"Yes...yes." Han Feng said weakly in a trembling voice.

From Feng Xian’s tone, Han Feng already knew that Feng Xian must have known something.

But what about that?

He had to refuse to admit it. He did things back then very secretly. Unless that old man Yao Chen came to recognize him alive, he would not believe that Feng Xian would know there was evidence.

Based on Han Feng's emotional understanding of Feng Xian and Yao Chen, if Feng Xian really knew that he had harmed Yao Chen, he would have done something to him long ago, why wait until now?

Therefore, Han Feng dared to conclude that Feng Xian just heard some rumors and had no substantial evidence at all.

He bet that Feng Xian would never attack him when there was no substantial evidence.

After all, he was the only disciple of that old guy Yao Chen.

Only when he refuses to admit it today and fools Feng Xian, Yao Chen is still a hero, and Han Feng, the famous Medicine Emperor in the Black Horn Domain.

"You seem to be very confident about what you say?" Feng Xian said in a deep voice.

If it weren't for keeping Han Feng's life for Yao Chen to take action personally, Feng Xian would have killed him long ago.

Such a dog that deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors made him look so dirty that he could see it. Letting him live was simply polluting the fighting spirit between the air and the world.

"No...no, my lower body hurts too much, and I can't help feeling a little confident when I speak." Han Feng said weakly at this time.

This statement is true and seventy-six parts are false.

His lower body did hurt, but he was also very panicked.

"It hurts!" Feng Xian said with a smile on his face.

"Yes!"

"ah……"

After Han Feng finished speaking, a scream came from his mouth, which was quite miserable, like a killing pig.

Feng Xian's feet were now stepping on Han Feng's arm, shattering his arm bones.

No wonder Han Feng screamed like a pig, it was not unreasonable.

"Han Feng, this is the price for you to tell lies." Feng Xian raised his feet and said coldly.

Although it cannot take Han Feng's life, it is still possible to torture him.

"Old Feng, have you heard any rumors? How could you treat me like this? I am a teacher's disciple!" Han Feng said slowly, enduring the pain.

But he cursed in his heart: "Old guy, thirty years from Hedong, thirty years from Hexi, don't bully the young man poor. I, Han Feng, will definitely return this kick a hundred times in the future."

"Rumor? At this time, Han Feng, don't you admit that you are bullying your master and destroying your ancestors?" Feng Xian said with a sneer.

Unexpectedly, when Han Feng arrived at this time, he still planned to show off his miserable appearance and deceive him.

"Bully the master and destroy the ancestor? Mr. Feng, I don't know what you are talking about? If you see that Han Feng is unhappy, you can do it directly. Why bother Han Feng to label me as a bully master and destroy the ancestor? I, Han Feng, will not take the blame for this." Han Feng said righteously, enduring the huge pain.

If Feng Xian hadn't known the truth, he would have really believed what Han Feng said.

Sure enough, when you go out, your strength is secondary, the key is your acting skills!

"snort!"

Feng Xian sneered and said, "Han Feng originally wanted to give you a chance to tell the truth but he didn't expect that you were so ungrateful. He really wouldn't die if the Yellow River is not dead!"

"I actually came from the Black Horn Domain to look for you, so there is naturally a lot of evidence that I pointed out that I had murdered my teacher Yao Chen."

"Evidence? If you have any evidence, please bring it out! Mr. Feng didn't believe the rumors and ruin the relationship between me and Mr. Feng." Han Feng said with a straight body and no fear of slanting shadows.

As an extremely secret, no one could know about the events of that year.

If he had revealed any news, he wouldn't have lived well for many years.

Therefore, there is no evidence in his idle gambling. If there is evidence, will he still talk nonsense to him here?

I've been doing it for a long time. After all, who can talk nonsense about things that can be solved by hand?

"Old guy, come out! Let this guy know what the evidence is." Feng Xian was too lazy to talk to Han Feng, a bastard who bullied his master and destroyed his ancestors, and said directly to the air.

"There are still people here?"

Han Feng was shocked when he heard Feng Xian's words. He didn't expect that there were other people here besides Feng Xian?

Why can't he sense it? As an alchemist, his soul power is several times that of this person of the same level.

Crack!

As if to confirm Han Feng's guess, the door of the pharmacy was blown open by the wind again.

A man in a black robe appeared like this. When he appeared, the door of the room was closed again.

It seems like it has never been opened.

"Who are you?"

Han Feng looked at the man in black robe who suddenly appeared and asked with a frown.

This man in black robe gave him a familiar feeling, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out who this feeling came from?

"A evil disciple? I don't even know how to be a master?" Yao Chen slowly took off the black hat, revealing his face under the black hat.

"this……"

Han Feng's heart trembled when he saw his face under the black hat, and his heart was filled with shock. His face was already covered with the words of horror, and his pupils were wide open. He looked at Yao Chen tightly.

A person who has fallen for many years appears in front of him one day and asks you how you behave.

What about Han Feng at this time?

At this time, Han Feng didn't believe it as if he was a dog, and said, "You... aren't dead?"

At this moment, Han Feng finally knew why the other party gave him a sense of familiarity.

"Han Feng, are you very disappointed that your teacher has not died?" Yao Chen said in a deep voice.

"No...no..."

Han Feng kept spitting out the word "no" in his mouth, and said with a hideous face: "You can't be alive. You didn't even have a soul left back then. How could you be resurrected from the dead?"

"This is not true, this is not..."

Han Feng kept saying, he couldn't accept that Yao Chen, who had been dead for many years, appeared in front of him again.

"That's the truth. Han Feng has not died yet. He is living well now." Yao Chen slowly spoke in Han Feng's pupils that were frightened and disbelief.

"No... you are not a teacher, you can't be him. The teacher has been dead for many years. Who dares to pretend to be a teacher?" Han Feng roared madly.

"Old Feng, he is fake. This man is very brave. He pretends to be a teacher and asks Mr. Feng to shoot him to death." Han Feng said as he looked at Feng Xian's crazy suggestion.

"Fake it? Then where is Yao Chen the real one you told me?" Feng Xian snorted coldly.

In his opinion, Han Feng was already helpless, and he didn't admit such "evidence" in front of him.

From this we can see that Han Feng cannot stay, and it will definitely be a disaster in the future.

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