During the outer sect competition, the monks in this Dao War Valley could fly, so Han Feng dared to use the Fufeng Talisman. He flew several miles away when two people suddenly appeared in front of him, it was Elder Mu and Elder Diao.
Elder Mu was smiling, obviously knowing the result, and Elder Diao also showed a rare smile. When he looked at Han Feng, he was no longer so condescending.
Han Feng quickly adjusted his position and flew towards the two of them.
"Han Feng, you don't have to worry about Chang Hao. Our Northern Spirit Talisman Palace will make the decision for you in everything. Their Southern Spirit Talisman Palace can't make waves!" Elder Mu didn't mince words and went straight to the point, telling Han Feng the biggest problem in this competition. Worry.
Han Feng couldn't help but look at Elder Mu. He was indeed a wise man. No wonder he had been in charge of the external affairs of the Northern Spirit Talisman Palace for a long time.
Han Feng put away these thoughts, with a look of gratitude on his face, and once again clasped his fists in thanks, then rolled his eyes and asked, "Chang Hao is a disciple of the Southern Spirit Talisman Hall? But he doesn't look like a Talisman Master."
"His father is one of the great elders of the Southern Spirit Talisman Palace, a famous eighth-level Talisman Master, known as Chang Sanfu!" Elder Diao took over the conversation in a rare move and said.
"Chang Sanfu? Are you asking Elder Diao for advice?" Han Feng looked at him and asked politely.
"This is the name that people gave him privately. It is mainly because he is good at drawing the eighth-level talisman with the three attributes of metal, wood, and earth, so everyone calls him this." Elder Diao explained with a smile.
Han Feng nodded and said nothing more.
"Let's go back first. The new competition will start in five days!" Elder Mu said.
With that said, he turned around, took Elder Diao and Han Feng and flew towards the northern building complex, and disappeared after a while.
After the three of them returned there, they chatted for a few more words and then dispersed. Han Feng once again gained permission to enter the spiritual cave to practice, and walked directly into the spiritual cave without wandering around.
Han Feng sat down cross-legged, poured out a few pills, closed his eyes, and began to quietly restore his energy and strength.
In the previous battle, he slashed three swords in a row, which only consumed about one-third of the zhenqi in his body. However, that power was not something that ordinary people could withstand. After all, the strength of Lei Yan and the other three people was equivalent to that of Duan Qi. At Tian's level, it belongs to the level of a branch genius. Even if he performs extraordinarily, or uses the power of a fifth-grade talisman like Chang Hao, he is still comparable to the power of an ordinary extreme person, and it is really impossible to compete with him.
In less than two or three hours, the energy in Han Feng's body was completely restored, and his physical strength was also restored to some extent.
He did not open his eyes and continued to condense his Qi. Although his strength would not change significantly in the remaining five days, maybe one point more would be of great use at a critical moment.
In fact, he still doesn't know what level his strength has reached, but what is certain is that it is not comparable to Murong Xue. After all, while he is improving, she is also improving. Her swordsmanship is so high that it goes beyond what she can achieve at this level.
The five days passed very quickly, as if they were gone in an instant.
Han Feng woke up from his trance, stood up and stretched his body, then left the spiritual cave and came to the building complex with carved dragons and painted phoenixes. Just when he was passing by a magnificent hall, a figure suddenly walked out. He turned around and saw that it was Situ Shaomei.
Han Feng was slightly surprised, but his expression quickly returned to normal. He nodded towards her, said hello, and turned around to leave.
Situ Shaomei looked at his back with an expressionless face, but there seemed to be a flash of light in her eyes. It took a while before she moved her body and left.
After a while, Han Feng walked out of the building complex, came to the Tao battlefield, and walked directly to the Tao battle monument.
At this time, many monks had gathered around the Dao War Monument, in small groups. They looked up at the list of names illuminated on the monument, pointing and talking.
Han Feng came closer and took a look. Sure enough, there were densely packed names on the Dao War Monument, shining brightly. No more, no less, exactly three hundred. Moreover, in pairs, a battle list has been assigned.
Han Feng looked down from above and suddenly frowned involuntarily. His next opponent was Situ Shaomei.
"So she also successfully entered the top 300!" Han Feng muttered secretly, his expression returned to normal, and he turned around and rushed to the 88th arena.
Within a moment, he arrived there successfully. At this moment, it is still a big pit, but the hill at the bottom is gone, and naturally the flag is gone. It has become flat and wide, and it is more than enough even for Guiyuan Realm monks to fight.
Han Feng nodded in return, jumped over the enthusiastic crowd of onlookers, and jumped straight into the pit, waiting for the arrival of Situ Shaomei and the referee elders.
Not long after, Situ Shaomei flew up in the breeze and landed lightly in the pit. After giving Han Feng a faint look, he sat down on the spot and closed his eyes to rest.
Han Feng smiled slightly, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and silently adjusted his breathing.
"call……"
A gust of wind blew past, and within half a quarter of an hour, a figure flew over, and in an instant, it descended over the big pit from a distance.
Han Feng and Situ Shaomei opened their eyes almost at the same time, looked up, and saw a young elder wearing a light golden robe floating above, his breath released without restraint, as dazzling as the scorching sun.
Situ Shaomei felt a little uncomfortable and seemed unable to withstand the elder's pressure. On the other hand, Han Feng was as calm as water and was not affected at all.
The young elder suddenly withdrew the spiritual pressure radiating out, glanced at Han Feng one more time, and declared loudly without any nonsense: "Start the war!" As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed at a beam of light somewhere on the edge of the pit. After falling, the entire pit buzzed, and in an instant, layers of light cyan light curtains rose up, completely covering the pit and cutting off everything.
Situ Shaomei looked at Han Feng, gritted his teeth, and said, "I consumed a lot of fifth-grade talismans in the melee. I can no longer argue with you about talismans. However, I also practice fire spells, and I still have one." I hope you can do your best to fight!"
Han Feng was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
The moment he nodded, Situ Shaomei had already launched an attack. With a wave of her hands, dozens of fist-sized fireballs flew out, overwhelming the sky and overwhelming the earth, and flooded him.
Han Feng used his soul power to sweep away, and he suddenly discovered that these fireballs seemed small, but the energy fluctuations contained inside them were very huge, no less powerful than a fireball that was about ten feet in size.
"Situ Shaomei is hiding something secretly. The instant spell is so powerful, it should not be underestimated!" Han Feng secretly argued at the same time, clenching his hands into fists, and in the burst of purple light, his hands shook after a series of afterimages. Ten purple light fist shadows flew over.
