Fights Break Sphere: The Beginning of the Fighting Saint Legacy

Chapter 135 Han Feng
"Just wait here for Han Feng to come to you?"

In a mountain range, Xiao Yan leaned against a tree, looking at Xiao Jue lying on the branch, frowning and saying, "Han Feng shouldn't be so stupid as to come to me on his own."

"You don't understand this." Xiao Jue chuckled and said, "Just imagine, after you've broken through to the Dou Queen stage and are training alone outside, and you sense the fluctuations of an unknown strange fire, what's your first reaction?"

Xiao Yan was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted. Yes, people die for money and birds die for food. If he encountered the strange fire, he would probably risk his life for it.

Not long after, Xiao Jue sat up, and Xiao Yan beside him also had a serious expression.

"Haha, where are you two friends from? Now that you are in the Black Horn Region, why not go to Fengcheng and let Han Feng entertain you two."

As the chuckle died down, the clear sky suddenly rippled, and a figure slowly walked in, descended from the sky, and landed more than ten meters in front of Xiao Jue and Xiao Yan.

He smiled modestly and said, "I am Han Feng, a disciple of Master Yao Chen."

"Oh?" Xiao Jue raised his eyebrows and touched his arm to Xiao Yan, who was standing beside him with a cold expression.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, a cold smile appeared on his face, and he said: "My name is Xiao Yan, nice to meet you, Senior Brother."

"Unfortunately, my brother and I are also disciples of Master Yao Zun." Xiao Jue chuckled, and a black and white flame rose from the fingertips of Xiao Yan beside him, and then turned into green.

Han Feng pointed at Xiao Yan with trembling fingers, panting rapidly. After a long while, a sharp, hoarse voice finally resounded through the sky: "You... what kind of martial arts are you practicing?! Tell me! Tell me! Or I will kill you!"

Seeing Han Feng, who looked like he was crazy, Xiao Yan smiled. Although his smile was bright, the coldness in it was chilling: "Don't you understand it yourself?"

Xiao Yan's words, which sounded a bit confusing to others, caused Han Feng's pupils to shrink to the size of a pinhole. The uneasiness that had been hidden deep in his heart slowly spread throughout his body.

Burn Jue!

In order to obtain the Burning Technique, he did not hesitate to secretly poison his own teacher, but he did not achieve his goal. In the end, he only got an incomplete technique. However, it was this incomplete scroll that allowed Han Feng to subdue Hai Xinyan and gain his current status and strength!

At this moment, a crazy killing intention towards Xiao Yan surged out of Han Feng's heart!

Xiao Yan sneered at Han Feng, who had a murderous look on his face. He flicked his finger, and a wisp of dark white flame danced playfully in front of him like an elf. Staring at the Bone Spirit Cold Fire, he chuckled and said, "Want to kill me?"

His face twitched slightly, and Han Feng forced himself to suppress the urge to rush over and make Xiao Yan disappear from this world. His voice was dry and harsh: "Where did you get this technique?"

Han Feng's expression changed slightly, his gaze fixed on the former's body. After a moment, his body trembled suddenly. Amidst the rising deep white flames, he seemed to faintly sense a familiar power. His mind quickly searched once, and then finally settled on a figure of an old man deep in his memory!
In an instant, a sense of panic spread from the depths of Han Feng's heart. The memory that existed long ago resurfaced before his eyes, causing his whole body to tremble violently.

The face filled with murderous intent was now replaced by a strange paleness. Han Feng stared at Xiao Yan across from him with horror. After a moment, he almost used up all his strength and finally uttered a voice filled with extreme horror and panic: "You...you are not dead?! How is that possible!"

Looking at the dense white flames, Han Feng's face froze completely. After a moment, his eyes turned red and he hissed, "Bone Spirit Cold Fire! That old immortal actually gave it all to you? Why?!"

Xiao Yan looked at Han Feng, whose face had suddenly turned pale, with an indifferent gaze, and said, "Thanks to you, I was able to meet my teacher. Otherwise, my cultivation journey would have been much less exciting."

"Teacher?" Han Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and he stared at Xiao Yan without blinking. The paleness that had appeared on his face at the beginning faded a lot. As his eyes flashed, an even stronger murderous intent emerged on his face.

The news that Yao Lao was not dead was like a thunderclap to him. As Yao Lao's former disciple, he knew very well how much influence Yao Lao had on the mainland back then.

Even now, the real top powerhouses on the continent still have vivid memories of the Medicine Master who dominated the continent in the past. Han Feng has no doubt that if the word gets out that Yao Lao is still alive, how many top powerhouses will come.

And most importantly, Yao Lao has a very good popularity among those peak powerhouses, such as the so-called Feng Zun. The former almost gave him a second life, so even though Yao Lao has been missing for many years, they are still searching for his whereabouts relentlessly.

He even investigated Han Feng a few times, but because there was no evidence at all, he could do nothing about Han Feng.

But now, Yao Lao did not disappear with the wind as Han Feng had imagined, but survived instead. Han Feng couldn't imagine what kind of predicament he would be in if Yao Lao spread the news that he had secretly poisoned him!

By then, I'm afraid that the so-called Feng Zun will be the first to skin him alive and pull out his tendons. Even Han Feng, the current Dou Zun, would not dare to provoke him in the slightest.

As his thoughts turned, Han Feng's face became uncertain. In the end, it finally settled on a ferocious and cold expression. If he wanted to survive, he had to make Xiao Yan, Xiao Jue and Yao Lao shut up forever. The dead would be the most trustworthy people!

Killing intent surged across his face. Han Feng suddenly raised his head, like a venomous snake hiding in the shadows, and said in a hoarse voice, "You old bastard, I don't care whether you're dead or alive. Today, I'm going to shut the three of you up completely!"

"I'm afraid you don't have that ability." Xiao Jue looked at Han Feng with a smile, a black and white flame covering his body.

"He refused to pass on the Burning Art to me even though I begged him so hard. Now he is giving it to such a young boy. Does he think he can be better than me?" Han Feng smiled grimly, with a hint of jealousy and resentment in his voice that was hard to conceal.

"If he had been able to pass on the Burning Art to me back then, I would still have treated him with respect. But who can blame that old immortal for his poor eyesight? Doesn't he understand my talent?"

Han Feng's face flushed slightly, and he seemed a little excited. He always believed that if Yao Lao had been willing to pass on the Burning Decree to him, the situation would definitely be completely different now.

(End of this chapter)