System: The Master who disappeared for 10 years is back

"I want to refine a body for him." Han Feng said concisely.

With the addition of various herbs, the color of the flames in the cauldron began to change, from red to dark purple, then light blue, and finally dark green.

"Clap!"

The cold wind clapped his hands, and the originally clear sky gradually darkened. When Ender looked up, a huge body appeared in the air.

"eleven"

Cold Wind shouted softly.

A figure flew out from the shadow, holding a book in his hand, he pressed his hand on one of the pages, tapped his toes, and instantly came into the air.

The book in his hand disappeared, replaced by a three-foot-long green blade.

He raised his hand and swiped lightly a few times. The next moment, bright red liquid flowed out from the huge body in the air, and rain-like blood spilled from the air. When he was about to enter the courtyard, he seemed to have encountered a barrier. into nothingness.

Qingfeng disappeared, and a set of short, palm-length knife and needle pliers appeared beside Eleven.

He skillfully took out the two handles, a brilliance flashed in his eyes, he waved his wrist, and the body that had been divided into several pieces disintegrated again. This time, every piece of flesh and blood tissue that was selected flew back to Han Feng's side.

After a stick of incense, six bodies of different shapes fluttered around Hanfeng.

After the latter reviewed the last piece, he nodded in satisfaction and praised: "Eleven, your sword skills have become more proficient."

After washing his hands, the latter came to the side of the cauldron, looked at the floating soul body inside, and wondered what he was thinking.

"After I finish reshaping his body, I'll hand him over to you, An De, the Yingu Immortal used to be a member of the Demon Race, but after some accidents, he achieved the immortal level, and finally ended up in the current situation;

The path you are going to take in the future has some similarities with him. If there is anything you don’t understand in the future, you can ask his opinion. "

Han Feng didn't care about Eleven's attitude, and while mixing a large amount of medicine with the flesh and blood in his hands, he threw it into the pot and explained.

"Yes."

Ander nodded, looking at the slowly sealing pot, knowing that it would take some time, he left here.

When there were only Cold Wind and Shi Shi in the courtyard, the latter slowly raised his head, moved his eyes away from the cauldron, and casually looked in the direction where Ander left.

"What do you think of him?"

".Too weak. The most important thing is that the mind is not firm enough, and the hostility in the previous life was too strong. Is it really good for such a person to hold such a big killer like Po Suo Ye?"

"The Po Suoye of this life chose him and recognized his identity. This is something we cannot change. Fortunately, he is now on our side, which is much better than not standing in line!"

Cold Wind explained:
"In addition, I intend to train him. When dealing with the demons in the future, there must be someone to investigate the news. He is the best candidate. Sending Yingu Immortal by his side is not an insurance policy?"

Eleven nodded slightly, and suddenly remembered something: "Where did brother go?"

"He dragged his family and went to Xue's house!"

Eleven frowned slightly, and asked uncertainly: "Could it be that they want to hold the Xue family in their hands for once?"

"Why not?"

Hanfeng smiled: "Although most of the Xue family's interior is worn out, he is still the largest family in the Northern Territory on the surface, and no one will oppose him on the surface, although there are many small tricks in the dark."

"But I'm still worried"

"Ah, ah, everything will be fine, with me here, what are you afraid of?"

Hearing this, Eleven's eyes lit up: "Has Master's transdimensional teleportation formation been reproduced again?!"

The former laughed without saying a word.

"In this way, I feel more at ease! With this set of formations, no matter what situation the senior brother is in, even if the Xue family is destroyed, nothing will happen!" Eleven said excitedly: "Master, when will you call four Senior Brother and Fifteenth Junior Sister meeting?"

Han Feng raised his head to look at the sky, and suddenly said: "The wind is blowing."

Eleven was puzzled and looked into the distance following the cold wind's gaze, but there was nothing.

"Feng Wuhen, long time no see, don't come here without any problems!"

A figure is sitting on the throne, looking down at a man who looks weak but has great power hidden in his body, his eyes gradually become sharper:

"What are you doing here! Have you forgotten what I said?"

"As long as I live, you will never set foot here!"

"roll!"

A spiritual energy flew out from the sleeve, and when it was about to hit the man, it slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared between the sky and the earth.

"You, you, your temper is still so grumpy,"

The man is about to sit down.

"Oh!"

The seat behind him exploded in an instant, and the flying sawdust pierced his eyes mercilessly.

"Certainly!"

"Feng Wuhen, don't go too far!"

"You think I want to come here! If it wasn't for my old man's decision, I wouldn't want to come to a place like yours!"

The man's tone was mixed with anger, and he shouted unhappily:

"I don't know what he means, anyway, let me tell you something,"

"Fuck away!"

Feng Wuhen stared into the man's eyes, and the aura in his body was circulating, as if he was going to throw him out in the next second!

"you!."

The man took a deep breath: "Listen up! The old man said that at the time: Feng Luan mourns, Wan Jian points."

"Okay, anyway, I brought my words, I don't bother to care about the things between you!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a strong force, as if a huge hand picked him up, and kicked him flying out.

"Fuck, Feng Wuhen, if you don't talk about martial arts, you can't afford to engage in sneak attacks!"

The man just got up cursing, and a hand behind him grabbed his collar instantly, and a cold voice came: "Take me to your family! I want to see your old man!"

A smile flashed in the former's lowered eyes, but he still said in a trembling voice: "No! Your foot hurts so much, I can't even move now because of the pain, how can I take you back!"

A trace of hostility flashed in Feng Wuhen's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it: an elixir was wiped out from somewhere, and it was directly stuffed into the man's mouth.

"Well, what did you eat for me?" the man asked vaguely.

The former glanced at him: "Of course it's highly poisonous, otherwise what do you think it is? Anyway, it hurts too much to stand up, so I will help you lie down to the end, so that you will never wake up again!"

After all, Feng Wuhen returned to his palace in a flash, sat on the throne, and thought carefully about the meaning of that sentence.

Feng Luan wailed, and Wan Jian pointed at it.

What exactly does that mean?
Feng Wuhen couldn't figure it out, his consciousness spread out, and when he saw the pale man on the ground who was crawling out with gritted teeth, he frowned, got up and walked out.

While walking, he said to himself: "Strange, what I gave him was a slow poison, but why did it happen so quickly?"