After seeing the people of the Heavenly Flame Mercenary Group leave, the old man sighed lightly, turned to Han Feng and said, "My lord, please come with me." ”

Han Feng looked at the old man deeply, nodded slightly, and then left behind the old man.

In Han Feng's heart, it is not as calm as it seems.

"I didn't expect that there was such a master hidden in this psychedelic workshop, if my estimate was correct, that old man should at least be a strong spirit king. ”

Han Feng followed the old man up to the top floor of the auction hall through another passage, and was finally led into an elegant living room by the old man.

As soon as he entered the living room, Han Feng found at a glance that the owner of the psychedelic workshop, Leng Yanhong, was sitting quietly on a big sandalwood chair, and it seemed that he had been waiting here for a long time.

"This lord, we meet again!" Leng Yanhong said softly with a shallow smile on her face.

Han Feng smiled slightly, didn't speak, and walked straight to the big sandalwood chair opposite Leng Yanhong and sat down.

The old man who led the way didn't follow up, and after Han Feng entered the living room, the old man gently closed the door.

Looking at Leng Yanhong's beautiful face exuding a mature charm, Han Feng's heart was as calm as water, and he smiled lightly: "Master Leng Fang, I have already shot the Flame Bow, please ask if you can hand over that bow to me now." ”

Leng Yanhong smiled lightly and said softly: "Don't worry, this lord, please wait a while, they will be able to send that Flame Bow here soon, you know, no one can pick up this bow, we can only rely on the teleportation array to send the Flame Bow here, it will take a little time." ”

Han Feng was extremely shocked when he heard this, the teleportation array, doesn't it take a formation king to build, could it be that this small psychedelic workshop actually has the existence of a formation king, although Han Feng was shocked in his heart, but he didn't show it, he nodded slightly towards Leng Yanhong with a calm expression, and no longer continued to speak, but sat on the sandalwood chair and waited quietly.

Looking at Han Feng, who was sitting on the chair with his eyes closed and completely treating himself as air, Leng Yanhong couldn't help frowning slightly, and finally showed a trace of dissatisfaction on his beautiful face full of mature charm, hesitated slightly, and said softly: "This adult is really hidden, I don't know who it is?"

Hearing this, Han Feng's heart moved, and he smiled: "I am from a remote town in the Canglang Empire, and I have always made a living from business, so I don't mention it." ”

Subsequently, Leng Yanhong and Han Feng chatted in the quiet living room, but almost every word Leng Yanhong asked was inseparable from Han Feng's identity.

Han Feng is a human being, not a fledgling boy, although Leng Yanhong used clever words to inquire about Han Feng's identity from all aspects, but the final result made her very dissatisfied.

Because she only took out a lot of useless things and useful news from Han Feng's mouth, there was no one.

Looking at the trace of annoyance in Leng Yanhong's expression, Jian Chen, who was sitting opposite, also laughed secretly in his heart.

Just when the two were chatting energetically, the entire living room suddenly shook slightly, Han Feng was shocked, he didn't know what was going on, and then he turned his eyes to look at Leng Yanhong, and found that this woman was sipping tea with a calm expression, and his nervous heart calmed down a little.

After the shock, Han Feng found that the stone platform in the center of the living room suddenly emitted a faint golden light, and simple lines appeared on the ground, which looked extremely mysterious.

Han Feng was shocked in his heart, and began to carefully observe the lines on the ground, smoothing out a series of formations, and slowly, he found that this was actually a teleportation array.

After a while, a five-foot-3-inch long, the back of the bow was as clear as jade, the ears on both sides of the bow were turquoise, the place where the bow handle was placed was jet black, and the entire bowstring was golden, and the exquisitely constructed bow was presented in front of Han Feng.

"My lord, this is the flaming bow you photographed, but this bow does not belong to you yet, you must be able to take it in your hands to truly belong to you, if you can't successfully pick it up, we will not return this 1.2 million gold coins to you. Leng Yanhong said softly.

Han Feng didn't listen to what Leng Yanhong said at this time, his eyes stared at the flaming bow placed on the stone platform in the center of the living room, like a pervert meeting a beautiful woman, with a scorching light in his eyes.

Leng Yanhong glanced at Han Feng, and her heart was even more annoyed.

After a while, Han Feng came back to his senses and asked Leng Yanhong softly, "Master Leng Fang, can I go to this flame bow now!"

Leng Yanhong replied angrily: "You go and get it!"

Hearing this, Han Feng immediately stood up, and ran slowly towards the center of the living room, his body full of fat swaying in the run, and Leng Yanhong suddenly felt extremely lost.

After a while, Han Feng ran to the stone platform, stood in front of the stone platform and carefully observed the flaming bow again, and found that there was nothing peculiar about this bow, so he reached out and touched the flaming bow.

Suddenly, this flaming bow emitted a fiery red light, and a crazy soul power transmitted from the flaming bow into the sea of consciousness in Han Feng's brain.

"Ah......h

Han Feng was in great pain, and he shouted, feeling as if his entire brain had been drilled in half. Moreover, the pain of the spiritual will is a hundred times and a thousand times stronger than the pain of the previous forging body!

Han Feng felt that his brain was almost unable to withstand the power of this violent soul, and it was about to explode.

Han Feng clenched his teeth tightly, his face was drenched in cold sweat the size of mung beans, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and a trace of blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth, so you can imagine how much pain he was enduring it.

At this time, because Zhihai was invaded by the power of the soul from the outside world, Han Feng gradually changed back to his original appearance.

Leng Yanhong, who was sitting on the sandalwood chair, saw the scene in front of her, and her heart was extremely horrified, and a pair of beautiful eyes almost jumped out, after all, this phenomenon had never appeared before, and Han Feng's disguise technique was something she had never seen before.

After a while, Han Feng felt that his headache was slightly reduced, and there was inexplicably more than 800 people's soul power in Zhihai, and among these more than 800 soul powers, there was also Leng Yanhong's soul power, which also meant that the life and death of these more than 800 people were all in Han Feng's thoughts.

"Whew!" Han Feng exhaled lightly, and bursts of ecstasy welled up in his heart.

At this time, Leng Yanhong, who was sitting on the sandalwood chair, hurriedly stood up, ran quickly to Han Feng, knelt down on both knees, and shouted respectfully: "Leng Yanhong see the master!"

"Get up, don't do this big gift when you see me in the future!" Han Feng said lightly, and after speaking, he gently lifted the flame bow, feeling a scorching breath coming from the flame bow, and then continued: "Sister Leng, my name is Han Feng, and I am from the Han family in Wind Thunder City. ”

"Young Master Feng, please wait here for a while, and I will immediately call Old Li and them to come and meet you. ”

"Okay, I'll wait for you here," Han Feng replied lightly.

After all, Han Feng also wanted to see the true strength of the Psychedelic Workshop.