"What do you want to do?" Han Feng instinctively took a step back. The murderous aura emitted by the Lord of the God of Wealth Pavilion was very strong, but there was a reassuring smile on his face.

It is the most terrifying thing to get involved in such an enemy.

"Did you see this bone?" The Lord of the God of Wealth shook the Tianling Cover in his hand, gently tapped its eyebrows with his fingers, and even made a crack shake out with a click.

"Look at whether this bone is no different from that of ordinary people." He seemed to throw it casually and threw it into Han Feng's arms, but the angle was very tricky, so Han Feng had to take it.

Han Feng was fiddling with the skull carefully and repeatedly. Just as he was about to say that nothing was wrong, he suddenly stared at him, as if he had discovered some shocking secret.

Just now, the Lord of the God of Wealth Pavilion deliberately shook out from the crack in the middle of the skull's eyebrows, and a golden light faintly shone, as if there was a piece of glowing gold inside.

"Dare you ask the Lord, what is this light?" Han Feng knew that this person was very dangerous and must have some understanding of this thing. "You deliberately let me see it, and I believe you understand the answer to this question."

"Young master has good eyesight. This is a kind of martial arts. Cultivating to the level of great success can greatly strengthen the body, speed and strength. If it can reach the peak, it can even make the bones of the whole body comparable to gold and stone, and eventually turn into golden bones." The Lord of the God of Wealth said, maintaining his harmless smile.

"Then what are your plans to come to me?" Han Feng sneered. He knew very well that this person could not do a loss-making business and would never hand over the martial arts to him easily.

The Lord of the God of Wealth clapped his hands and looked up and said, "Since everyone is open and bright, I will just say that the rumored owner of the golden bone can escape into the way of heaven, and every move contains the power of heaven, and master the thunder of thousands of pounds of thunder, but the only condition is that this person must have excellent talent and natural soul essence."

He paused again, leaned closer to Han Feng's ear and whispered: "I hope you can learn this technique and give me the golden bones. I can use the bone replacement technique for you to ensure that your cultivation and life span are unscathed."

After hearing this, Han Feng was surprised and still kept on alert and asked, "I won't change my bones with you, and I remember that the bone changes technique was lost a hundred years ago."

"Lost?" The Lord of the God of Wealth Shakes His Head and said, "As long as I am here, this bone-changing technique will never be left behind."

"Why should I practice a golden bone for you?" Han Feng was unwilling at all. "If I worked hard to achieve the peak level for so long, but in the end I used it for you, wouldn't I be very detrimental?"

"Haha, young master, how can you say this? I give you this set of Tongtian martial arts. Even if you practice it, break it after it is broken when it is changed, you can practice a golden bone again, and maybe you will make progress." The Lord of the God of Wealth waved his hand and said, "I guess it will take only ten years to cultivate it. Ten years to change this set of martial arts. I think you know very well for practitioners to make a profit and not lose money."

"Do you think I will believe you? You are a businessman, how can I make money?" Han Feng did not believe the nonsense he said at all. Such a powerful martial art must have its shortcomings and dangers.

"Young Master, you are very cautious and smart, but you also know that if you don't agree today, you will not be able to leave the gate of the God of Wealth Pavilion." The Lord of the God of Wealth Pavilion no longer smiled, but said seriously, as if he was already a little angry.

"Then you can try it. I know you won't be willing to give up this opportunity." Han Feng was also fearless and began to relax.

"Okay, then I tell you that the reason why this technique is powerful but there are very few people who practice it is, first of all, its premise requirements are very strict, and secondly, it needs to be closed to the soul of the practitioner and then break it. Every time it crosses a realm, it needs to be broken. In the past three hundred years, no one has been able to cultivate it to the peak realm alive. I think you are clear about the dangers in it." said the Lord of the God of Wealth.

"Look, don't you want me to be your scapegoat?" Han Feng said this, but he was so ecstatic that he began to make a wishful thinking.

This kind of exercise is simply for his current state. He cannot use the soul essence now, so it doesn't matter if he is closed. Moreover, the nature of the Heavenly Evil Demon Yuan he possesses is the soul essence immortal, and it is not a problem to break it for more than a dozen times.

In other words, compared to ordinary soul owners, he does not need to recover soul essence at all. As long as he is given one month, he can practice this set of martial arts to the realm of great success.

"Young Master, everything has its pros and cons. If you want to become a powerful person, you have to be unafraid of danger." The Lord of the God of Wealth began to induce things in a row, and was very worried that Han Feng would give up his martial arts because of this disadvantage.

"Okay, I promise you that I will learn this technique within ten years." Han Feng pretended to be unable to help but temptation, but in fact he was already full of joy.

"I'll be ten years away. I'll make you afraid to touch me in ten months. I'll see where you got the courage to change my bones with me." Han Feng thought happily, but suddenly felt that his thoughts were very dangerous. Since the Han family was destroyed, he has lost his former gentlemanly style and demeanor in a subtle way.

But he thought again, as long as he could avenge his parents and family and kill his enemies with blood, no matter what he did, it would be worth it and would be forgiven.

"Okay, I'll give you this technique. At that time, the day when the golden bones are perfect will be golden and the world will be strange. The world will appear for several days. At that time, I will go to find you." The Lord of the God of Wealth took out a roll of shining bamboo slips from his arms and handed them to Han Feng, and deliberately smiled and patted his shoulder to show encouragement.

"Come here, send this young master out." The Lord of the God of Wealth Pavilion thought for a while and asked again, "Can you tell Daming?"

"When you sit down, you don't change your surname or your name, your surname is Han Feng."

"Young Master Han, Liao Yuanchu, the leader of the God of Wealth Pavilion, is looking forward to meeting again in the future." Liao Yuanchu showed a kind smile and waved goodbye to Han Feng.

"Okay, Master Liao will see you next day!" Han Feng also bowed with fists, turned around and left without looking back.

After the guards beside him left the God of Wealth Pavilion, Han Feng walked through many streets and alleys, walked to an uninhabited corner, took out the shining bamboo slips from the Qiankun bag and glanced a few times. After confirming that there were no traps, he put away the bamboo slips with peace of mind and laughed: "Haha, God helps me!"

He once saw rumors of golden bones in the Sutra Pavilion of Medicine Hall. It is said that if a practitioner can cultivate golden bones, he can dominate one side, control thousands of troops, and have the power of gathering luck.

Of course, he also knew that these were rumors, and the specific real effect would be confirmed by him personally.

Just as Han Feng was smiling and planning to find a tavern to eat, a few drops of water suddenly dripped on its cheek, and then a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, pedestrians on the street saw a pretty young man running wildly in a white robe in the rain in the heavy rain. He couldn't help but wonder: "It seems that he was born from a wealthy family. Could it be that he didn't know if the weather on the Poison Scorpion Plain is good? He dared not bring an umbrella when he went out?"

Han Feng finally ran to the tavern, but his body was already wet and his hair was wrapped around his neck, making him feel so uncomfortable.

I was just saying that God helped him, but the next moment God showed him what joy is to lead to sorrow.
Chapter completed!