Even so, Han Feng was not satisfied with this. He still condensed the Dou Qi over and over again, circulating the large and small circles, and enriching his meridians bit by bit. (Work novel)

Of course, after reaching the fourth level, he could not take advantage of the tricks he had before. He had to improve his fighting spirit almost to try to hit the fifth level. But even so, relying on the awesomeness of the Aoshi Tiandi Art, he had also reached the mid-level level of the fourth level in just half a day. Such efficiency would probably be enough to make those genius prodigy on the mainland commit suicide by hitting the wall.

At this time, there was a sound of pushing the door outside. Han Feng knew that it was his father who was back, so he stopped practicing.

Han Yiyuan, who entered the door, was most worried about Han Feng's injury. He hurriedly stepped forward for a check-up, and he was surprised to find that Han Feng's injury was not only healed, but also reached the third level of fighting spirit.

You know, Han Feng has been stagnant at the second-grade basic level for a long time, and these days it has made Han Yiyuan's hair white. Unexpectedly, Han Feng was accidentally injured this time, and he became a blessing in disguise, and instead made a breakthrough in martial arts.

Han Yiyuan looked at his son with disbelief, and was stunned for a long time before saying in surprise: "Feng'er, you...you...you are so angry that you are the third-grade?"

Han Feng nodded with a smile and admitted, saying, "Yes, Daddy, this morning, I felt that my injury was almost healed, so I started practicing. Unexpectedly, the fighting spirit that had been stagnant for a long time actually changed, so I tried to break through, and it turned out that I really succeeded."

When Han Feng said this, he thought in his heart that if his father knew that he was a fourth-grade warrior, he would not know what he would feel.

In fact, he did not deliberately conceal his strength from Han Yiyuan. But just as soon as Han Yiyuan entered the door, he hurriedly put on his arm to investigate Han Feng's injuries. Han Feng, who was not very strong in his previous life, paid great attention to the way to save his life after suffering various encounters and setbacks, which also included hidden strength.

At that time, Han Feng had a special skill that could be used to hide his own aura and part of his Dou Qi cultivation. Now he has returned to his youth. Although his Dou Qi level was pitifully low at this time, Han Feng still habitually hid some of his strength.

Therefore, Han Feng, who is obviously already in the fourth-grade fighting spirit, only has the strength of a basic third-grade one on the surface.

Even so, Han Yiyuan was extremely happy.

"Okay! OK! OK! I knew that Feng'er worked so hard that she would definitely achieve something! Haha!" Han Yiyuan said three good words in a row and laughed happily. In his eyes, as long as his son made progress, it was his happiest thing.

In order to celebrate his son's health and his strength, Han Yiyuan took out half a jar of wine that he had treasured for a long time in his home. Then he planned to make a few good dishes and prepare to comfort his son.

Seeing his father look so happy, Han Feng was very moved. He understood in his heart that his father had two wishes in his life. One was to be recognized by the family in his lifetime, especially as the grandfather of the patriarch. The other was to hope that he could make a name for himself one day and gain a sigh of relief for him. Therefore, his father was so excited when he saw his fighting spirit improve.

After calming down his emotions, Han Feng smiled and said, "Dad, you have been traveling outside for a day. Let your son make a meal for you to taste today."

Han Yiyuan waved his hand and comforted him: "You can just have this heart, just dad will do this, let alone your health is just right, so you should have more rest."

"It's okay, Daddy, just let me do it!" Han Feng insisted.

In the end, Han Yiyuan couldn't resist Han Feng. While feeling relieved for his son's sensibility, he had to nod and agree, but he still stood beside him and helped with a little worried.

Han Feng spent most of his previous life wandering around the world alone. Not only did he learn the special cuisines from various countries in the mainland, but he had a lot of experience in doing things by himself. Although he still couldn't use his arms and legs now, it was enough to make Han Yiyuan amazed at the side. He wondered when his son became so capable.

Under the father's gaze, Han Feng quickly prepared several dishes.

Han Yiyuan took out the half jar of wine, poured himself a glass of wine, and after hesitating for a while, he also poured a glass of wine for Han Feng. He said happily: "Come on! Son, you are grown up, be happy today, let's have a drink with me."

Han Feng picked up the wine glass as he spoke and clinked the glass with his father.

In fact, in Han Feng's opinion, the taste of this wine is really average, and it is more than a little worse than the various fine wines he drank in later generations. However, with the current conditions of the father and son, it is already very good to drink such wine. Moreover, even if my father couldn't bear to drink it, his father would not be willing to drink it until today.

Both of them had a very happy meal, especially Han Yiyuan. He had a good alcohol tolerance, but he got drunk early and was so happy that he was drunk.

Han Feng, who was standing in front of the window, looked up at the quiet night sky outside the window, and couldn't calm down for a long time. Looking at the bright moon, he remembered a lot, remembered the countless times he almost died, remembered the supreme technique he had obtained accidentally, remembered the master who gave him meticulous care, remembered the warm sect, and thought of...
Chapter completed!