Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

It shouldn't be.

If I could recover half of my spiritual energy, my chances of escaping would definitely increase significantly.

Could it be that he... was saving me?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Yao Chen didn't believe that a traitor who betrayed his master and ancestors could repent and start anew.

But a glimmer of hope quickly arose in his heart: what if?

With a mix of emotions swirling in his heart, Yao Chen really wanted to go out and ask Han Feng, "What exactly do you want to do to me?"

However, the spiritual energy inside the Spirit Nourishing Gourd didn't give him time to think; it immediately entered Yao Chen's soul and body.

The extreme comfort allowed Yao Chen to temporarily forget his troubles.

He quickly sat cross-legged on the spot and began to circulate his soul energy.

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Han Feng smiled slightly as he watched the teacher in the gourd finally get down to business.

The teacher's stereotypes about her were too strong, and the sudden change was too much for the elderly person to handle.

Sure enough, a little bit of spiritual energy made him doubt this and that.

If you want to win back your teacher's heart, you have to take it slowly.

"Junior brother, your teacher is willing to die for you."

Han Feng looked at the sleeping Xiao Yan and said softly.

He understood Yao Chen; since he had chosen to train Xiao Yan, he would educate him as his personal disciple.

Han Feng examined Xiao Yan's body.

As expected, the fighting spirit circulating within Xiao Yan's body was the fighting spirit of the "Burning Technique".

The teacher must have been interested in the resurrection method in the "Burning Technique" and wanted Xiao Yan to revive him after refining the three different flames.

The junior brother's fighting spirit is still pitifully low-level Yellow Rank.

His cultivation level was only Seven Star Fighter.

It must have been quite difficult for him to train inside the Monster Mountain Range with such strength.

However, now that he has arrived, Xiao Yan's future path will have to change.

The evolutionary path of the "Burning Technique" means that ultimately only one person can reach the top.

Therefore, if Xiao Yan continues to cultivate the "Burning Technique," a battle between the two brothers is inevitable.

Xiao Yan hasn't refined a single strange fire yet, so changing his cultivation technique won't be a burden. Switching to a low-level cultivation technique will bring immediate benefits.

Next, I'll go back to Canaan Academy with Han Feng and train diligently for two years.

Winning the three-year contract is not a problem.

Although the teacher absorbed Xiao Yan's fighting spirit for three years, he was actually honing Xiao Yan's foundation. During those three years, Xiao Yan never gave up his cultivation, so his foundation was very solid.

He needs to thank himself for his persistence in this regard.

After checking on Xiao Yan's condition, Han Feng found an open space to sit down.

He gazed at the ever-growing fire, a heartfelt joy curving his lips.

I finally found a teacher...

The "Fallen Brahma Heart" state was released at this moment, and the snow-white hair gradually turned back to black.

With the heavy burden lifted, Han Feng let out a long sigh of relief.

He was exhausted during this period.

But it's all worth it.

Han Feng touched the spirit-nourishing gourd at his waist and closed his eyes in peace.

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The next morning, Xiao Yan opened his eyes and found that he was no longer on the treetop.

He stood there stunned for two seconds, then suddenly stood up and saw Han Feng sitting cross-legged not far away.

"Teacher, teacher!"

Xiao Yan cried out anxiously in his heart.

The stranger who appeared before him gave him a sense of danger.

However, this time, the call went unanswered.

Xiao Yan had no choice but to pick up the Xuan Heavy Ruler and cautiously approach Han Feng little by little.

When Xiao Yan was about ten steps away, Han Feng opened his eyes.

Their eyes met, and Xiao Yan, like a frightened little beast, retreated repeatedly.

"You, who are you?"

Han Feng slowly got up and stretched his body.

I shouldn't have slept so soundly last night, deep in the mountains.

But I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time.

Han Feng looked at Xiao Yan, who was ready to run away at any moment, and laughed, "What, don't you recognize me?"

"you....."

Xiao Yan wanted to say that he really didn't know her, but after a moment's thought, he didn't say it directly, but instead looked like he was thinking.

"When you were three years old, I told you a few Qi cultivation formulas. Do you remember them?"

Han Feng said.

Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Han Feng with great surprise.

"It's you!"

Ordinary children naturally wouldn't remember things from when they were three years old, but Xiao Yan was a transmigrator with abundant soul power, so he still had memories.

In his mind, Xiao Yan superimposed the person in front of him with the person from back then, and found that they really did look quite alike.

"Are you a friend of Father's?"

Xiao Yan asked tentatively.

"Well, a more accurate way to put it would be..."

Han Feng smiled gently.

"I am your senior brother."

"what?"

Xiao Yan took half a step back and shouted in his heart.

Teacher, teacher!

Wake up!

"No need to shout anymore."

Han Feng said.

"The teacher is with me now."

Xiao Yan felt a jolt in his heart, as if his biggest secret had been discovered.

"you......"

"My name is Han Feng, you should call me senior brother."

Han Feng removed the surrounding barrier.

"Teacher, senior brother."

Xiao Yan whispered.

Han Feng's methods made Xiao Yan realize that the other party was not simple, so he decisively gave in.

He was just a lowly fighter, powerless to resist a master.

Since he is my father's friend and now he's my senior in school, I should be able to trust him a little.

Yao Chen hadn't told Xiao Yan about Han Feng, so Xiao Yan didn't have any concerns. However, he was a little unaccustomed to his teacher, with whom he had spent a year, being "snatched away."

"Senior brother, can I see our teacher?"

Han Feng glanced at Xiao Yan.

"what are you worried about?"

"I......"

Xiao Yan was speechless.

I'm worried about the teacher's safety.

However, this cannot be said outright.

"Teachers are spiritual beings, and they need time to rest and recuperate."

Han Feng said.

"Let's go, I'll take you away from the Monster Mountain Range."

"Am I no longer required to cultivate here?"

"The teacher is too busy to teach you right now, so I'll take over for now."

Han Feng headed towards the forest exit.

"You're currently practicing the 'Burning Technique' that your teacher gave you, right?"

Xiao Yan nodded, standing beside Han Feng.

"Me too."

Han Feng's hand ignited with a layer of battle aura, changing colors in four directions, exuding immense pressure.

"Senior brother, what level have you reached in your 'Burning Technique'?"

Xiao Yan asked in surprise.

"High-level Earth Rank".

"Not yet at the Heavenly Rank?"

Han Feng glanced at Xiao Yan. Why was this kid so ambitious?

"The Heavenly Rank is not something that can be reached so easily."

"Oh, but this cultivation technique can actually evolve! Senior brother, you've refined a lot of strange flames, haven't you?"

"Yes, there are already four types."

Han Feng said.

"You should understand why I'm telling you all this. The Burning Technique needs to devour different flames to evolve, and different flames are extremely rare in the world. So if you and I, fellow disciples, cultivate this technique together, there may be disputes in the future."

"My idea is to change your cultivation method while your cultivation level is still low."

Xiao Yan nodded.

"Since my senior brother has said so, I can't be ungrateful."

"Hehe, I didn't realize you were so cheeky."

Han Feng smiled.

You should know that Xiao Yan in his previous life was a ruthless and decisive "fierce person" who never compromised his word.

However, at that time he was burdened with a deep-seated hatred, and no one dared to say that he was not.