Chapter 209 Spirit-eating Thorn Team

"Stop, it's not something that ordinary people can go up. Please show your pass!" Two magic swordsmen guarded the gate leading to the two floors of the Spellcaster Association, one left and one right, and blocked the cold wind.

Han Feng smiled slightly, touched his arms for a long time, and finally found the badge that Magic Pattern gave him a long time ago. As soon as the badge was taken, the two magic swordsmen were stunned, and their expressions immediately became strange and respectful.

"Sir, please come in." The two magic swordsmen bent down and took a step back to give way out the door. When the cold wind walked away, the two magic swordsmen guarding the door dared to continue speaking, and the two whispered.

The slightly young magic swordsman on the left recalled Han Feng's figure in confusion, as if he wanted to find something different from Han Feng. He was able to be noticed by the Magic Formation Association so early. "There are such young newcomers in those destructive scoundrels?"

"Bad, haven't you seen the 'i' in the corner of the badge? This is the first badge, which means that this guy has developed that terrifying thing. It has caused our entire caster association to suffer a lot of losses..." The magic swordsman on the right are a little older, and he is much more careful than the magic swordsman on the left.

"What? It was actually a young man who studied it? I am as weak as him at this time. The pace of the times is too fast. It seems that our generation is destined to be eliminated." The magic swordsman on the left said a little discouraged.

Along the way, the changes within the Spellcaster Association were not much. In front of the drawing room of the magic circle, the familiar magic circle on the huge metal door lacked a formation heart to block the cold wind.

"Keep!" Han Feng filled in the badge in his hand, and the door of the drawing room slowly opened. The situation in the room really scared Han Feng. The empty hall of people was now crowded, and the workbench that no one used was full of people. Everyone exuded a terrifying aura. None of them looked about the same age as Han Feng. They were all uncles and grandpa-level figures. Everyone stared at the carving knife and materials in their hands with a focused expression, meticulous look.

As the door opened, the people in the drawing room all looked up and looked at the Hanfeng standing at the gate in surprise. It was a bit unnatural when so many people who were stronger than themselves stared at Hanfeng. Several mental forces followed closely behind and swept through Hanfeng.

Han Feng's face turned cold and he was very angry in the face of such extremely impolite behavior. Although his strength was not as strong as everyone present, the pride of the dragon clan made him unable to lower his head. The cold ice crystal began to appear beside Han Feng. Seeing this scene, everyone in the room looked very interested, as if they wanted Han Feng to take action.

"I'm not very capable and have a big temper. Hehe, I want to fight, let's continue." The person standing in the nearest could already feel the biting chill, and there was no trace of tension on his face, but instead he smiled.

The cold wind was as cold as frost, and he looked at him coldly. "You must be responsible for your impolite behavior."

"Hehe, let's talk about it if you win. Remember, the person who defeated you is called Miha. If you accidentally die, you don't know who the person who killed you after going to hell." Although Miha said relaxedly, his hands were not slow, and a red magic circle appeared from the ground. Han Feng narrowed his eyes, and it seemed that it was a summoning magic circle. It was thought that he was summoning his magic pet to help. No wonder Han Feng felt that the person in front of him was the weakest. What gave him so much courage and he had some support.

When the light of the summoning magic circle passed, an ugly behemoth appeared in the drawing room.

"This is..." Han Feng stared blankly at the thing summoned by Miha, showing a sneer, and finally knew what the other party's courage came from.

Miha put on his special gloves and touched the constantly twisting spirit-eating thorns. The originally violent spirit-eating thorns were now like a docile kitten, rubbing his hand. Miha stared at Han Feng proudly. "Hehe, this is my pet, Kaz|! Eat him!"

The spirit-eating thorn called Kaz immediately revealed its true form. It opened its mouth and bit the cold wind with its sharp teeth. The cold wind looked at Miha calmly, and four ice walls wrapped the cold wind. The spirit-eating thorn hit the ice wall with its head, opened its big mouth and began to bite the ice wall. The spirit-eating thorn's ability to devour magic is terrifying. The ice wall was declared destroyed not long after. After devouring the spirit-eating thorn, its body became faintly larger.

Han Feng narrowed his eyes, and after he determined what he wanted to be sure of, he untied the seal of his right arm. A hand covered with blue scales suddenly stretched out from behind the ice wall. His sharp claws grabbed one end of the spirit-eating thorn, and held a piece of blood crystal in the other hand.

"Didn't the person who gave you the spirit-eating thorns tell you who found its cultivation method?" Like the brazier in winter, the cold wind smiled slightly, giving people a hint of warmth. The magic power was fully opened, and the ice-eating magic power turned into the essence of blue and soared into the sky. The ice-eating magic power was continuously injected into the body of the spirit-eating thorns, although it no longer devoured the magic power. Amumu also stretched out a small hand to press on the cold wind's dragon arm, and in an instant the entire space was filled with a mixture of water and ice elements.

The spirit-eating thorns expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, all its big mouths made a harsh roar. A "bang" exploded, and the green juice splashed everywhere. Miha stared at the green juice all over the ground, gently touching the juice on his face, his eyes full of disbelief.

The others in the room looked solemn, and the light of the summoning array illuminated the entire room. In an instant, the entire drawing room was occupied by spirit-eating thorns. The originally thick elements became thinner after being absorbed by a large number of spirit-eating thorns.

Miha then realized from the shocking change, and his expression had been distorted. "You! You actually killed my Kaz! I want you to bury me with me! I don't believe that you can use your magic to thrusts to explode all the spirit-eating thorns!"

"I'm afraid you won't believe that some abilities can be used without magic and fighting spirit." Han Feng wanted to look at a dead person and stared at Miha. Although Han Feng was still in place, another cold wind appeared behind everyone, and a cold dagger was placed on everyone's necks.

Everyone present glared at the eyes. The people behind him clearly gave people a real feeling, but the spirit-eating thorns, a creature that only sensed magic, did not move at all.

"Do you should apologize to me now?" Han Feng said the same sentence at the same time, and the scene seemed extremely strange. The weakest person present was also a level seven advanced spell caster, and the strongest even reached level nine. However, facing Han Feng's cold tone, he did not doubt at all if he did not follow Han Feng's what Han Feng would have, the consequence would be that he was cut through his throat by a cold dagger.

The oldest caster smiled slightly, stretched out a finger and gently tapped the dagger of Han Feng. The cold wind behind him disappeared, which was considered to be acknowledging Han Feng's strength. "You are the extremely smart boy mentioned by Magic Wire. It turns out that the back wave pushed the front wave and died on the beach. The old man felt ashamed of himself and apologized to you for his behavior just now."

Han Feng looked at the old man deeply, and with a gentle finger, he actually shook himself with the power of artifacts. It was not simple.

Everyone present was able to take it and let it go, and they all had their own tricks. They used their own abilities to escape from the dagger of Han Feng and apologized to Han Feng. Anyone who apologized to Han Feng would disappear. In the end, only Miha was left with his neck hard and looked as if he was ready to die.

"Since that's the case, I'll send you away. By the way, I'll tell you quietly, hell is not something you want. If you don't go to hell after you die, there is no need to tell you my name. Just die in the pain of ignorance." Han Feng's voice was not as colorful as he waved his dagger and slashed it.

"Show mercy!" The old man who was the first to apologize to Han Feng shouted, but it was too late. The ice touch had already cut through Miha's skin. At this moment, Han Feng suddenly stopped moving, and a red liquid magic array on the ground centered by Han Feng and Miha was formed out of thin air.

"You little brat, you can't kill him. He is the prince of Seodora, and the backstage is huge." The figure of Demonic Pattern slowly came into Han Feng's eyes, still with that cynical look. Although he said he couldn't kill him, he wanted Han Feng to make his expression.

Seeing that even when Miha saw the demon pattern appear, his nose, tears fell down. He finally confirmed that the person behind him was not joking with him, but would really kill him mercilessly. The biting chill was not fake, and the ice-touched dagger had already slashed into Miha's skin.

"Hahaha! You won't let me go! Otherwise I will kill your nine clans! Destroy your whole family!" Looking at Miha who was so proud, Magic Monster slapped his head, not wanting to see this idiot again. The other people in the room also looked at Miha with an idiot.

Han Feng's heart, which was a little hesitant, immediately returned to normal, and even colder. "I did want to let you go, but you involved my family. And I remember that the Seodora Empire is not the only prince. I only know that the eldest prince was appointed as the national crown prince. I have never heard of the name Miha. The empire will not avenge you at this time, you can go with peace of mind. The mystery of frost!"

The ice-type Dou Qi was injected into Miha's body along the dagger. With the cut-out skin as the center, Miha gradually turned into an ice sculpture. The expression on her face was shocked, as if she couldn't think about how Han Feng knew so much.

Han Feng glanced at Amumu, and Amumu understood it. Several lines composed of water flow were added to the liquid magic array of magic patterns, and were assimilated by the red fluid in an instant. After adding a few more lines to the magic array, it immediately broke without attacking. Han Feng recovered his ability to move and walked leisurely to the magic array.
Chapter completed!