Wen Zizheng smiled slightly and looked at the next scene: "Does the Qinxin girl know this son? If that's the case, I'll let the Qinxin girl go once for the sake of his face."

After the next scene, the pleasant voice sounded again: "That Qin Xin thanked Wen Gongzi, I played a song for Wen Gongzi to express my gratitude" She didn't say she knew, nor did she say she didn't know, but it was also considered to be a relief for the cold wind.

In fact, the young monk was also a disciple of the Dongyang Sword Sect, and he had a very good relationship with Wen Zizheng.

This Wenzi has long had a love for Qin Xin, and today he is doing this to attract Qin Xin's attention and to vent his anger for the young monk. Now that his goal has been achieved, it is natural to send Qin Xin a favor, and this one called Hanfeng will have a chance to teach a lesson in the future.

Wen Zizheng was overjoyed when he heard that Qin Xin was going to play a song for himself.

After the curtain sounded, Wen Zizheng looked back at the cold wind and said, "For the sake of the Qinxin girl, I spared you once today, and the next time I see someone from my Dongyang Sword Sect, it's best to walk around."

Where Han Feng has been sitting, from the beginning to the present, this surnamed Wen has been completely condescending, and he is like a prey to be slaughtered.

At this moment, this surnamed Wen said that he wanted to spare himself for the sake of a woman's face, and Han Feng smiled slightly and said, "You have something wrong with your brain, right?"

In a word, the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end. Wen Zizheng was stunned on the spot. Everyone looked at the cold wind in puzzlement.

Wen Zizheng didn't understand that this young man called "Cold Wind" dared to talk to himself as a hundred sons of Great Xia.

It was the first time that the others had heard of the name "Cold Wind", and they had no reputation in the cultivation world, so why did they dare to do so?

Wen Zizheng said coldly: "Do you dare to take my challenge?" finally won a trace of favor in front of Qin Xin, and now he was beaten into hell by a word from the cold wind.

Han Feng calmly asked, "Is it good for me to accept your challenge?" He didn't want to duel with someone for no reason.

Everyone smiled bitterly, what kind of person is this, challenging in the cultivation world is about dignity, if you don't have the Dao heart to defeat everything, how can you continue on this path of cultivation? Generally, as long as a monk challenges himself, even if he knows that he is invincible, he will fight with all his might. And this teenager actually asked for benefits from the people who challenged him, completely subverting their cognition.

Fumiko was surprised by what kind of person he had met, but he still said, "What benefits do you want?"

"A hundred high-grade spirit stones," Han Feng said briefly,

Wen Zizheng almost cursed and sweared, this cold wind was so old that he was so scared to death that he only consumed a dozen high-grade spirit stones a year: "You don't dare to accept the challenge, so you are so open-mouthed, right?"

Everyone on the second floor also broke out in a cold sweat, this young man called "Cold Wind" was really the master who couldn't talk anymore.

"If you don't have a spirit stone, just be afraid," Han Feng said indifferently, then took a sip of tea and ignored Wen Zizheng.

Wen Zizheng was furious, thinking that he had met such a ridiculous person, if he hadn't been in the Lingbao Merchant Pavilion now, he would have already gone up to split this young man. But now he is not confident enough to do whatever he wants in the Lingbao Merchant Pavilion.

But now he has no steps to go down, so he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I will definitely raise a hundred high-grade spirit stones in three months, and you dare to fight in the Immortal Pavilion Duel Arena in three months."

Hanfeng immediately said: "Then I, Hanfeng, will accept your challenge"

Seeing that he had accepted the challenge, Fumiko also turned around and left, returning to his café.

The eyes of everyone looking at Han Feng became strange, and Han Feng was puzzled, but he didn't want to pay attention to it, and tasted his tea again.

After the curtain of the interval, Qin Xin said at this time: "As soon as you enter the Immortal Pavilion Duel Arena, you will decide life and death regardless of the cause" She deliberately said it to Han Feng, and she was also very puzzled why Han Feng would take over the duel in the Immortal Pavilion Duel Arena, a hundred high-grade spirit stones are precious, but it is not worth fighting with her life. How did she know that Han Feng didn't know that she would fight to the death when she went to the Immortal Pavilion Duel Arena.

When Han Feng heard this, he was shocked, it turned out that this Immortal Pavilion Duel Arena was a battle of life and death. This Wenzi is just the black heart, and he wants to put himself to death. looked back at Wen Zizheng, his eyes were full of disgust.

The sound of the piano after the curtain sounded again, and the cold wind continued to taste his own tea, listen to his own music, and no longer pay attention to Wen Zizheng, afraid that he would not succeed with his own style.

And not long after, Wen Zizheng and the young monk left, probably wanting to get those hundred high-grade spirit stones as soon as possible, and then finish off this ugly cold wind in the Immortal Pavilion Duel Arena.

Not long after Wen Zizheng left, Leng Feng came to the second floor of Xishen, walked directly to the opposite side of Hanfeng and sat down, picked up the tea set and poured a cup by himself, and then asked, "How is this Xishen?"

Hanfeng nodded and said, "Big brother, this place is really good, can I come often in the future?"

Leng Feng smiled: "As long as you have spirit stones, big brother welcomes you at any time"

When Han Feng heard this, he also laughed. But the conversation between the two made the people in the nearby tea house hear it, and their hearts set off earth-shattering waves.

They naturally knew the cold wind manager of this Lingbao Immortal Pavilion, and this young man called "Cold Wind" actually called him eldest brother. Thinking about one is called Cold Wind and the other is called Cold Wind, could it be that these two people are brothers?

What kind of character is the golden Lingbao Immortal Pavilion Leng Feng, who used to be the fourth son of the hundred sons of Great Xia. Although he is now over thirty years old and has withdrawn from the ranking of the hundred sons of Great Xia, when it comes to the cold wind, the Great Xia cultivation world is all amazed at his talent against the sky.

If this cold wind is really the brother of cold wind, then Wen Zizheng may not be able to please anything good this time.

On the way, the two chatted while walking, and Leng Feng told Han Feng that he had prepared another hundred high-grade spirit stones for him. Leng Feng asked: "I heard that you and Dongyang's Wenzi are going to have a decisive battle in the Immortal Pavilion Duel Arena" Everything that happened to Xishen Leng Feng naturally already knows.

"Yes, I want to get some spirit stones to use, and I can't always use your spirit stones for nothing," Han Feng said jokingly

"He is one of the hundred sons of Great Xia, so you are not afraid of dying in his hands," Leng Feng asked

"It shouldn't be a problem to save your life," Cold Wind grinned.

"Now that you've made a decision, Big Brother doesn't have anything to say, if you can win Wen Zheng this time, Big Brother will reward you with my own housekeeping exercises" Leng Feng said with ulterior motives.

"Is it the Soul Shifting Immortal Formula?" Han Feng looked forward to taking a look at Leng Feng very much, because he heard Sister Xianyin say that Leng Feng's Spirit Shifting Immortal Recipe was a must in the cultivation world.

"Not bad," Leng Feng said contemplatively, and Han Feng didn't know what he was thinking.

In the evening, after the cold wind and the cold wind used the delicious food made by the fairy sound, they came to the manor to admire the moon.

With the bright moonlight, the fragrance of flowers in the garden, and the dreamlike piano music, Hanfeng feels that he is in an extremely real fairyland.

Han Feng unconsciously closed his eyes, and entered another world with the sound of the piano, and at this time, the Tianchong Spirit in his body actually produced a trace of Yuan Qi power into his mind.

A blood-colored world appeared in his mind, a group of masked people were slaughtering a group of people, this group of people was familiar and unfamiliar with the cold wind, one by one they were ruthlessly slaughtered by the masked killers, and the cold wind's heart was faintly painful.

In particular, I saw a young man who was pierced by a sword, and his bones were gone, blood burst out, and the cold wind was surrounded by a heart-piercing sadness.

The cold wind opened his eyes violently, and the black eyes turned red, giving people a ruthless and cold feeling.

Xianyin also sensed the change in the cold wind, and quickly stopped stroking the qin and asked, "Cold wind, what's wrong with you?"

The cold wind shivered, and when he came to his senses, his red eyes turned black. Just now, he had a terrible thought, he wanted to break those masked killers into pieces.

I turned around and saw that Leng Feng and Xianyin were looking at me with concern: "I fell asleep just now and had a terrible dream"

Xianyin and Leng Feng glanced at each other, worried in their hearts, they clearly saw Han Feng's terrifying red eyes.

Leng Feng said: "It's not early, go back and rest in the cold wind"

"Yes, big brother, I'll go back" and then Hanfeng went back to his room

After the cold wind left, the cold wind said: "What's wrong with him, is there something wrong with him who forgets his feelings?"

"Forgetfulness has never been in such a situation, it's really a special child," Xianyin said confusedly

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