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During the exchange of cultivation experiences, Han Changlin was also very pleased to find that all the monks who participated in the exchange of experiences did not ask about their origins, techniques, or magical tools. This was also an underlying rule of this kind of gathering.
They treated it as a no-brainer, and after exchanging their experiences, everyone left without cliques, friendships, or even a word of respect, as if they no longer knew each other after leaving the house.
Han Changlin greatly agreed with this method of communication, so in the next few months, he participated in no less than ten experience exchange meetings, and all of the experience exchange meetings he participated in were a group of foundation-building immortal cultivators. .
This kind of communication circle is also very fixed. Low-level monks in the Qi Refining Stage will also have some gatherings to exchange experiences, but there are not many. There are many more such gatherings for monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
As for the golden elixir stage immortal cultivators and those Nascent Soul old monsters, they will naturally not get involved with them, and the place where high-level monks exchange their experiences is also extremely hidden, and low-level monks have no way of knowing.
Han Changlin gained a lot from frequent experience exchange meetings and his practice became smoother.
Time passed quickly under such circumstances.
In the early morning of this day, Han Changlin opened his eyes from his trance, with a look of contemplation in his eyes. It was only more than half a month before the opening of Tianyan Valley, and it would take a few more days to set off from Muyan Fairy City to Tianyan Valley. Days of time.
Han Changlin thought that news about Feng Yixiao would come out in the next few days.
Just as he was about to get up and go shopping in Chengdongfang City, Han Changlin's storage bag suddenly emitted a bright blue light. Han Changlin patted the storage bag on his waist, and a jade slip flew out.
A ball of blue light automatically emitted from the jade slip and shot into the air several feet in front of Han Changlin, turning into a map of light and shadow, with the location of a small valley marked on the map, which was very conspicuous.
Han Changlin's face showed some contemplation, then he stood up and headed towards the gate of Muyan Fairy City without even completing the procedures for leaving the inn.
When renting this courtyard, Han Changlin paid three years' rent in one lump sum, and there were only a few days left. Therefore, after leaving the inn, Han Changlin walked for half an hour and went directly out of the city gate.
Then it turned into a ray of light and flew towards the distance.
During the years he lived in Muyan Fairy City, Han Changlin had a clear understanding of the surrounding environment. He purchased several copies of the map of the distribution of monsters within hundreds of thousands of miles around the Fairy City.
Therefore, he also had a clear understanding of the distribution of monsters outside the fairy city, so he did not use Qinggong to fly over the ground carefully like when he came.
However, Han Changlin was extremely vigilant along the way. Although there were no powerful second-level monsters or above on the route he chose, there was no guarantee that there would be no newly born high-level monsters. If he encountered one, even if Han Changlin was not afraid, he would Therefore it was delayed for some time.
Tianyan Valley is tens of thousands of kilometers west of Muyan Fairy City. A few days later, Han Changlin came to the sky above a canyon. After thinking about it for a moment, Han Changlin pressed the escape light and fell into the sky after determining the specific location. In that valley.
Although there were some twists and turns along the way, and he encountered several second-level monsters that had just advanced, Han Changlin did not entangle them. Instead, he relied on his speed to directly throw away those second-level monsters.
He arrived at the address sent by Feng Yixiao relatively smoothly. After falling into the valley, Han Changlin spread his spiritual consciousness and instantly searched the surrounding area of more than a thousand feet.
Except for a few low-level monsters that shrank into the cave after sensing his spiritual pressure, there were no higher-level monsters. Han Changlin felt relieved.
After finding a clean bluestone, Han Changlin sat cross-legged on it, then closed his eyes and calmed down.
Han Changlin has repeatedly confirmed this valley several times, and it should be correct. It seems that he should be the first to arrive here. Han Changlin is not in a hurry. As long as the address is correct, the rest of the people will come sooner or later.
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Early the next morning, Han Changlin's eyebrows moved slightly and he opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, two thick rays of light, one golden and one green, fell from the sky and landed on the open space a few feet away in front of Han Changlin.
The light dispersed, revealing a man and a woman.
One of the male cultivators was in his forties, with a white face and no beard. He was Feng Yixiao, the person who convened the secret palace team this time. Needless to say, the other woman in her thirties who was wearing a yellow robe was his wife Zhou Li.
"Unexpectedly, my wife and I just sent the message and set off, but they were still one step behind Brother Han. From this, it can be seen that Brother Han's flight speed is far faster than that of my wife and me."
Before Han Changlin could speak, Feng Yixiao had already laughed and started talking.
Hearing this, Han Changlin stood up from the bluestone and bowed his hands towards the two of them:
"Fellow Daoist Feng is overly praised. Han has only just arrived, and he and the Xian couple are nothing more than front and back."
When Feng Yixiao's wife Zhou Li heard what Han Changlin said, she smiled slightly but said nothing. Feng Yixiao was also slightly stunned, and then smiled and said:
"No matter what, as long as Brother Han comes, it will be fine, but we have to wait for a day or two until the remaining six fellow Taoists have all arrived before we set off."
Seeing Zhou Li's expression, Han Changlin's heart moved, and then a hint of embarrassment appeared on his old face. He had meditated all night, and his energy was restrained. He had just woken up from trance, and he had not yet used mana to steam the robe dry. of steam.
How could this be hidden from the two of them? Naturally, they saw it. Han Changlin's back-and-forth remarks were naturally self-defeating. However, the two of them also knew that Han Changlin was modest and did not like to show off. It's just not revealed.
After thinking about this, Han Changlin was naturally very embarrassed, but after a while, his expression returned to normal, and his face was already very tempered by cultivation.
From Han Changlin's point of view, this so-called embarrassment doesn't matter. His current appearance is still that of the black-faced young man back then, and through the transformation method, his current image is more realistic.
Han Changlin believed that although the Feng Yixiao couple in front of him seemed very mysterious to him, they should not be able to see through his own transformation skills.
"Brother Han, have you mastered the Soul Locking Technique and the Wind Hidden Formation?"
Feng Yixiao seemed not to notice the embarrassment on Han Changlin's face before and asked with a smile.
"Although the Soul Locking Technique is a bit obscure, Han has already mastered the oral formula and the method of envoy. As for the Wind Hidden Formation, Han has only a rough understanding of it. Compared with the virtuous couple, it is naturally far inferior. However, Han believes that there will be no problem in cooperating with the virtuous couple to drive this formation."
"Haha, it's good if you can use it. I'm not afraid of Brother Han's jokes about this formation. Even Feng is just a rough master. In the end, the only one who can truly understand the secrets of this formation is my wife."
After hearing this, Zhou Li couldn't help but glare at Feng Yixiao, with a look of hatred on her pretty face.
Seeing his wife's expression, the smile on Feng Yixiao's face also showed a bit of embarrassment:
"Hehe, the art of formation is difficult to understand. If you don't understand it for a hundred and eighty years, you won't be able to get in. Besides, my husband and I are inseparable. If you know it, it's not the same as if I know it."
When Zhou Li heard Feng Yixiao's sophistry, she couldn't help but rolled her eyes with a speechless expression.
"Haha, there is no need to be polite as a virtuous couple, but Mrs. Feng is really a genius. She has understood the formation method so thoroughly at the level of Foundation Establishment. This is not just a matter of hard work."
Han Changlin knows very well that through the accumulation of time, one can naturally understand the secrets of formation and formation.
But if you want to use a formation skillfully, you not only need to work hard, but you also need to have some talent in this area.
Obviously, Mrs. Feng is very talented in formations, so she can rely on her cultivation in the foundation-building period to delve into the art of formations so deeply. The Wind Hidden Formation in Han Changlin's hand is very amazing. Formation, integrated with the natural wind.
It turned into a shadowless and invisible existence, and during the flight, Feng Lan was not frightened, and even had only a small impact on the fluctuations of the airflow. What made Han Changlin even more amazed was that the Wind Hidden Formation could even eject immortal cultivators. The spiritual consciousness is locked.
Although Han Changlin had not tried this function himself, Han Changlin was amazed after understanding it from the introduction of the formation.
If such a fantastic idea was really developed by Mrs. Feng herself, then in Han Changlin's opinion, it would not be as simple as having a talent, but a wizard in the art of formation.
While the three of them were chatting, three rays of light suddenly fell from the sky. The light dispersed, revealing two men and one woman. One of the two men looked to be in his thirties, with a slender face. It happened to have a wide mouth, which seemed to cut off the entire face in the middle.
The other person was an old man in his fifties, with short gray and white hair, wearing a coarse blue silk linen robe. The robe was also covered with dust and dirt, making him look very sloppy.
But that woman made Han Changlin and the others shine. She was only in her mid-twenties, had short ear-length hair, and was not wearing the robes commonly worn by immortal cultivators.
Instead, she wore a long skirt with a waistband, and the scenery there seemed to hide endless mysteries.
As normal men, Han Changlin and Feng Yixiao couldn't help but take a second look at such a beauty.
"ah!"
At this time, a scream suddenly came from beside Han Changlin. Instinctively, Han Changlin almost used Qing Kung Fu to float a few feet away. When he took a closer look, it was Feng Yixiao whose old face turned red.
Zhou Li, who was beside him, was gently moving a delicate hand away from his waist.
"Hey, fellow Daoist Feng, why did you scream when you saw the three of us? Could it be that you are not welcome?"
The thirty-year-old monk with a long face and a wide mouth had a sly look in his eyes and smiled lightly.
The fifty-year-old man also gently stroked his long beard, with a bit of a smile in his eyes.
When the hot woman heard this, she even raised an eyebrow at Feng Yixiao very openly, and actually teased Feng Yixiao directly in front of Zhou Li.
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