Chapter 39 Han Feng's Adventure

Han Feng seemed to be a wildflower beaten by frost. He stumbled away from the Taoist hall all the way and got on the Mercedes-Benz sports car parked outside. He grasped the steering wheel with both hands and showed his blue veins in his hands. This is no longer a task given by the "love" organization, but about his own honor. He was repeatedly yin by Long Xiyin. Han The flame of revenge in Feng's heart was burning.

Suddenly, a top horn appeared on the dark road, a monster with a human head and a long tail. Han Feng hit the steering wheel, and the sports car quickly turned around and hit the big tree on the roadside. Han Feng kept comforting himself in his heart. The hallucination must be even more hallucination. Han Feng sat in the cab and stabilized her mood before she opened the door tremblingly and got off the sports car.

"Well, is the little guy scared?" Suddenly, a gloomy voice came from behind Han Feng.

Han Feng calmed down and slowly turned around. Although Han Feng had good psychological quality, he still shivered when he saw the monster who could stand in front of him and stabbled, "You, who are you? I must be afraid of you!"

"Well, it's a small thing!" The monster's body shook and instantly turned into a long-haired man in a black robe. He smiled strangely and said, "Isn't it better!"

Han Feng's harsh training made him gradually calm down and said lightly, "You are so powerful that you are not just here to scare me!"

"Let's talk while walking. Where do you live? I'll go to your house!" The man in black robe rudely put forward his request. Han Feng called the sports car repair shop and pointed to the Southern Garden community in front of him. "Just a little ahead, let's go!"

The man in black followed Han Feng into his room and looked around curiously for a long time. He pointed to Han Feng's open TV and asked, "What kind of magic weapon is this? It can pretend to be so many people!"

Han Feng looked at the strange dress of the man in black. If he hadn't transformed, he really suspected that he had run out of the madhouse and said lightly, "It's not a magic weapon, it's a TV. Do you know this?" After saying that, he took out the fire engine from his pocket and gently pressed the flame!

The man in black took a step back in surprise, "It's amazing. You don't have any mana fluctuations on your body, which can trigger flames. Now the world is so magical!"

"Who the hell are you? You might as well sit down and have a cup of tea and have a good chat!" Han Feng soaked two cups of Longjing and calmly looked at the man in black robe in front of him on the sofa. His face seemed to be covered with a layer of black fog, which made people unable to see clearly.

"Oh, this tea is really bad. The environment you live in now is too bad, and the aura is so thin. I wandered for three days and nights and didn't see a master of profound cultivation!" The man in black robe took a sip of tea and sprayed out again, dissatisfied.

"Oh, I can't help it. The world is like this now. Haven't you said who you are yet?" Han Feng took a sip of tea and gradually left the nausea in the morning.

"Who am I? Hey hey, I'm the chief demon general under the Demon Emperor. Hey hey, you've heard of it, although I've been sealed for tens of thousands of years!" The man in black introduced himself proudly.

"Hahaha!" Han Feng's depressed mood was finally released, "I said, my friend, you are not fascinated by the mythical drama, Demon Emperor, Demon General, then I ask you, since you are so powerful, can you change the money? Well, even gold is fine?"

"You fool, my mana is used to kill people, not for tricks. If I hadn't seen that you have the physique of a rare demon king, the first person I killed was you. Do you dare to insult me?" The man in black scolded angrily.

The man in black robe wiped off the black fog on his face, revealing his original face, dark face, blood-red eyes like two copper bells, two thick eyebrows straight into the temples, two rows of sharp teeth flashed with a faint cold light, and two fist-sized copper rings hanging on his big ears, gently spit, Han Feng felt I felt like I had been hit by a heavy hammer. I snorted and spit out blood.

"Well, boy, don't doubt my origin. I've been trapped by several immortals in the sky for tens of thousands of years, and my magic power is not as good as before. Otherwise, I would have trampled the world under my feet and it was your turn to tease me?" The man in black said coldly.

"I'm sorry, Lord, I'm wrong!" Han Feng covered his swollen chest and said carefully.

A black flame rose from the palm of the man in black. He slapped Han Feng's body and shouted, "This is the 'Demon Heart Sutra' practiced by the demon clan. You practice well. Your physique is very special, and it is very suitable for practicing the highest heart method of our demon clan!"

Han Feng felt that her body was full of surging power and felt unprecedented comfort. There was a heart method in her mind. Han Feng opened her mouth, raised her neck, and desperately absorbed the dark energy in the space. Gradually, a small black whirlpool was formed on the ceiling, constantly going to Han Feng. The body transports energy into it.

The man in black robe laughed, "I didn't expect that there are so many bad people in your world. The dark atmosphere is so strong that it is about to form a substance. Hahaha, you practice well and send it to me when you have a certain amount of magic gas to help me recover!"

Han Feng nodded, "Of course!" While continuing to absorb the magic gas crazily and enriching his strength, Han Feng has practiced the first level of the Devil's Heart Sutra to a perfect level in one day.

Han Feng looked at his slightly dark face in the mirror and smiled coldly, "Longxi, wait, let's see how I play you to death!"

The man in black robe appeared behind Han Feng again in an instant and said, "Haha, the boy is really worthy of the physique of the born demon king. You are the second one who can practice the devil's heart to the first level in a day!"

"So who is the first one?" Han Feng asked faintly. Since practicing the Devil's Heart Sutra, Han Feng's whole temperament has changed, like a glacier in the Antarctic, a cold feeling.

"Haha, do you still need to ask? Of course, the demon emperor of our demon clan. Although he died in the battle of divine disaster, his spirit still gives us a strong belief. One day, our demon clan will stand at the peak of the seventh session, hum!" The man in black said with a high expression.

Han Feng said to himself that the winner is the king and the loser. I can't figure out such a simple truth. If you die, you die. If you lose, you lose. You still fantasize about spiritual support, a group of old monsters who deceive yourself.

The man in black was still immersed in his fantasy and did not pay attention to Han Feng's strange look. Han Feng shook his head and returned to his room. He didn't sleep for 24 hours. He still had a good sleep first. He didn't need to eat and drink and sleep.

Yang Tiansheng sat in his study, standing behind him stood Uncle Liu, A Bao, A Hu, and his secretary with glasses, Xiao Deng. Yang Tiansheng rubbed his temples and said word by word, "Xiao Deng, let's start. Our stocks are all cleared. Don't care about losses. Remember to be fast. "!" The secretary with glasses nodded and opened the laptop in a heavy mood. Yang Tiansheng entered his command on the company's highest authority. This was a bet of tens of millions of dollars, and all his hopes in the future were on Longxi.

The stock market of China began to set off a shocking wave. Giant Industry is selling its stocks crazily, and another force, like a giant python in the dark, is constantly devouring the stocks of Giant Industry. Many colleagues who are eyeing Giant Industry have also begun to buy their stocks, and the mainstream media in Chang'an are also He began to follow up and report crazily. For a while, the employees of Giant Industry began to protest and demonstrate. Soon they received a message that there would be reasonable arrangements for those left, and there would be huge unemployment subsidies for those who left~~~~~ Yang Tiantian watched the continuous flow of funds in and out of his bank account, as if it had passed. In a tough battle, at 8 p.m., Yang Tiansheng sold the last stock, plus the unemployment subsidy reported by Uncle Liu. Now Yang Tiansheng has less than 2 billion yuan left. Compared with the tens of billions of dollars in his heyday, the loss has to be heavy.

Yang Tiansheng exhaled and smiled, "A Bao, do you remember how we started to live before?"

"At that time, the boss opened a small noodle restaurant. I was drunk and lay in your shop. Later, you took me in. Later, you began to do business, and gradually founded the giant industry step by step!" A Bao still clearly remembers that it was Yang Tiansheng who gave him a second life.

"Ye-en, let's go back to the days when we opened the noodle restaurant. Now everyone is staying in the villa to refresh ourselves. We will start a new group. Well, you can leave first!" Yang Tiansheng waved his hand. He was one of his most trusted subordinates in this room.

Yang Yingying also saw the news about giant industry on TV, and a stone fell in her heart. Dad finally made up his mind to transform. Longxi, everyone depends on you!