Xuanhuan: I Medicine Emperor Han Feng, Has Life Simulator

He looked around calmly, his handsome face was covered with a layer of mist under the scorching sun, and he couldn't see it clearly.

Star-like eyes, fair skin, tall figure, exudes an extraordinary breath.

This person is none other than Han Feng.

After spending a month and a half, he finally came to this continent~.

In the direction he was looking at, a distorted space seemed extremely abrupt.

Vaguely, it seemed that a huge ice gate could be seen standing in it, exuding ancient majesty.

There, is the spatial gate leading to the Ice Spirit Race.

Along the way, he was looking for news of the ice master.

Unfortunately, nothing was found.

Therefore, he decided to go directly to the ancestral land of the Ice Spirit Race to see if the Ice Lord was there.

Before he appeared here, in the distance, a group of people were rushing towards this place.

"Who are you?"

One of them asked immediately after seeing the extraordinary Han Feng.

Han Feng looked at him coldly and did not speak.

The man's face suddenly gloomy, just about to attack.

Behind him, a middle-aged man grabbed him and said to the cold wind cupped fist: "This fellow daoist, this is the ancestral land of my Ice Spirit Clan, not my clan, and are not allowed to trespass, if the fellow daoist doesn't know, I will. Don't blame me, please leave.35

"I'm here to find someone." Han Feng said leisurely.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression softened, and he asked with a smile, "I wonder who this fellow daoist is looking for?

As soon as these words came out, Han Feng suddenly showed a thoughtful look.

For a time, he actually forgot what the ice master was called.

It seems the last name should be.

wrong.

That was her reincarnation.

What about her real name?

Unexpectedly, Han Feng simply said: "A woman in a white dress looks very good-looking.

Hearing this, everyone looked at Han Feng and frowned slightly.

The warm-faced middle-aged man said embarrassedly, "This fellow daoist, there are tens of thousands of people from the Ice Spirit Tribe, if you describe it like this, I really don't know where to start.

Han Feng looked at him and said seriously, "You know how good-looking you are? It's the kind that you can't look away from at a glance. In the entire world, there are really not many women who are more beautiful than her."

This may be Han Feng's only impression of the Ice Lord.

Below, the middle-aged man was still thinking about which clan's appearance could rank in the forefront of the Great Thousand World.

At this moment, the man who spoke first suddenly came close to his ear and whispered: "Third uncle, he is not talking about the woman who broke into our ancestral land some time ago. 995

・・・・Seeking flowers・・・

"That's right, it's her.

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to answer, Han Feng said with great certainty.

It's just that he said that.

Immediately, the surrounding Ice Spirit clansmen showed vigilance and were on guard.

Even the middle-aged man's smile faltered, and he couldn't help holding the big sword around his waist.

"What's your relationship with that woman?" The middle-aged man looked at Han Feng and asked coldly.

"Relationship?" Han Feng pondered and replied, "I covered her.

Although the Dragon Emperor and the Eight Ancient Lords are nominally Han Feng's subordinates.

But in fact, most of the time, Han Feng never regarded them as his subordinates, and more put them on an equal position with himself.

So he didn't say that the ice master was his own subordinate.

Hearing this, everyone immediately understood that this was the woman's reinforcements.

They brought out their own weapons one after another, activating the Spirit Power in their bodies, staring at him stubbornly.

Seeing this, Han Feng immediately realized that the Ice Spirit Tribe had really imprisoned the Ice Master.

So his face changed: "It seems that I can only be hard." Next.