In his previous life, Han Feng wandered for hundreds of years and learned a very mixed technique. Especially after he was a hundred years old, thanks to the help of Aoshi Tiandi Jue, his strength continued to rise, and he had been exposed to countless high-level martial arts and elixir formulas. (Hand-play novel)

These precious knowledge and memories will be his greatest reliance in this life.

Not to mention anything else, it is just the magical healing method just now. If Han Feng is willing to take it out for auction, it will be worth more than ten thousand yuan?

Of course, Han Feng would not be so stupid that he really exposed this healing method, which would be of no benefit to him. He planned to wait a few days to sort out the things in his mind before making plans.

However, Han Feng, who has experienced many ups and downs in his life, deeply understands one truth, that is, no matter which era he lives in, strength is the most important thing.

If I had strong strength at the beginning, my father would not have died to protect himself; if I could become strong, my master would not have been forced to commit suicide... So if I want to change my destiny in this life, I must first improve my strength.

Of course, judging from the current situation, Han Feng’s most important thing is to take care of his injuries as soon as possible. He doesn’t want his father to be a training partner for his injuries.

After chatting with my father for a few more words, Han Feng suddenly shouted twice inappropriately.

Han Yiyuan slapped his forehead and said with a lot of blame: "Look at my memory, I forgot that you are still injured. Feng'er, wait, I'll cook for you right away."

As he said that, Han Yiyuan hurried to make a fire. Looking at his father's back, Han Feng felt warm inside.

The supper was not rich, but Han Feng was having a great time. He took the initiative to pick up food for his father several times, which made the man in his thirties feel quite pleased and sighed that his son was becoming more and more sensible.

After the meal, Han Yiyuan, who had finished everything, sat in front of Han Feng. Because of his son's injuries these two days, Han Yiyuan ran around. Seeing that he was getting better, he planned to ask about the incident.

"Feng'er, tell me now what happened yesterday? How could you compete with others? And you were so seriously injured."

When Han Feng saw his father ask, he was thinking about how to answer his father. At this time, he heard Han Yiyuan himself answer and said, "Actually, I understand without saying it. It's all your fault that your father is useless and has no ability to protect you, and let you be bullied by others like your father..."

"Dad!" Han Feng saw his father blame himself, hurriedly interrupted: "Don't worry, Dad. I'll be careful in the future. When my injury heals, I will definitely work hard to practice and will not disappoint you."

"Okay! Good boy, you have grown up and become sensible. You are just a little hurt now and you need to rest more, so I won't disturb you." Han Yiyuan touched Han Feng's forehead, gave him some concerns, and then got up and left.

After his father left, Han Feng lay quietly on the bed, silently practicing the method of healing sadness, controlling his weak fighting spirit to slowly flow in his body, repairing the injuries on his body bit by bit.

The next day, when Han Feng woke up from his healing, it was already dawn outside.

After a night of recovery, Han Feng's injury was healed so much at this moment. However, all of this was as expected by him. The magical effect of this set of healing methods had been verified countless times by him.

After getting up and getting out of bed, Han Feng found that his father had gone out.

So Han Feng sat back on the bed and tried to practice. Of course, with nearly four hundred years of memory, he naturally would not practice the inefficient mental methods provided by the family.

With his legs crossed and his eyes closed, Han Feng slowly mobilized the faint fighting spirit in his body and practiced the extremely mysterious and powerful super-class mental method he accidentally obtained in "Dream" - the Ao Shi Tian and Earth Art!

Speaking of this supreme Heaven and Earth Art, no one has heard of it now, but seven hundred years ago, its name resounded throughout the continent, especially among the top masters, everyone knows it.

This is because the one who created this fighting spirit method was Zhao Wuji, the prince of the Great Yan Empire in the past, who was known as the world's number one talented man, with unparalleled wisdom and unparalleled knowledge!

Knowing astronomy, geography, and all the skills of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Looking at the thousands of years of the mainland, Zhao Wuji can be regarded as the most genius!

None of them!

Of course, there is something in the world that Zhao Wuji doesn't understand. There is one thing he doesn't know at all, that is martial arts. Because he is born with a very poor fighting spirit qualification, Zhao Wuji simply doesn't think about it. If his intelligence and knowledge are terrible, Zhao Wuji's personal martial arts will be terrible weak.

Originally, Zhao Wuji thought that with his crown prince's honor, he would never have to use martial arts in his life, and it was no different whether he could use martial arts skills, but he was wrong.

The father was killed in front of him, the mother was killed in front of him, and the brother was killed in front of him... Even Zhao Wuji himself almost died, and when he woke up, the entire Great Yan Empire had fallen apart.

After learning from the pain, Zhao Wuji was not depressed after he recovered from his injuries. He, a literati with no power, gathered dozens of equally talented scholars of the world and went into seclusion to study martial arts.

According to rumors in the martial arts world, Zhao Wuji integrates martial arts from all walks of life, worked hard and studied hard for more than 30 years, and finally created a strange mental method that is completely different from the martial arts of each sect. Moreover, Zhao Wuji himself was obviously very satisfied with this and added a domineering name like "The Proud Heaven and Earth Art" to his own martial arts, believing that after practicing this skill, he can look down on heaven and earth.

It is said that after Zhao Wuji created the Aoshi Tiandi Art, he died before he could practice it. This new martial art was brought out by other literati who participated.

Given the reputation of Zhao Wuji as the number one talented man in the world at that time, the martial arts he created naturally attracted the attention of many powerful people, and thus caused a bloody storm in the world.

However, this fierce battle became a huge joke in the future. All the strong people who participated in the battle, especially those who paid the price, were regarded as fools by the people of the world.

Because what they are fighting for is just a completely inefficient mental method. Even the introductory mental method of the third-rate sect is a little better than it.

The genius Zhao Wuji was just a layman who knew how to do martial arts. The consequence of working behind closed doors was that his reputation was to be ruined and he created a pitiful and sad joke with his own hands.
Chapter completed!