I have a magic pot

But just a moment later, a red light flashed before Han Feng's eyes, and a fiery red figure slowly floated down from midair.

This figure is slim and coquettish, slender and graceful, wearing a bright red dress that burns like a flame, fluttering in the void like a blooming rose.

And in the center of the "petals", a pair of slender jade legs boldly exposed under the long skirt are as perfect as ivory carvings, making people dazzled.

When the fiery red figure floated in front of Han Feng, he finally saw his face clearly.

It was an extremely enchanting and beautiful face, red lips like fire, delicate face like jade, coupled with the thrilling and enchanting curves, and the long snow-white legs exposed at the slit of the long skirt, it was the face of an angel and the figure of a devil!

However, the woman's deep and bright eyes are like two stars, which look holy and noble. This is the combination of devil and angel, the embodiment of seductiveness and holiness.

All of a sudden, Han Feng felt that the door of his heart was hit hard. The woman in front of him was too perfect!

After Han Feng came to this world, the appearance of "Chu Hanxin" he saw was already "stunning".

But whether it is temperament or appearance, this woman has reached an extreme, and she is three points more stunning than Chu Hanxin.

Han Feng is not short, however, the woman in the red dress opposite is a bit taller than him.

At this moment, the woman's holy and noble eyes looked down at Han Feng, and there was a trace of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"Hmph, the 'Demon Refinement Pot', one of the top ten divine artifacts in ancient times, is an existence of the highest level of chaos, and it has become a chamber pot in your mouth. Are you trying to annoy me, little doll?"

The woman's tone was not kind, but the charming and soft voice seemed to have the effect of seductiveness, making people's hearts tremble, and they couldn't help being deeply attracted.

Chapter 7 The Son of Luck Is Me

Seeing this beautiful figure that suddenly appeared, Han Feng couldn't help being stunned, and then suddenly woke up.

"Refining... the demon refining pot, an ancient artifact, also known as the 'Jiuli pot', the demon refining pot?"

When the woman in red heard the words, her expression softened a little, and she said quietly.

"You still have some knowledge, but the name 'Jiuli' is just a name added by later generations, although 'Chi You', the leader of the Jiuli tribe, did control the demon refining pot for a period of time.

But how can he display the true power of the Demon Refining Pot based on his skills, let alone the name of the Demon Refining Pot, so don't mention the word 'Jiuli' again. "

"Uh……"

Han Feng opened his mouth in astonishment for a moment. As a descendant of Yan and Huang, he majored in archeology, so he naturally knows a lot about the origin of Chinese civilization. He also dabbled a lot in ancient myths and legends.

It is rumored that the "Demon Refining Pot" is one of the ancient treasures, which was created by the ancient god "Nu Wa" and possesses incredible power.

In myths and legends, it is said that the demon refining pot has the ability to create all things, and also has amazing destructive power. It has a strange space inside, and the space is so large that it seems to be able to accommodate the world.

However, myths are myths after all, and Han Feng has never taken them seriously.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the mysterious woman tell that the strange chamber pot turned out to be the legendary pot for refining demons. Han Feng couldn't believe it.

Seemingly seeing the suspicion in Han Feng's eyes, the woman said calmly.

"If it weren't for the power of the ancient artifact, do you think you would be able to come from your original world to the present world?"

Han Feng's heart was shocked, and he immediately understood that his time travel was caused by this woman, but even such bizarre things as time travel happened, and the existence of ancient artifacts seemed not impossible.

Han Feng still looked at the woman warily and said.

"Why...why did you bring me here?"

The woman said calmly.

"You are very lucky. I have chosen you. You will become the new owner of the demon refining pot. I will let you possess extremely powerful power and become the supreme master of this world!"

If it were someone else, hearing the woman's words, I'm afraid they would be knocked unconscious by the opportunity that came from heaven on the spot, and they would be ecstatic.

However, Han Feng remained expressionless, and even the vigilance in his eyes became stronger.

Han Feng is not a person with good luck, it has been like this since he was a child.

The lessons of blood and tears over and over again made this orphan have a certain sense of defense against anyone, and he did not believe that any good thing that fell from the sky would happen to him.

There is a vivid example in front of him. There are billions of people on the earth, and an ancient artifact chose him. Han Feng doesn't think he is a child of luck.

"Sorry, I'm not very interested in artifacts, you can ask someone else."

Hearing Han Feng's answer, a look of astonishment flashed in the woman's eyes, and then she smiled faintly.

"Hehe... Are you guarding against this immortal? Are you afraid that this immortal will harm you?"

Han Feng said noncommittally.

"I don't know what your purpose is, but I know very well that there is no free lunch in the world, and even if there is, I wouldn't dare to eat it.

After all, if you want to get something, you must give something, right? "

After hearing Han Feng's words, the woman showed interest in her eyes, and said with a look of approval.

"Yes, you are sober and not greedy, it seems that my choice is still correct.

As you said, if you want to become the master of the Demon Refining Pot, you need to pay a certain price. "

Han Feng's eyes flickered.

"What price?"

The woman covered her lips and smiled coquettishly, with a charming and natural charm.

"It seems that you are still very interested in me. In fact, the price you need to pay is very simple, just repairing the demon refining pot."

Chapter 8 Do you want to be a "real man"?

"Repair the demon refining pot?" Han Feng looked puzzled.

The woman's expression became a little more serious.

"Back then, I experienced an unprecedented battle with my master, and that battle severely damaged the Demon Refining Pot. It had already damaged the origin, and lost a lot of chaotic energy.

If you become the master of the Demon Refining Pot, you must find a way to search for the Qi of Chaos to restore the Demon Refining Pot. "

"What is the Qi of Chaos?" Han Feng asked puzzled.

The woman replied: "Before Pan Gu opened up the world, the heaven and the earth were filled with an air of chaos, and all the treasures of chaos were born in the air of chaos.

Later, when the world was first opened, the Qi of Chaos transformed into the universe, condensing all things and stars, and almost disappeared without a trace. In today's world, it is difficult to find the Qi of Chaos anymore. "

Han Feng frowned.

"In that case, how can I find it?"

The woman smiled leisurely.

"I don't expect you to find the Qi of Chaos, but even if you don't have the Qi of Chaos, you can use the spiritual power you absorb to nourish me."

In Hanfeng Wenyan, he pondered for a moment before opening his mouth.

"Then... what can I get?"

The woman looked directly at Han Feng, those beautiful eyes as bright as stars seemed to be able to read people's hearts, she said with a smile.

"Don't you want to be a 'Spirit Warrior'? With great strength, you can control your own destiny, and you can also help your family members get out of trouble."

Han Feng's heart moved, but he firmly suppressed the excitement in his heart.

"But I was born with a weak vein, so I can't cultivate at all."

"Hehe..." The woman giggled coquettishly, her smile trembling wildly, her beautiful face was full of disdain.

"If you can't even solve this little problem, how can this immortal be called the treasure of chaos? Besides, the demon refining pot still needs your spiritual power to support it. Naturally, this immortal can let you practice."

Han Feng's breathing became a little heavier, he knew that the other party had already pinched his life!

Ever since he came to Lingwu Continent and learned about the true face of this world, Han Feng really longed to become a Lingwu practitioner.

However, his intuition told Han Feng that this 'immortal in the pot' was a bit dangerous, and it seemed that all the thoughts in his mind could not escape her prying eyes.

In the silence, Hu Zhongxian stretched out a slender white thigh, stepped lightly, and stepped in front of Han Feng.

There was only a short distance between the two, and the plump and proud peaks of Hu Zhongxian almost touched Han Feng's chest. Her enchanting and soft voice whispered in Han Feng's ear.

"Could it be...do you still hesitate?"

When saying this, Hu Zhongxian's slender jade finger, with a cold and smooth real touch, gently caressed Han Feng's cheek, slid all the way down the neck to the chest, and then slid all the way to Han Feng's lower abdomen, And slowly continue to slide...

"Gudu...!"

Han Feng looked at the peerless beauty who was so close in front of him, and felt that icy touch, which spread all the way down, and the suppressed lust in his lower abdomen seemed to be crazily pulled by some invisible traction force, which was hard to suppress.

However, an invisible resistance made this desire fire seem to be blocked in a channel and could not be vented. This feeling of oppression made Han Feng's face turn red, and his chest felt tight, which was extremely uncomfortable!

In the end, the Immortal in the Pot's finger finally stopped at a critical moment, and on that stunning face, there was a trace of deep sympathy and resentment.

"Ugh……"

A soft sigh came from her mouth, and the Immortal in the Pot spoke quietly.

"It's a pity that you can't do it. If you can't be cured, you won't be able to be a real man for the rest of your life. It's so pitiful..."

"call……!"

Hu Zhongxian's light words made Han Feng feel like being struck by lightning, and even the last trace of his dignity as a man was completely trampled on.

At this moment, a wave of hot blood rushed to his head, Han Feng finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted loudly with red eyes!

"Okay, I am willing to become the master of the demon refining pot, as long as you can cure my natural useless pulse."

Chapter 9 The Demon Pot Recognizes the Lord

In the end, Han Feng agreed to Hu Zhongxian's deal.

He became the master of the Demon Refining Pot, and shouldered the responsibility of repairing the Demon Refining Pot, and the Immortal in the Pot had to solve the problem of his innate waste vein for him.

Although there were still some inexplicable worries and doubts in his heart, Han Feng couldn't refuse the other party's conditions.

A man who can't do it, no matter how strong he is and how much wealth he owns, he will never be happy. Instead of being an incomplete man, Han Feng would rather take the risk and be a "real man" "!"

Hearing that Han Feng finally agreed, Hu Zhongxian had a captivating smile on his face.

"Okay, then let's start to recognize the Lord with blood."

"Drop blood to recognize the Lord? How to drip it, just drop it directly on the ground?"

Han Feng was taken aback, looked around, and finally pointed to the ground under his feet and asked.

Before Han Feng could react, a cold jade hand stretched out and took his hand.

Immediately, under Han Feng's astonished gaze, Hu Zhongxian's red lips parted slightly, and his sandalwood mouth opened slightly, revealing a ruddy lilac tongue, which actually put one of Han Feng's index fingers in his mouth.

"hiss……!"

Suddenly, a warm and slippery, extremely soft touch wrapped Han Feng's fingertips, a strong wave-like impact, violently impacting the fragile heart of this senior old virgin who has been single for more than 20 years .

Finally, Han Feng couldn't hold it back, and couldn't help but let out a hearty groan.

But as soon as the voice reached his mouth, it suddenly turned into a scream.

"what……!"

The wet and silky feeling that was originally wrapped around the fingertips suddenly turned into a heart-piercing pain!

At the same time, a force of attraction came from his fingertips, and Han Feng felt that the blood in his whole body seemed to be drawn, and rushed out of his fingertips.

In an instant, the sharp pain at the fingertips disappeared, but Han Feng felt icy cold all over, and his mind was dizzy for a while, as if he had lost too much blood.

On the other hand, the Immortal in the Pot has opened her mouth at this moment and let go of Han Feng's fingers. Her delicate face is like a flower after being moistened by rain and dew, and it looks more and more beautiful.

Han Feng also noticed that there was a pale golden flash between the opponent's eyebrows, something like a rune.

The moment the rune disappeared, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be a mysterious connection between himself and the Immortal in the Pot.

With a charming smile on Hu Zhongxian's face, he said to Han Feng.

"From now on, your blood will flow in his body, you have to treat him well, and use a lot of spiritual energy to nourish him, master!"

Due to excessive blood loss, Han Feng was still a little dizzy in his mind. Seeing Hu Zhongxian's seductive posture and ambiguous tone at first glance, he shuddered and took a step back.

Han Feng now understood that the Pot Immortal in front of him was definitely a rose with thorns, and he couldn't be confused because of her beauty.

Set your mind at ease, Han Feng said.

"Now that I have completed my acknowledgment of the Lord, it's time for you to fulfill your promise. How can I get rid of my natural useless pulse?"

Immortal in the pot smiled and nodded.