When Han Feng was about to leave this place, he frowned suddenly, stopped, and took out the broken sword from the space storage bag in his arms. At this moment, it was trembling slightly, as if it was sensing something.
Han Feng was overjoyed and quickly took it and walked in a random direction. But after a few steps, the tremor of the broken sword disappeared. He quickly stopped, returned to the original position, and walked in the opposite direction. But before he had even taken a few feet away, the broken sword stopped shaking again.
He had no choice but to return to the original place again, pondered for a while, and then moved to two other directions in succession, but it was still the same. Only then did he understand, and quickly returned to the original position. Without saying a word, he directly used the broken sword to attack He dug a hole in the ground, and the deeper he dug, the more violent the broken sword trembled, which made him look forward to it even higher and secretly excited him. From time to time, Han Feng dug out some hard rocks from the ground, like crystals. These were also extremely sharp for the broken sword, otherwise it would be difficult to dig them out. Those crystal-like stones may be there to seal the energy leakage of Yixin Stone. Otherwise, due to the super radiation ability of Yixin Stone, over a long period of time, the energy inside it will be exhausted and become a piece of loess.
After a while, after digging a large pit several feet deep and several feet wide, a half-fist-sized Yixin stone was revealed at the edge of the bottom of the pit, shining brightly with starlight.
Such a large piece of Yixin Stone would be extremely valuable if put on an outside auction, and it would be difficult to obtain it without millions of spiritual stones.
Han Feng was overjoyed and didn't need to dig it out. He just stuck the broken sword on it and let the broken sword absorb its essence.
The brilliance of the broken sword flows, and a layer of shallow lines automatically emerges, exuding a faint glorious light, covering the Yixin stone below, constantly devouring its essence.
Han Feng's soul power was always observing the changes of the broken sword, and sure enough, he saw that the blade was growing out of its fracture, like strands of flesh wriggling, which was very magical.
Fifty or sixty breaths later, a series of explosions suddenly came from the distance, and the ground on Han Feng's side shook. It seemed that a war was taking place there, and it was still spreading towards him.
Han Feng was a little surprised, thinking that he was located on the edge of Red Flame Island. It stands to reason that no strong man would stay here, and he had already gone deep into the island to start a battle with the Fire Ape King.
Just as he was thinking like this, there was another explosion, like countless thunders ringing in his ears, and even air waves rushed over. Many big trees collapsed and pressed on his body.
Naturally, these big trees would not be noticed by Han Feng. With a casual display of the body-protecting purple light, they were shaken into powder and scattered around.
At this moment, a figure flashed out from the air waves, and its whole body was wrapped in flames. It was like a torch, and the fire was radiating. Even if it was covered by spiritual mist, it could be seen clearly from a distance. At this moment, this man waved his fists from time to time, shooting fist shadows made of flames to attack the enemies in the spiritual mist.
And another figure of Lingwu loomed, as if there was a green light flickering, and green wind blades were flying all over the sky, intercepting hundreds of flaming fist shadows, setting off a wave of energy higher than the previous wave, destroying the surrounding area. All trees tens of feet tall.
Han Feng was washed away by the aftermath of their battle, but he remained motionless, silently emitting purple light to protect his body, and at the same time guarding the broken sword to absorb the essence of the Yixin Stone.
Fortunately, there was a mysterious power barrier here, and the two people were unable to detect his presence during the fierce battle. Of course, the main reason was that he was still more than ten feet away from them. It would be difficult to tell if he was any closer.
Time flies, and dozens of breaths have passed, but Broken Sword still has not absorbed the essence of the Yixin Stone in the ground, which makes Han Feng a little surprised. Logically speaking, Broken Sword should have finished devouring it long ago, even if this The Yixin stone is half the size of a fist.
With a thought in Han Feng's mind, his palm was like a knife, wrapped in purple light. It was also indestructible. With the Yixin Stone as the center, he kept digging into the outer area. After a while, his eyes shone brightly, and a large piece of Yixin Stone appeared at the bottom of the pit, which was as big as a head. The half-fist-sized piece before was just a raised part of it. No wonder the Broken Sword had not been removed for so long. Can be absorbed completely. Such a large piece of Yixin stone is worth tens of millions of spiritual stones, not to mention.
Han Feng suppressed his excitement and continued to dig outside. However, the Yixin Stone did not expand further, but he was satisfied.
In just a short while, the two monks who were fighting fiercely had moved to an area only five or six feet away from him. The aftermath of the battle was raging, and he was like a small boat in the vast ocean, but he was still calm. Not moving, showing no sign of overturning.
At this moment, a beam of soul power swept over, and there was a sudden sound of surprise. Then the monk covered in flames changed direction without warning and rushed towards Han Feng.
Han Feng raised his eyebrows and made a prompt decision. He picked up the broken sword and was about to put away the Yixin Stone at the same time. But at this moment, a flame flooded over and covered several feet in radius.
"die!"
The monk wrapped in flames roared angrily and waved his hand to spread out such a flame, it was like fire coming from heaven.
Unfortunately, it didn't go as he wished. A little bit of purple light emerged from the flames, filling it instantly and replacing the entire flame. With a bang, a series of purple light fist shadows connected into one, flew out, and rushed toward them like mountains and seas. other side.
The monk wrapped in flames was furious and frightened, and kept waving the flame fist shadows. The needle tip collided with the purple light fist shadows one by one, and both of them were annihilated and became invisible, without even the slightest wave of air.
The monk wrapped in flames was a little surprised, his face became solemn, and he did not continue to take action. The monk with flashing green light also came over, showing an elegant appearance, wearing a light blue Confucian robe, holding a feather fan, swaying gently, looking relaxed and at ease.
Han Feng had already jumped out of the big pit and was standing on the edge of the pit. The broken sword in his hand and the Yixin Stone in the pit were also missing. They had obviously been put away by him.
"Your Excellency, I am Yuxian Zong Yun Changkong. This fellow Taoist who plays with fire is Liu Yan from Jiuxiao Palace. As the saying goes, whoever sees it has a share. For such a large piece of Yixin stone, can you get two-thirds of it? ?" Unexpectedly, the monk with flashing green light spoke first, looking at Han Feng with a smile on his face.
"Hey, as the old saying goes, first come, first served. I'm sorry if you were late!" Han Feng chuckled and said unhurriedly.
"Hmph, so you want to eat it all for yourself, can you afford it?" Liu Yan, the monk wrapped in flames, was still angry and snorted coldly.
"Haha, the world's spiritual materials can be obtained by those who are capable. No matter how big the Yixin Stone is, I can swallow it, let alone a small piece!" Han Feng laughed and said with high spirits.
