Chapter Fifty-Six

Thinking of this, Huang Fuhan couldn't help but sigh helplessly, because he had probably guessed that the patriarch of the Bright Bird clan couldn't have come to thank him. It is undoubtedly related to Bai Ze in his body. Moreover, the comers are not good.

After waiting for a while, the scorching spring came out, and she could be found to have a deep exhaustion on her countenance.

She said to Huang Fuhan with a little sorrow: "Come in quickly! Be careful." If the patriarch tells you about Bai Ze, you just don't know. ”

looked at the current expression of the hot spring, and listened to her words again. It also confirmed the guess in Huang Fuhan's heart.

Huang Fuhan took a deep breath, the more he should be calm at this time.

He smiled at the fountain with a special confidence on his face. Burning Spring hesitated slightly, but still followed behind Huang Fuhan.

What looks like a dilapidated house in front of you is actually an unfathomable place.

Huang Fuhan stepped into it, looking so calm and composed. Mu Tian had already told him that he should keep a peaceful heart even in the face of thousands of troops.

The house was dimly lit, with only strands of light flowing in through the cracks. But it is precisely because of this gloomy environment that Huang Fuhan has a solemn and solemn feeling.

There was the sound of a regular wind whistling ahead, and needless to say, it was the sound of the wings of the Bright Bird waving.

Huang Fuhan thought to himself, in fact, he still admired the pride of the bright bird.

Huang Fuhan stepped forward and entered the main hall.

Suddenly, a powerful spiritual power came to him. In an instant, he was out of breath.

I saw two rows of bright birds floating in front of them, and they raised their heads with pride. They exuded spiritual power all over their bodies, and the coercion just now came from them, snow-white feathers, and a bit of a gorgeous feeling.

The Bright Bird was suspended on both sides, Huang Fuhan and Burning Spring were at the door leading to the main hall, and Huang Fuhan was facing an old man.

The old man did not have the slightest aura of spiritual power on his body, but in this case, Huang Fuhan would never think that he was an ordinary human being, there was no doubt that the old man in front of him was the patriarch of the entire Bright Bird clan, and at the same time he was a guy with unfathomable strength.

The old man's sideburns were a little pale, but he didn't feel old at all, and his whole body exuded a righteous aura, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, with a bit of solemnity.

"You're Huang Fuhan, right?" The old man's words didn't have the slightest flavor or emotion.

Huang Fuhan knew that the old man didn't really want to ask himself if he was Huang Fuhan, it was just a beginning, the beginning of the conversation between the two. So he didn't report himself to the family, just nodded in response.

"My name is Pyro, and I am the patriarch of the Bright Bird. I know what you have done for my race, so speaking to you in my human form is the highest courtesy I can ever give you. ”

"Thank you for your respect for me. Huang Fuhan said. Because he was so sorry for himself, he also used the honorific title "you".

However, at this time, all the Light Birds present, including the Burning Spring, were very uneasy in their hearts. Because all the human beings who have seen the sorrow at this time are dead.

He didn't continue to chat with Huang Fuhan anymore, went straight to the topic, and omitted those useless nonsense, which is his style.

"Where is Bai Ze?"

His words were low, like a dragon that had suddenly awakened. In an instant, a cold tingling sensation came from Huang Fuhan's heart, and his brows were tightly knit and sweat couldn't stop dripping down.

But there was no aura of spiritual power on his body, that is to say, everything that Huang Fuhan received just now was just a momentum of the Buddha.

The momentum in the words alone requires not only extremely strong strength, but also a hard heart.

With only that one sentence, five words, Huang Fuhan was told an indisputable fact, that is: Here, you only have the share of being slaughtered!

A drop of sweat flowed from Huang Fuhan to the tip of Huang Fuhan's nose, I saw him smile slightly, his brows stretched, sweat dripping on the ground, and said, "What do you think?"

"You should know what will happen to you if it turns out to be the way I think!"

The words were still cold, still shocking Huang Fuhan, but Huang Fuhan had no fear at all, not because he reduced the pressure on Huang Fuhan, but because Huang Fuhan made himself stronger at that moment, this kind of strength is not an improvement in spiritual cultivation in essence, but an increase in momentum, which is the domineering spirit of the world.