master. ”

Listening quietly, Li Jiangtian did not answer.

Huai Yu then said: "Don't worry, the disciple will keep an eye on him, as long as his demon treasure wakes up, the disciple will definitely come to report immediately." ”

The West Hall Master did not leave, and after hearing Huaiyu's words, he glanced at Li Jiangtian, and then, frowned slightly.

The North Hall of the Holy Flame Hall!

In the hall, Han Zhen, the master of the North Hall, looked at the four remaining disciples of the North Hall in front of him, and after a long time, he spoke: "Han Xiaowu, Mo Yu, Bu Feng, Zhao Chong, the four of you are by my side, you grew up together, and now there are only four of you left in the North Hall, you must remember that as long as we are here, the North Hall will never disperse." ”

Except for Han Xiaowu, who was still a little uncomfortable, the other three all clenched their fists tightly.

Han Zhen said again: "You all go, Mo Yu, you stay for a while." ”

Han Xiaowu and the three of them left the hall, and it was not until the hall door was closed that Han Zhen spoke: "Xiao Yu, you four are good brothers, in my eyes, you are all my children." Among the four of you, Xiao Yu, you are the oldest, and your cultivation is the highest, you have to work hard, maybe it won't be long before the burden of Beitang will fall on you. ”

"Hall Master..."Eighteen-year-old Mo Yu was a little surprised.

"Don't worry, I won't leave the North Hall at the moment." Han Zhen smiled and said, "Xiao Wu is already fifteen years old, and he always has to learn to grow up, and I can't protect him forever." If one day, I'm really gone, Xiao Yu, please take care of Xiao Wu, to be honest, Xiao Wu is already fifteen, even if he chooses the demon treasure to awaken now, I'm afraid there will be no chance to become a big weapon, he missed the best age to practice, alas..."

"Hall Master, the four of us are good brothers, no matter what happens in the future, Xiao Wu will always be my Mo Yu's third brother." Mo Yu said sincerely.

"Okay, in this way, I, as a father, can be regarded as a little at ease, and in the future, Xiao Wu should be able to live a relatively comfortable ordinary life under the care of your brothers." Han Zhen gave up, he had been looking forward to his son for many years, and it was time to be forced to let go, even if he was unwilling, even though he had a strong desire for his son to become a dragon, but there was no chance, his son Han Xiaowu was already fifteen years old.

If you miss the golden age of cultivation, even if you send Han Xiaowu to the Immortal Fire Gate of the dominant side, it will be useless.

"Alas... People always have to face reality, that's it, that's it. ”

Han Xiaowu outside the hall, listening to his father's last sigh, even if he had just crossed over, he couldn't help but be a little unwilling to admit defeat, after all, no matter when and where, meeting his father's expectations is something that every son dreams of trying to achieve.

"Missed the golden age of spiritual practice?" Han Xiaowu shook his head and said in his heart: "My cultivation golden age has only just begun..."

Originally, he planned to go back to the house first, but as a result, Han Xiaowu changed his mind, and he came directly to the tinder pond in the north hall, saying that it was a tinder pool, but in fact, it was a round, stone-built pool, and there were a hundred fire-holding platforms in it, all of which were unopened, and the shelf life of the tinder could reach a period of several decades.

There are not many disciples left in the North Hall, and no one will come to steal them, so there are no disciples guarding the room of the tinder pool.

Han Xiaowu decided to use it first, and then make up for it, after all, there are no new disciples, and these fires are also put away.

After putting a hundred Yunhuo Tai into the Qiankun bag, Han Xiaowu returned to his room, and when he came back, he found a piece of solid iron by the way.

The props needed are specially used to cultivate the spirit tripod of the demon treasure, which can withstand the burning of any mortal fire, and it was in the room before, so there is no need to look for it.

When everything was ready, Han Xiaowu took out his Yunhuo platform, put it under the Lingding and opened it, and the first-order mortal fire ignited and began to scorch the Lingding to heat.

Next, ordinary solid iron is put into the spirit tripod, because the real iron needs to be melted into molten iron.

Ordinary solid iron is heated by first-order mortal fire, and it is still very easy to melt.

After the real iron was put into the Lingding, in less than a moment, gas was already coming out of the Lingding, and gradually, the whole piece of solid iron was completely melted into molten iron.

Because Han Xiaowu had already confessed to the master with the black iron ball, so at this moment, he stretched out his hand, and the black iron ball flew over, and fell steadily into the molten iron in the spirit ding.

Goo-goo......

When the molten iron began to bubble, Han Xiaowu took out one by one the fire tables, released the fire in it, and let the fire wander on top of the molten iron, and after a while, nine hundred and eighty-one fires appeared in the spirit ding.

The green tinder, which was almost transparent, was beating, because without the protection of the fire-gathering platform, the tinder was rapidly consuming.

However, compared with the natural consumption, it is obvious that the consumption of the iron ball on the fire is more intense, and it can be seen that from time to time, there will be a fire that suddenly disappears, obviously, it is absorbed and eaten by the iron ball.

After the basic things are done, the next thing is to wait for eight hours of stew, and Han Xiaowu is also looking forward to what this ugly black iron ball called the Heart of Chaos will look like after awakening.

While waiting, after about three hours, the stewed black iron ball did not have any reaction, but there was a sudden knock on the door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Third brother, are you there? I'm Zhao Chong. Among the four brothers, Zhao Chong, who was only fourteen years old, stood outside the house and asked.

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