Chapter 400 Flying Red

On the top of the mountain covered with towering ancient wood, a green smoke is galloping quickly. If it weren't for a strong man, he wouldn't have seen that it was a human shadow at all.

There is a shabby grass hall in front of us without any decoration, let alone glazed tiles and bluestone road... Destroyed fences and small courtyards full of weeds. The only conspicuous place is that four big characters are written on a quaint plaque in front of the grass hall: cuttlefish essence house.

The green smoke appeared, but it was Han Feng. He still has an angry sweet girl between his arms...

"Gone go!"

Tian'er's voice came, and Han Feng stretched out his hand and let go of the other party. Because she suddenly let go, Tianer's center of gravity was unstable and almost fell down. When she finally stood firm and looked at Han Feng angrily.

"You... Do you want to kill me?"

Han Feng smiled and said, but sweet girl, you asked to let go, how can you blame me?

"You..."

Tian'er has always been a young lady in the family. She has never been angry at her when she has grown up. She wants to lose her temper. Suddenly, he saw that Han Feng's face was a little bad and couldn't help closing his mouth. Thinking of the fierceness and cruelty of the other party when facing the Venerable Honglian, I couldn't help but fight a chill...

"I want to report you to the college."

Han Feng's gloomy eyes swept over the dilapid cuttlefish house, and the mood in his heart could not be suppressed. Where is this place where people live? Regarding Tian'er's threat, she casually replied, "Whatever."

"You..."

Tian'er looked at this hateful man and was angry for a moment and didn't know what to say. She turned her head and rushed into the wind.

"Why didn't you introduce me to such a gorgeous house?"

Han Feng said sarcastically, and suddenly felt empty around him, and no one spoke. When he turned his head, Tian'er twisted her little waist and walked far away.

"Hey!"

You don't have eyes yourself?! There are thorns in Tian'er's words. Han Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly. He had never seen such an unruly staff member.

"Beware of wolves at the foot of the mountain."

"You... Even if you are eaten by a wolf, it's better than being pissed off by you..."

With the words, the small waist gradually went away in the wind. Han Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly again. He turned his head and looked at this mess, and the careful shadow of the East couldn't help but appear in his mind. He said to himself that only women and villains in the world are difficult to raise!

Han Feng turned his head and looked at the four words on the plaque shining red in the sun. Although the tung oil on the plaque has fallen off a little, it is written with a silver hook and iron painting. It looks very energetic...

Han Feng walked through the waist-deep weeds in the courtyard, climbed the steps and walked in. As it comes, it will be safe. Now that you have accepted this residence, you have to clean up.

Step up four or five steps, reached out and pushed, the painted black door creaked, and the door opened. Han Feng walked in. A damp and moldy smell rushed into the nostrils...

As soon as he walked in, Han Feng felt a deep atmosphere coming towards him. The area of this cuttlefish house is not very large, but although the sparrow is small and has all the internal organs. There are seven or eight rooms in it, all decorated with simple furniture. The furniture is all new and smells of fresh tung oil. It should be that the college knew that someone lived in the cuttlefish essence house that had been vacant for many years and specially sent furniture. However, it seemed that the people who cleaned up were not very careful. They just decorated them carelessly and left. Some tables and chairs are a little crooked...

Han Feng has long been used to the college's disregard for him and doesn't pay attention to it. Go forward and put all the tables and chairs...

This should be the farthest place from the college library where he works. It is located in a remote area, and few people come. Han Feng was so idle that he did it himself and had enough food and clothing...

One afternoon, when the lamp was held, the weeds outside the house were cleared by Han Feng, revealing a simple green and black mossy stone road. Although the courtyard wall is a little mottled, it is full of all kinds of wild flowers, and there is no need to clean it up...

For all kinds of furniture in the house, Han Feng moved the place again to make the space more reasonable. Feeling the moldy and damp smell in the room, Han Feng stretched out his hand and pinched a fire trick in the rune. A small fireball lit up with a bang. The dry smell in the room soared. The hand gently popped, and the small fireball was like a thread tied, so it slowly moved along the foot of the wall in the room. With thegong fu of a tea cup, the damp and moldy smell in the room was eliminated...

The sky gradually darkened. Han Feng took out three night pearls from the Xumi bag, and his fingers were slightly forceful. The night pearls flew up gently and inlaid them on the roof with Yuanli. The night pearl emitted a white light, and the room was shone with a slender light. When dryness and light come, the cuttlefish house also has the breath of life...

When he finished all this, Han Feng suddenly felt a little tired, which was a feeling he had never felt before. His face changed and he felt that the meridians in his body were getting more and more painful...

His heart moved, and Han Feng knew that it was because of the injury left by the killing of the Venerable Red Lotus in the daytime began to work. Although he shot the red sword into his body and drove him out. However, the flying sword also caused him a lot of injuries. If it is not treated quickly, I'm afraid it may leave a dark disease. It will happen at any time, and if there is a war with the enemy, it will be very terrible...

It is important to heal the wound. Han Feng sat cross-legged on the ground and began to close his eyes to heal the wound. During the twelve-week operation, a burst of black smoke evaporated from him. Sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. Han Feng's face slowly changed from pale to ruddy...

Han Feng slowly opened his eyes, and a cold light shot out, like a cold star above the nine heavens. He felt the power rushing like a river in the meridians, and a smile floated to the corners of his mouth. Now his power is more full than before. Since he had been with the thousand-year-old python, Han Feng felt that he was on the way to practice. Gu Ding's strange ability has benefited him a lot, especially his body's recovery ability, which is unprecedented. In the past, it would take him at least 36 weeks to recover from such injuries. The strange regeneration ability, even he is a little surprised...

Thinking of the scene of fighting with the Venerable Red Lotus in the daytime, he couldn't help but be afraid. The other party's flying sword turned into countless raindrops and shot at him. Now the scene is very horrible. The situation of the battle in the day is like a movie, which flashes again in his purple mansion. He carefully thought about the experience and lessons, which benefited him a lot. After each life-and-death battle with the enemy, Han Feng will recall the original scene countless times, then review it again and again, and imagine all kinds of action. In this way, every battle of life and death has become a good teacher and friend for him to grow up...

Han Feng's heart moved, and with a left hand, something suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. That kind of thing shines with a bright red light in Han Feng's hand. Against the lucky light of the night pearl, the ruddy brilliance is even more brilliant...

The red sword is less than half a foot in Han Feng's palm, as thin as paper, trembling and moving uneasily. Just like life...

"Well, it's a good spiritual treasure."

The consciousness of the Red Lotus in the little sword has been erased by Han Feng. He tried to instill divine consciousness, with a buzz, and the sword seemed to be corresponding to Han Feng's call.

When his heart moved, the red sword suddenly turned into a streamer and flew up and down around Han Feng's head. He felt that he was as flexible and light as his arm commanding fingers. Han Feng looked at the night sky outside the window, and the red sword turned into a streamer and disappeared from the window. There was a sad cry of birds in the distance, and the next moment the red sword flew back. I don't know which late night bird was killed by the sword...

Han Feng was very satisfied. His mind changed, and the sword above his head suddenly turned into countless shadows. He couldn't tell which was true or false. Countless red light * indoors, full of fierce murders. He is very satisfied. This is a good weapon, which forms a cooperation with the dragon lock order he has. One light and one dark, the power should be enhanced a lot...

The mind turned, and the red light in the room restrained. The red flying sword returned to Han Feng's hand. He looked at the flying sword in his hand and said to himself, "Well, look at your red light when you shoot, let's call you fly red." The little sword whispered slightly, as if responding to the sound. Han Feng said in his heart, "This flying red is okay, but there is still a difference in the effectiveness of the attack. In the past, I got many extraordinary swords from the blood pool, but I can design a move like this flying red, and use all kinds of swords, which is the right way."

All the way here, Han Feng began to embark on the road of self-created moves...

Everything was later. He felt a little tired and was about to get up and take a rest. A strange idea suddenly transmitted into his heart. Han Feng couldn't help smiling and said to himself, "You lazy guy, can't you be idle?"