Chen Feng ignored Jin Feng's words and continued to observe the bottle carefully.
Seeing that Chen Feng was looking at it so seriously, Jin Feng couldn't help but move over with some curiosity. As a result, after looking at it for a long time, he didn't see anything special.
"Jin Feng."
Chen Feng's sudden voice startled Jin Feng. He was stunned and quickly responded: "Master, what's wrong?"
"Put your hand on this bottle."
Although Jin Feng didn't understand what he was doing, he knew in his heart that Chen Feng would not harm him, so he stretched out his hand to touch the bottle.
The moment he touched it, a bone-chilling chill spread, and ice crystals spread where it came into contact with the bottle. In the blink of an eye, most of his arms were covered, and the ice crystals continued to spread.
"Master, what's going on?" Jin Feng's teeth were chattering as he spoke, and the biting coldness slowed down the flow of spiritual energy.
Even so, he still didn't take his hand away from the bottle.
"Bring your hand."
As soon as the words fell, Jin Feng was pulled back by his hand, and he tried his best to circulate the spiritual energy in his body to stop the spread of ice crystals.
"So powerful?" Even Chen Feng was a little surprised.
"Master, what is this bottle used for, and why is it so powerful?" Jin Feng took a few steps back, very afraid of the bottle.
"I don't know either." Chen Feng grabbed Jin Feng's hand and sent him spiritual energy to help him relieve the sequelae caused by the bottle.
"Is it determined based on the cultivation level of the person who touches it?"
Chen Feng reached out and touched the bottle again, feeling nothing but a biting chill.
Looking at Chen Feng with no change in his hands, Jin Feng's eyes were full of envy: "I will also work hard to practice and reach the master's current level of cultivation as soon as possible."
"Go and call Han Hao."
After a while, Han Hao followed Jin Feng back. Before he could ask what happened, Chen Feng pointed to the bottle on the table and said, "Please touch this bottle."
"Master, he..." Jin Feng took a step forward, feeling worried.
Even his master-level cultivation couldn't stop the power of this bottle. Han Hao, an ordinary person, was frozen to death the moment he touched it?
It was Han Hao who took the initiative to comfort Jin Feng: "It will be okay."
He believed that Chen Feng would not kill him.
She just wanted to kill him, so why did she ask Jin Feng to call him and still have so many people know that it was Chen Feng who was looking for him?
If Chen Feng wanted to kill Han Hao, he could just move his fingers. There was no need to cause trouble for himself.
"Be careful." Jin Feng stared at Han Hao nervously and stretched out a hand, ready to pull him back at any time.
Han Hao, on the other hand, was so speechless and mentally burdened that he grabbed the bottle. Jin Feng stretched out his hand and placed it awkwardly in mid-air. He couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Han Hao touched the bottle, but there was no change at all. He even got it in his hand.
"You don't feel anything?" Jin Feng opened his mouth and cautiously stretched out his hand to touch it. The biting coldness made him quickly take his hand back.
"It just feels cool. It's very comfortable to hold in the summer." Han Hao didn't understand why Jin Feng asked this.
"As expected." Chen Feng looked thoughtful and asked Han Hao to bring over an iron box and put the bottle inside.
"Chen Feng, what's going on with this bottle?" Han Hao was also a little curious. Is a bottle worth their time?
"There is something special about this bottle that only cultivators can detect."
"So that's it." Han Hao didn't continue to ask for details, he just wanted to stop there.