Tianshui City, northeast of Dooling Empire.
The sound of the wind outside the window fades, and the fireflies in the fields will be silent.
"The bright moonlight in front of the bed may be frost on the ground. Raise your head and look at it... Er, why is the moon gone?"
In the east wing of the cold mansion, the cold front, lying in bed, is looking up at the stars through the skylight above.
Rubbing his eyes, the man who had spoken aloud confirmed that what he saw was not an illusion.
The deep night, like a cunning dog, quietly swallowed up the brightness of the bright moon.
Just now there was a curtain of stars hanging in the sky. I don't know when it became empty and dark.
"Strange, is it because the clouds are getting denser?" After a little speculation, Han Feng shook his head again. "Forget it, it's not important.
"Tomorrow is my sixth birthday in Douluo, but Tianxin Jue is still unknown, and I don't know how many levels of soul power I can awaken."
When I think of the red jade slip that I passed through with me, and I look forward to the awakening of the Wulin, I can't help but feel sleepy at night.
At the same time, the darkness outside the window became more and more intense, and permeated the whole east wing faintly.
All sounds are silent, the world is silent, and the only thing cold front can feel is his own heartbeat and breath.
"Something's wrong!" After nearly a thousand nights, Han Feng, who had a deep understanding of this, instinctively perceived something different.
As soon as he pulled the heavy overcoat at the end of the bed and put it on, he opened the door of the east wing and went out.
On a summer night, the courtyard is quiet.
Nothing could be seen except for the darkness of thick ink.
There was also a faint chill, which made his hair stand on end.
Cold Feng pretended to be unconscious and said to himself:
"Why is it so dark this evening? Forget it. What the hell, I forgot to tell Grandpa about something."
Then, seemingly indifferent, he moved towards the general direction of the main house, ready to consult with his grandfather about countermeasures.
What no one noticed was that two long drawn shadows followed him and merged into the endless darkness.
Near the entrance of the main house, Han Feng still did not find the source of the strange feeling.
"Is it the effect of the spirit of martial arts or the spirit skill? There are unexpected guests at home?" He thought after reading the original book.
At this time, in front of Han Feng, there was a squeaking sound, which was far lower than the usual volume of opening the door.
An old man with white hair but hale and hearty spirit came out quietly with cautious exploratory steps.
He is Han Feng's grandfather in this world, a famous craftsman in Tianshui who can make level seven soul guides, Han Wu.
After seeing the newcomer, Han Feng, who responded, immediately used the method of transmitting sound into the secret recorded in the jade slips and warned:
"Grandpa, the thieves may have missed you at home. Please think about something."
"What! Feng Er, is there a thief at home?"
Hearing Sun Tzu's reminder, Han Wu, who is experienced in the Jianghu, instantly summoned a dark blue hammer with six auras.
He was dazzled by the remnants of his left hand, and took out several pieces of spirit guides shining with metal luster from his storage belt and loaded them on his body.
At the same time, two silvery white metal blocks were also thrown out by Han Wu and turned into golden masks, meeting the black shadow suddenly emerging from the ground.
Before he could observe the situation, Han Feng was dragged to the center of the open courtyard by his experienced grandfather.
Looking around, the courtyard is still a dark world. Only the light that imprisons the soul guide shines at the door of the main room, but it doesn't last long.
When the imprisoned soul guide was broken, two figures wrapped in black jumped out.
One of them had a cold look in his eyes, and seven standard soul rings filled with murderous air surrounded him.
After looking at him, Han Feng, who was enlightened, could not help but shiver.
It must have come from this person.
The remaining one also has seven soul rings, only including white, yellow, purple and black.
After seeing that Han Wu has only six soul rings, he, with a little ruffian appearance, even weighed the gray and black flag in his hand and rudely threatened:
"Old man! Give me the things, and I can spare your grandson's soul. Otherwise, you two will have to play in my spirit control flag tonight!"
After hearing the request of the man in black, the unknown Han Feng subconsciously looked at his grandfather, Han Wu, and his eyes were full of doubts.
What are they talking about? Has the Han Family ever offended any enemies? Why don't I know?
But facing the two high level spirits, Hanwu first looked puzzled, and then appeared a hint of anxiety.
However, he was old and sophisticated, still pretending to be tough on the surface, and denied:
"What are you? What are you? How dare you come to our Tianshuihan Family to behave wildly? Don't you want to live?"
"Hey hey, you should know this one, right?" I found that the old man didn't cooperate very well, and the man in black was not angry, but instead looked thoughtful.
With a wave of his hand, he summoned a translucent ghost from the flag.
The cold front on the side looked intently, but found that the appearance of the resentful soul was almost like that of him now.
"Ce'er! You did it!"
After seeing this ghost, Hanwu burst into tears, but he could not help getting angry. That was his only son!
He finally understood why two high-level evil spirit saints would come to the remote suburb of Tianshui City without any trouble.
"Hey hey! It's good to understand. I have to go to find it. This place has been blocked by the dark barrier of the fifth brother. You can't escape."
I found that Han Wu, who recognized the origin of the resentful soul, was excited. Some sick people in black smiled with satisfaction.
"Third, don't talk nonsense. The leader will succeed. The ceremony is coming, and the gift will be presented soon!"
The five brothers on the side were impatient, and directly launched the first soul skill Dark Touch.
Then several dark tentacles rose from the dark colored ground and rolled towards the grandparents and grandchildren.
"Feng Er, grandpa will open the way for you. Go to ask Uncle Shui for help!"
Seeing that the two evil spirit masters were not good, Han Wudang made a decision and planned to stay to cut the rear.
A white flame shot from his shoulder. After defeating the dark tentacles, it rushed to the courtyard wall of the cold mansion, intending to break the blockade of the boundary.
But unexpectedly, after the white light dissipated, the darkness on the wall was still strong.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the fifth brother at level 79 attacked again and again, forcing Han Wu to curl up in the soul shield and consume his soul power.
"Ha ha! The Wulin of Brother Five is pure darkness. How can tangible things deal with invisible things? Old man, you are really stupid!"
Seeing this scene, the third man in black couldn't help laughing.
Then he showed his yellow teeth, just like the big gray wolf in front of the little white rabbit. He raised the spirit control flag and rushed towards the cold front.
"You can't wait to be killed." Thinking of the immortal method that you have practiced for five years, Han Feng tried to resist.
Driven by the Red Lotus Heart Jue, his own blood and spirit are combined into one, which makes him have a power far superior to his peers.
The blow made the air slightly hot.
Only the third brother's powerful soul power, which reached level 77, was enough to crush Han Feng, a child who didn't even wake up to the martial spirit.
So one move blocked Han Feng's fist, broke him with one move, and then captured him.
"Feng Er!" Seeing this, Han Wu could not help losing his mind. He was almost attacked by the fifth brother.
Is it possible that the inheritance of the Han family for 20000 years will be destroyed by me today?
