No matter who he faces, Leng Feng has always used this way of speaking to talk to people, but he doesn't realize what is wrong with his tone.

He evolved from the Heart Mantra and had a great desire to become stronger, so that he had no concept of some other things except thinking about cultivating immortals.

If the original cold wind still has a trace of nature, now with the incarnation of Yu Chengfeng and his separation from the master-son relationship, he has also completely become a cold wind.

"Then how am I going to talk to you. His words were still so cold.

Han Han shook his head helplessly, and examined the cold wind again in his heart.

"You just have to listen to me. Han Han thought to himself, when he met a fool, it would be good to let him do things for him, why do you ask so much

On this day, the cold wind stood by Hanhan's side until dusk.

The sunset shines obliquely, elongating the shadow of all things. There were fewer and fewer people coming and going in the square, and seeing that there was not a single weapon sold today, Han Han couldn't help but be disheartened, and his mood was naturally bad.

He pointed to the weapons placed on the ground and shouted at the cold wind

"Pack up these weapons and go back. ”

Leng Feng nodded, and loaded the weapons on the ground one by one onto the wooden cart behind Han Han. Han Han thought that the sledgehammer would not be able to pick it up in the cold wind, but he didn't expect him to hold it in his hand so lightly and put it on the wooden cart.

Seeing that the cold wind had such strength, Han Han's originally lonely mood suddenly improved a little, and said coldly

"Is it moving?"

In Hanhan's eyes, Leng Feng is just an eight- or nine-year-old child, if he can't pull a wooden cart full of weapons, Hanhan will not be strong.

Leng Feng just nodded, grabbed the corner of the wooden cart with one hand, and said coldly

"Lead the way. ”

Han Han locked his eyebrows, the weapon of this cart, Han Han had to pull it with two hands, but this young man pulled the handle with one hand.

One afternoon, Han Han was also hungry, so he simply didn't care so much, if it was a motor trolley pulled by the cold wind, let him pull it.

Immediately, Han Han walked in the direction of home, and when he saw that Leng Feng could easily pull the scooter with one hand, Han Han was shocked in his heart, and was more happy. This young man has this kind of strength, it seems that he will not need to spend more energy in striking iron in the future.

After following Han Han for nearly half an hour, they came to the outskirts of Fishhead Town.

There are only a few families in the vicinity, and the houses are not built side by side like in Fishhead Town, and each family is far apart. Especially in Hanhan's house, others are reluctant to get too close to him, because the iron is dirty, and it often makes annoying noises.

In front of me is a house made of yellow mud, with crooked wooden doors, and some places have been eaten by ants and insects, which is very simple.

On the side, there is also a smaller house. Han Han came to the door of this smaller house with a cold wind, took out the key and opened the door, and said

"Go ahead. ”

The cold wind was pleasant, pushing the cart into the small house. He took a closer look at the room, where there was a furnace in the middle, and beside it was a large iron pier, and against the wall were many unformed weapons.

When he saw these unformed, Leng Feng was shocked in his heart and asked

"When can you teach me how to refine weapons?"

For these most ordinary weapons, Leng Feng didn't know where it came from, so he thought that those unformed weapons were the tools refined by Han Han.

After a busy day, Han Han was already very tired, and was asked by the cold wind, and said impatiently

"Eat, eat first, the weapons haven't been sold out, what are the new weapons used for?"

Leng Feng locked his eyebrows, not knowing what Han Han meant by what he said, thinking that he was torturing him about refining weapons. So Leng Feng asked uncertainly

"What are the weapons for?"

Han Han only felt that he couldn't communicate with the young man in front of him, so he let out a long breath and walked towards the main room.

Leng Feng stood in place, constantly thinking about the question just now.

"Come in. Han's voice came from the main room, and the cold wind woke up from his contemplation. As he walked towards the main room, he couldn't help but mutter, and he frowned

"What the hell is it for?"

Han Han is nearly 50 years old, always single, every day he gets up early to make the day's meals, and comes back in the evening to eat leftovers. At this moment, he was sitting on a small stool, holding the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, pointing to the cupboard next to him

"Go get the dishes yourself. ”

Leng Feng stood at the door and never stepped in, he shook his head slightly, and said

"I don't have to eat these things. ”

After his soul body advanced to the realm of the gods, he could feed on the aura of heaven and earth, and he didn't need to eat the fireworks of the world at all.

Han Han looked at the dishes on the table next to him, and there were only two small dishes to deliver, so he thought that Leng Feng was a picky eater. So he glared at Leng Feng and said

"Starve you. ”

Leng Feng didn't say a word, he stood by the door, and he didn't ask until Han Han finished eating

"Can you teach me alchemy?"

Han Han turned around when he cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and complained to the cold wind, saying

"Refining, refining, I'm tired today, how can I refine, I'll talk about it tomorrow, I have to wash and sleep!"

After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Han Han walked towards a room in the house. From beginning to end, the cold wind stood at the door, until Han Han's whole body was drenched.

"What are you doing standing there? I said that I would practice again tomorrow, and if I was tired, I would sleep in the room next to me, and close the door before going to bed. ”

Han banged his sore back with his backhand and walked to another room.

The lower the sun, the more incompatible it is with the shadow of the distant mountain. A dim light shone in the room, stretching the lonely figure of the cold wind. He was still standing there, not knowing what he was thinking, and now he seemed more willing to stay there.

When night falls, the cool breeze is gentle, and you can't help but smell the sound of insects in the quiet night.

The cold wind moved, looked into the distance, closed the door casually, and walked to the blacksmith next door.

He walked around the blacksmith a few times, guessing a few times, and did not know what the use of the furnace and the big iron pier was. Then he stared at the weapons hanging and lying on the wall one by one, and touched them with his hands, but found nothing unusual.

After a long time in the blacksmith room, he finally walked out of the door, jumped onto the roof, sat down cross-legged, and began to meditate.

The aura around here was not so abundant, so he simply focused most of his energy on the underworld instead of absorbing the aura.

In the soul body, the ten swords rotated in opposition to each other, sprinkling the soft light of the Dao Dao onto the fertile soil of the world. From time to time, the swastika flashes with light, giving people a feeling like a heartbeat. The Taiji diagram on the fertile soil also appeared from time to time, the Netherworld Flower was in the center of a world, it was originally black, but as it absorbed the spiritual power in the cold wind body during this time, the color seemed to have changed slightly.

Leng Feng hadn't noticed this before, but at the moment, it still made him a little puzzled.

Next to the Netherworld Flower, there is a Bodhi, but the Bodhi has not changed, although it was born in the cold wind soul body, but it was not affected by the fluctuations of the soul body's spiritual power.

Leng Feng couldn't help but think back to the towering tree man, where he had gone.

For a long time, Leng Feng wanted to create a fairy law that only belonged to him, but it was not easy to create a fairy law, if he couldn't understand the mystery of the different avenue, he had no clue about creating a zào.

His mind kept coming back to the past, hoping to learn something from it, but every time he thought of the incarnation, his mind could not be at peace.

You are Yu Chengfeng

The words kept coming back to his mind, and he saw the avatar enter his consciousness, pointing at him and shouting.

Leng Feng couldn't help but shake his head, he seemed to be a little timid about the incarnation, dense sweat covered his cheeks, the more he wanted to drive the incarnation out of consciousness, but the more he couldn't.

Eventually, Cold Wind opened his eyes and gasped for breath. After blinking his eyes a few times, Leng Feng only felt a little stuffy, and was more worried about his current situation.

If every time you realize the Tao, you don't even think of that incarnation, it will undoubtedly make the cold wind only retreat from morality.

"Damn it!"

Leng Feng didn't like this feeling very much, he felt that his Dao heart was shaken, all because of that incarnation, the words of the Void Dao Man kept appearing in Leng Feng's mind.

If the Dao heart is not solid, how can you talk about cultivating immortals?

I thought that he had already given up the incarnation, but now that I was meditating, I realized that it was not easy to let go of another 'me'.