Han Feng's eyes flashed and he remembered this matter, but at that time it was the disciple of the main lineage who attacked their group in order to contain him. In other words, it was actually he himself who brought disaster to them, so at this moment he heard that He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but of course his face was calm and calm.
"We are all disciples of the same sect, so helping each other is what we should do." Han Feng smiled faintly, then changed the topic and continued: "Let's enter the hall meeting room quickly, let the hall master and elders wait too long, But it’s not good, don’t you think?”
"That's it, that's it." The two people nodded quickly, but had no intention of moving up in advance, as if they wanted Han Feng to go up first.
Situ Shaomei snorted slightly and simply ignored the two of them and walked in front alone.
Han Feng secretly laughed, but he didn't mind the completely different attitudes of the three of them. He nodded towards the two people, then quickly stepped forward and passed them unceremoniously.
The two men quickly followed, chatting with Han Feng on the left and right, chatting for a while.
In less than a moment, the three of them walked up the one hundred and eight steps and arrived at the platform in front of the hall.
At this time, Situ Shaomei was already standing there waiting, as if he did not dare to enter the main hall meeting room alone, lest he stand out too much and cause the displeasure of those in power.
In Sanyemen, the hierarchy is extremely strict. Even if Situ Shaomei is slightly famous, he does not dare to exceed it.
After Han Feng and the others came to her side, the four of them walked into the door together.
At this moment, there were only seven people sitting in the huge meeting hall. The person sitting high in the middle was wearing a blue robe densely covered with runes. He had long eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes were shining, and his whole body was filled with majestic aura. Zhi is not a mortal.
This person is the master of the northern Lingfu Palace, Yi Shuiqing.
The other six elders sat at the lower end of the room on both sides. Some closed their eyes to rest, some looked at the white clouds outside the door, and some looked at the four Han Feng who had just entered with interest.
There was an elder whom Han Feng knew, it was Elder Mu who led them to the inner gate Wanlu cellar to participate in the apprentice competition. At this time, he smiled and nodded to Han Feng, looking pleased.
"Disciple pays homage to the hall master and the elders!" Han Feng and the other four people bowed their hands and saluted respectfully.
Yi Shuiqing, the master of the Northern Spirit Talisman Hall, waved his hand, and an irresistible potential lifted them up. With a faint smile on his face, he said: "You meritorious men do not need to be polite."
Han Feng secretly evaluated the power of his attack just now. Unless he resisted with all his strength, it would be difficult to resist. The opponent has such power with a random wave in the air. His strength is absolutely unfathomable. He is obviously not just a high-level talisman master.
At this moment, Yi Shuiqing suddenly shouted: "Han Feng."
Han Feng suddenly woke up, took a step forward, bowed his hands and said loudly: "Disciple is here."
"You have performed extremely well in the secret world. The eight ancestors unanimously decided to reward you with five million sect contribution points, 10,000 medium-grade spiritual stones, and nine return-to-yuan pills. At the same time, you will be rewarded after you successfully reach the return-to-return level. After entering the Yuan realm, you will be directly promoted to an inner disciple, and a high-grade Yuan weapon will be tailor-made for you!" Yi Shuiqing said loudly. As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a storage ring and threw it to Han Feng. Obviously, the storage ring was also one of the rewards.
Han Feng caught it calmly and without any pretense, he refined it on the spot and put it in his pocket.
Everyone heard this, even Elder Mu and others were slightly shocked when they heard the news. They knew the truth. Generally speaking, any disciple who turned in a low-grade medicine could get three Guiyuan Pills, but now Han Feng got nine Guiyuan Pills. Apparently he got three low-grade great medicines in the secret world. Under such circumstances, he was able to grab three great medicines, which shows that his strength should not be underestimated.
Situ Shaomei and the other two male monks also looked at Han Feng dumbfounded. The three of them were far inferior. It was a great blessing to be able to come out alive, let alone compete with others for the big medicine. They were in a group and worked hard to obtain a great medicine, but the great medicine would definitely not be given to them, and it would be given to the strongest talent in their team. The two male monks also obtained two or three fifth- and sixth-grade elixirs. Situ Shaomei was a little more lucky. She once encountered a seventh-grade spiritual grass in a remote area, and also obtained dozens of fifth- and sixth-grade elixirs as well as other heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
Therefore, the rewards for the three of them are basically sect contribution points and spiritual stones, but naturally the amount cannot be compared with Han Feng's.
After Yi Shuiqing distributed all the rewards, he suddenly looked at Situ Shaomei, and then said, "Situ Shaomei stays, and the others can leave."
The elders stood up expressionlessly, clasped their fists slightly towards Yi Shuiqing, then walked towards the back door of the meeting hall, and soon disappeared.
Naturally, Han Feng and others quickly walked out of the hall, came outside, and walked quickly down the steps.
"Why did she stay? The palace master couldn't be more interested in her, hehe!" the young man suddenly laughed.
"What are you talking about? Situ Shaomei is the proud disciple of the Southern Spirit Talisman Palace. This time she came to our northern Spirit Talisman Palace for exchange and study. It happened that the rewards were distributed today, and her share was also given by our palace. The master has distributed it. Besides, our palace master is still related to her by blood, so you can only think of some dirty things in your mind!" The bearded young monk laughed and scolded.
Han Feng raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but glance at him, but said nothing.
The young man looked embarrassed and muttered: "You know a lot."
"It goes without saying who I am. In terms of being well-informed, I dare to claim to be second in this northern Spirit Talisman Hall. No one dares to say that I am number one!" the young monk said with a proud face.
"Hey, just brag and say you're fat, and you'll actually get out of breath." The boy mocked. The two of them seem to be very familiar with each other, and there is no barrier between them. I don't know if it's because they were good friends before, or because they formed a friendship in the secret world some time ago.
Just at this moment, the three of them finished walking up the steps and came to the road. Han Feng smiled lightly and said, "You two, I have to leave first." After saying that, he ignored their admiring looks and turned around to leave. .
"A monk should be like Han Feng's son!" The young monk looked at Han Feng's retreating back and murmured in a low voice.
"What did you say?" The young man turned his eyes and looked at him and asked.
"It's nothing, I'm just a little bit emotional." The young monk responded.
"Hey, don't be envious and jealous, just go back and draw the talisman honestly. It's good that we can come out alive!" The young man smiled casually and walked to the other side.
The young monk laughed at himself and walked in the opposite direction.
