Chapter 83: .83. Han Feng suggested

"Yes...yes." Han Feng said with a weak trembling voice.

From the tone of Feng Xian's mouth, Han Feng already knew that Feng Xian must know something.

But how does that matter?

He only needs to die and refuse to admit it. What happened back then was extremely concealed. Unless the old fellow Yao Chen came alive to identify him, otherwise he would not believe that Feng Xian would really have evidence.

Based on Han Feng's emotional perception of Feng Xian and Yao Chen, if Feng Xian really knew that he had harmed Yao Chen, he would have done something to himself. Why wait until now?

Therefore, Han Feng dared to conclude that Fengxian had only heard some rumors, and there was no substantive evidence at all.

When he was betting that there was no substantive evidence, Fengxian would never do anything against him.

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

As long as he refuses to admit it today and flicks Fengxian over, then he is still a hero, Han Feng, and the famous medicine emperor Han Feng in the Black Point Region.

"You seem to have no confidence to speak to you?" Feng Xian said in a deep voice.

If he didn't want to save Han Feng's life and wait for Yao Chen to do it himself, Feng Xian would have killed it long ago.

Such dog things that deceived the master and ancestor let him see it, and it stained his eyes, and keeping him alive was simply polluting the air and the vindictiveness between the heaven and the earth.

"No...No, my lower body hurts too much, and it is inevitable that I feel a little lack of confidence when I speak." Han Feng said weakly at this time.

In this case, three are divided into true and seven are divided into false.

His lower body is indeed painful, but his heart is also very flustered.

"It hurts!" Feng Xian said without a smile.

"Yes it is!"

"what……"

Han Feng's voice fell, and a scream came out of his mouth, quite miserable, like a scream of a slain pig.

I saw Feng Xian's foot stepping on Han Feng's arm at this time, directly crushing his arm bones.

No wonder Han Feng would scream like a pig. This is not unreasonable.

"Han Feng, this is the price you paid for telling lies." Feng Xian raised his foot and said coldly.

Although he couldn't kill Han Feng, it was still okay to torture him.

"Old Feng, did you hear any rumors? How could you treat me this way? I'm the teacher's disciple!" Han Feng said slowly, enduring the pain.

But he cursed in his heart: "Old guy, Hedong for thirty years, and Hexi for thirty years to bully the young and poor. This kick, Han Feng, I will return it a hundred times in the future."

"Rumor? Han Feng, at this time, don't you admit that you have deceived your master and destroyed your ancestor?" Feng Xian sneered.

Unexpectedly, when Han Feng arrived at this time, he still planned to sell miserable pretense to pity him.

"Telling the master to kill the ancestor? Feng Lao, I don’t know what you are talking about? If you see me being unhappy with Han Feng, you can do it directly. Don't recite." Han Feng said righteously, enduring the pain.

If it hadn't been for Feng Xian to know the truth, he would really believe what Han Feng said.

Sure enough, when going out, strength and everything are secondary, the key is acting!

"Humph!"

Feng Xian sneered, and said, "Han Feng originally wanted to give you a chance to tell the truth. I didn't expect you to be so ignorant of good and bad. You really don't want to die before the Yellow River!"

"The old man came from the Black Point Region to look for you, so naturally there is full evidence pointing to you for murdering your teacher Yaochen."

"Evidence? Just show it if you have any evidence! Feng Lao didn't listen to the rumors and ruined my relationship with Feng Lao." Han Feng said as if he was not afraid of shadows.

It was impossible for anyone to know what happened back then, as an extremely secretive thing.

If there was any wind, he wouldn't be able to live well for so many years.

Therefore, he had no evidence at all in his gambling. If there is evidence, would you still talk nonsense with him here?

It's been done for a long time, after all, who can do something nonsense that can be solved by hands?

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

"There are still people here?"

When Han Feng heard Fengxian's words, he was shocked. Didn't he expect that there are other people here besides Fengxian?

Why can't he feel it? As a pharmacist, his soul power is several times that of a person of the same level.

Squeak!

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

A person wrapped in a black robe appeared like this, and when he appeared, the door of the room was closed again.

As if it had never been opened before.

"you are?"

Han Feng looked at the black-robed man who appeared suddenly, frowned and asked.

This black-robed man gave him a familiar feeling, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of who this feeling came from?

"Evil disciples? Don't you even know that you are a teacher?" Yao Chen slowly took off the black hat, revealing the face under the black hat.

"This……"

Han Feng saw the face under the black hat, his heart trembled, and his heart was filled with shock. His face was already covered with the word horror, his pupils were staring, and he stared at Yao Chen.

A character who has fallen for many years actually reappeared in front of him one day, and he asked you how you behaved.

How does it compare to Han Feng at this time?

At this time, Han Feng didn't believe it like a dog, and said, "You... are not dead?"

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

"Han Feng, are you disappointed that your teacher didn't die?" Yao Chen said in a deep voice.

"no no……"

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

"It's not true, it's not..."

Han Feng kept saying that he could hardly accept that a medicine dust that had been extinguished for many years appeared before his eyes again.

"That's the truth. Han Feng hasn't died as a teacher, and he's alive as a teacher now." Yao Chen slowly said again in Han Feng's scared and unbelievable pupils.

"No...you are not a teacher, you can't be him, the teacher has fallen for so many years, who on earth would you dare to pretend to be a teacher?" Han Feng roared madly.

"Feng Lao, he is fake, this person is bold, pretending to be a teacher, and ask Feng Lao to shoot him to death." Han Feng looked at Feng Xian's crazy suggestion.

"Fake? Then tell me where is the real medicine dust?" Feng Xian snorted coldly.

In his opinion, this Han Feng was already hopeless, and he did not admit that such "evidence" was in front of him.

It can be seen that Han Feng is not allowed to stay, and he will definitely be a scourge in the future.

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