As a family with a seventh-order magister, the He family is also a small force in Jianghai City. At least, that's the case in this part of the South Side. Although in the eyes of some big forces, small families like the He family are just some goods that cannot be put on the table. But in the eyes of ordinary people, this is already a behemoth that makes them look up to the mountains.

Today, the street where He's house is located is bustling with activity. Because, today is the seventieth birthday of the old patriarch of the He family, and early in the morning, the He family is crowded with guests who come to congratulate them. Among these people, there are not only some merchants who live on the He family, but also people from other small families, and some grassroots officials in Jianghai City, but none of the relatively large forces have appeared. This is also normal, after all, the level of the He family can't contact those forces.

Mixed in the congratulatory crowd, Han Feng slowly walked into He's house. For today, he deliberately changed into a formal magician's attire, and also made a certain disguise for himself so as not to be recognized. There was a group of people standing at the door of the He family, it was He Shaolong and them. Of course, as the birthday star, the old patriarch of the He family does not need to stand here to greet guests. Therefore, the middle-aged man standing in the first place is He Shaolong's father and the current head of the He family - He Gejie.

They greeted the guests one by one, and exchanged a few words with acquaintances from time to time. When they saw Han Feng, they were all a little puzzled, because they didn't know anyone. However, after seeing Han Feng's dress and gifts, he didn't say anything, and let his subordinates lead him in with a few polite words. Han Feng was wearing a mage robe, he must be a magician, whether he knew him or not, it was not a bad thing to get acquainted with a magician. However, they didn't see that the moment they passed by, the corners of Han Feng's mouth showed a cruel smile.

"Father, who was that young mage just now?" He Shaolong felt that the person just now was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it, so he asked his father out loud. "Why do I think he's a little familiar?"

"Really?" He Gejie shook his head. "I don't know. However, if you look familiar, you must know someone you know. Maybe it's a descendant of your grandfather's friend or a disciple or something. Don't talk about it, there are guests here again, hurry up and entertain them. While the father and son were talking, another guest arrived, and the two were busy greeting the guests again, and soon left Han Feng behind.

Let's go back to Han Feng, under the leadership of the He family, he came to the He family's living room. said it was a living room, but Han Feng felt that it would be more appropriate to say it was a small square. Although the He family is not a big family, there is indeed no shortage of money. Therefore, the huge parlor is extremely richly decorated.

In the living room, a lot of people have already gathered, and people who are familiar with each other form small groups in twos and threes, chatting happily. Others are walking around, wanting to take this opportunity to expand their social circle. Han Feng, who was concerned about revenge, was not interested in this at all, he hid in the corner by himself and closed his eyes to recuperate, silently adjusting his state and suppressing his rising killing intent. And the others in the living room didn't have the heart to pay attention to this strangely behaved guest.

"Thank you, everyone, for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend the decrepit birthday party. For this, I am an old man, I am very honored!" I don't know how long it took, but the buzzing in the living room stopped, and an old and loud voice spread throughout the living room.

Han Feng opened his eyes and saw an old man in a big red robe, standing on the main seat and talking. Judging from the demeanor of He Shaolong and the people around him, this should be the old patriarch of the He family. Everyone's faces were full of joy, and the old man was even more smiling. The layman looks at the excitement, and the insider looks at the doorway! Han Feng saw more than that. He noticed that the elemental fluctuations were somewhat abnormal in the area of about three feet around the old guy, and they were a little stronger than other places. Moreover, in this range, the concentration of the wind element is much higher than that of other elements.

Wind Magister? It's good that it's not earth, otherwise it would be troublesome. Although the old patriarch of the He family is old, his strength has not fallen. Although he was also a seventh-order demon master, if he faced him head-on, Han Feng really didn't have the confidence to beat him. However, Han Feng didn't plan to face him head-on.

After saying a lot of polite words, the birthday banquet came to a climax, and the guests and juniors presented congratulatory gifts to the old birthday star. Han Feng also blended in with the crowd of gifts, slowly approaching. What he took out as a gift was the fangs of a Dark Ice Python that he had obtained in the Death Ice Field.

To say that this Xuanbing Giant Python is not simple, it really is a seventh-order demonic beast, and Han Feng also spent a lot of effort to get rid of it. The materials from the seventh-order demonic beasts are naturally extremely precious, and the fangs of the Xuanbing Python are even the best among them. The fangs of the Ice Python are very compatible with the ice attributes, making it an excellent material for crafting magic weapons. If you can find a good craftsman, with a little polishing and refining, you can make a superb magic weapon such as a dagger.

When Han Feng came out of the Death Ice Field and disposed of those prey, he kept the most precious part of it. What can be preserved by him is all a treasure among treasures. If it weren't for the fact that he was too hasty this time, he couldn't find any suitable gifts, and he didn't plan to send it out, so he was really reluctant to take it out.

"He Lao, this is a gift that our old man has carefully selected for you - deep-sea coral. A rich middle-aged man grinned and commanded his subordinates to bring in a giant coral that was more than three meters tall. "I wish He Lao Fu such as the East China Sea, and Shoubi Nanshan!"

"Well, the nephew has a heart!" He Wudi, the old patriarch of the He family, nodded with a smile.

"He Lao, this is a famous painting from the famous painter Tan Lian two hundred years ago, please smile!" "Okay, I have a heart." ”

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One by one, the guests sent their carefully prepared congratulatory gifts, and He Wudi also responded one by one, and the guests were happy for a while. Han Feng found that the vast majority of these congratulatory gifts were some expensive luxuries. Either all kinds of rare treasures, or some antique calligraphy and paintings, in Han Feng's opinion, these things can't be eaten or used, what use can they be. Suddenly, He Shaolong stepped out of the crowd, holding a document in both hands. "Grandpa, this is my gift to you. ”

"Oh?" He Wudi watched with interest, he had always had a lot of ideas when he found his grandson, and he didn't know what surprises he wanted to give himself this time. "What is this?"

"Back to Grandpa, this is a letter from Master Wang to his grandson. He said that his grandson had already passed his assessment and asked me to go over in a few days to prepare for apprenticeship. He Shaolong's tone was a little arrogant and a little complacent.

"Master Wang, could it be the Ice Master Wang?" He Wudi's face showed a little joy. "Good, good, good, sure enough, it's my good grandson. This thing is the best gift I've ever received this year!"

It stands to reason that He Wushu is also a magister himself, and his grandson should not be so excited to worship another magister as a teacher. However, He Wushu himself is a mage of the wind system, while He Shaolong is an ice type, and what he can guide is really limited. He has always felt sorry for his grandson's talent, but unfortunately he can't help him much. Now that Sun Tzu has the opportunity to worship an ice magister as a teacher, the chance of breaking through the magister is a little greater. If Sun Er can break through the Magister, the He family's status in Jianghai City will definitely rise.

Seeing He Wudi smiling from ear to ear, everyone also took the opportunity to send beautiful words. Tossed for a while. This little episode is the end. Although there were still many people in front of Han Feng, his patience had been exhausted, and he was unwilling to wait any longer.

"Elder He, I heard that you are celebrating your seventieth birthday, and my master specially instructed me to send you a congratulatory gift. Han Feng took out his fangs from his arms, walked out of the crowd and said loudly.

Looking at the fangs in Han Feng's hand, which were as thick as a forearm, the faces of the people present could be described as wonderful. None of the people present had a bad eyesight, and they didn't think that this fang would be inferior to those jewels that looked precious. On the contrary, anyone who has been in contact with the elements a little bit can feel the constantly fluctuating ice element near the fangs, and this fang is absolutely extremely precious.

After seeing the fangs of the Xuanbing Giant Python that Han Feng took out, He Wudi's face was not calm. A material like this has always been priceless in the market. If you find a craftsman to refine it, you can definitely make a superb dagger, just enough to defend your grandson. Didn't you see it, He Shaolong's face was already full of excitement.

After all, He Wudi is an old magician who has seen the world, and he is not as happy and angry as a junior. He coughed lightly, not rushing to inspect the fangs in the first place. "When people are old, their memory is not good. I don't know who the master you call is?"

"Don't you remember?" Han Feng took a few steps forward, closing the distance between the two sides again. "At that time, you also went to the training together!"

"Experience?" He Wushu lowered his head and muttered for a moment, he really couldn't remember that he had such a friend. He glanced at Han Feng, a little speechless.

"That's right!" Han Feng suddenly slapped his head. "My master said that if you really can't remember, just show you this thing, and you will remember. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and rummaged in his arms anxiously, and walked towards He Wuyi.

Han Feng walked closer and closer, until he walked in front of He Wudi, his hand still rummaging in his arms. Suddenly, he screamed and slowly pulled out of his arms. "Where? It should be here. Ah, I found it!"

Everyone was attracted by his sudden shout, staring at the hand he had withdrawn from his arms, even the people of the He family. At this moment, Han Feng suddenly attacked, and the hand that was originally holding the fangs shook it backhand, and stabbed at He Wuyi. It turned out that everything he did was to be able to get close to He Wushu so that he could take the opportunity to sneak attack.

A sudden fang, looking like it was about to be stabbed on He Wudi's body. A cyan layer of protection burst out from his body, blocking Han Feng's inevitable blow. The fangs pierced the protective layer, like a thorn on the decayed leather, making a soft "poof" sound, and it could no longer be pierced.

Han Feng raised his head and found that He Wuxian's expression was slightly proud. "Little one, you're still too tender. I haven't seen anything in decades. You're still early!"

"Really?" Han Feng smiled slightly, and instantly burst out with the power of a seventh-order magistre. On the other side, the five fingers of his hand were put together, and he was inserted into He Wuyi's heart. On the outer edge of the palm, a layer of ice magic that has been extremely compressed is encased. The protective layer that made the fangs return in vain, but there was nothing they could do about it, and they were stabbed through in an instant, and they couldn't even block it. "It's too early to say that. ”