The little doctor of rebirth

Chapter 242 A Conversation Between Unknown Years

At this time, a pair of master and apprentice in the Black Corner Territory had gone through countless years of longing, and finally asked for a chance to meet and talk.

Yao Lao's sleeves were buzzing constantly, his handsome face seemed to have a bit of cold killing intent, and there was no trace of tenderness in his eyes.

"I have never said the words "poor temperament and surly temperament. I have never believed that the disciple raised by me would be that kind of person. This is what the elders of Xingyun Pavilion told me together." .”

"You have offended all the elders of the Xingyun Pavilion during the few years you stayed in the Xingyun Pavilion. Do you really think that no one else knows about the bastard things you did in the pavilion?"

"If the elders hadn't shown me the evidence together, I would never have believed that you had such a temperament in private."

"Feng Xian has always respected me very much, so he is also very concerned about my only disciple, and he has always paid attention to your affairs. But who would know that he would give me a big "surprise" when he paid attention to him kindly? "Well, what a sarcasm."

"That's why I keep telling you that your character is not good, and then I will train you. I am waiting for you to give you a chance to change. But you have never changed, never, not even once."

Yao Lao seemed to think of something, shook his head and said lightly, the disappointment and remorse in his eyes were fleeting, and soon anger poured into them.

"Feng Xian? It really is him, huh, so I knew it was his whistleblower. Since the first day I joined your sect, he can't understand me, and he has to point and point at everything I do. He What you know is all pedantic views, pedantic views!"

As soon as Han Feng mentioned Venerable Feng, he showed a disgusted expression, obviously he had a bad impression of Venerable Feng.

"What surprised me the most was that you joined hands with people from the Soul Palace. You know that I hate the Soul Palace organization the most, but you still have to get in touch."

"When did you contact Soul Palace behind my back?"

At this time, the scene has developed into a dialogue, and the emotions of both of them are very unstable.

"As for when?"

"Hehe, of course it was after you rejected my request for the eighth time to be executed.

And what makes you even more unexpected is the person sent by the Soul Palace to contact me. "

As he was talking, Han Feng's tone became even more irritable, and he smiled at Tian Yang and mocked Yao Lao and said, "Haha, he is your fellow apprentice, Old Man Mu Gu. So there is no foreign enemy involved in what happened back then. It’s nothing more than an out-and-out rivalry, hahaha.”

After Han Feng finished speaking, he looked at Yao Lao expectantly, hoping to find even a trace of anger or sadness in Yao Lao's face, then he would be satisfied.It's a pity that he found nothing, nothing.

"Old man Mu Gu?"

Yao Lao said indifferently, and couldn't help thinking of a wretched figure in his mind.

Old man Mugu, he is no longer his fellow disciple, but an enemy, a mouse to be exterminated, so there is no need to be sad.

Brother of the same sect, when did that happen?
"Han Feng, you haven't understood one thing until now, that is, although I had many confidante back then, I had no children."

"And I only have you as a disciple, so you must be the one who inherits my mantle in the end, whether it is the number one pharmacist in the mainland, the ninth-rank treasure alchemy master, the nine-turn peak Dou Zun, or Xingyun, one of the four pavilions in Zhongzhou. Pavilion Master, these inheritances will be inherited by you after my death."

"All you need to do is wait quietly, but you don't even want to wait. You don't have the patience. It really disappoints me."

Yao Lao looked at Han Feng expressionlessly and said, looking at Han Feng in his eyes like looking at a fool.

"Then why didn't you say it sooner? Why didn't you say it sooner?"

"No, it's not my fault! It's not my fault, it's your fault for not telling me this earlier, why did you make me wait so long?"

"Why should I wait, huh? I did nothing wrong, I never did anything wrong."

Han Feng, who was a little lost at first, became more and more determined as he spoke, and he laughed wildly and said.

"Hey, he has been deeply infatuated with demons, and he has no regrets at all. It's time for me to end all this."

Yao Lao sighed slightly in his heart and said, the young and ignorant child back then has turned into such a appearance now.

"I originally planned to let my apprentice finish you directly instead of me, but this matter was born by me and should be destroyed by me, so let me personally take action to end it all."

A trace of killing intent flashed in Yao Lao's eyes, and the power in his hands continued to condense.

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing this scene, Han Feng laughed wildly and said, "Apprentice?"

Han Feng knelt on the ground, pointed at Yao Lao and laughed maniacally. While laughing, he hammered the ground with his hands desperately, wantonly.

And Yao Lao just watched Han Feng laughing quietly with no expression on his face.

"Hehe, oops, I laughed so hard, I burst into tears."

After laughing for a while, Han Feng slowly restrained his smile and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"boom!"

A large white handprint of energy slapped Han Feng's face, and Han Feng, who had already been sealed with fighting spirit, flew out like a broken sack, and hit the big tree behind him fiercely.

"puff!"

Han Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Yao Lao, Xiao Yixian and others with cruel eyes. Even if he died, he still had to remember these people.

Severely scold them to death in hell...

"You can take what I give you, and you can't take what I don't give you. This is what a master and apprentice should have. So let me take back everything I gave you in the past today."

Yao Lao stretched out his right hand as he spoke, and tapped lightly on the cyclone in Han Feng's abdomen.

"No! It's all because of my own hard work, you can't do this!"

Han Feng struggled with red eyes and said, what should he do without his cultivation?
It's just that he, who is already a useless person, has long been locked in by Yao Lao's aura and can't move, so he can only watch helplessly as Yao Lao's big withered hand stretches towards his abdomen like lightning.

As Yao Lao tapped Han Feng's cyclone lightly with his right index finger, there was a "boo", as if something was broken.

"No!"

Han Feng let out a scream that shook the sky.

Han Feng's whole energy was like a leaking balloon, and he wasted rapidly under the scream, his complexion was so pale that he didn't look like a living person.

"This is destroying the foundation of your practice."

Yao Lao, who broke Han Feng's cyclone, did not stop, and continued to stretch his right hand towards Han Feng's brow through the air.

just a little bit...

"boom!"

An incomparably majestic soul power like a giant dragon frantically poured into Han Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, trampling and destroying it to his heart's content.

(End of this chapter)