Room No. 28 is not small, with a width of two to three feet. The four walls seem to have runes inscribed on them. Green light flashes, and the aura is so rich that it almost forms a fog.
Han Feng took a deep breath and felt very comfortable. This is a good place to practice, and there is a futon in the middle of the room. Deep ravines are carved on the ground, gathering under the futon. Obviously, the location of this futon is the entire The room has the strongest aura.
He immediately walked over and sat down cross-legged on the futon. As expected, he had a different feeling. After he sat down, strands of spiritual energy automatically gathered together and instantly turned into spiritual mist. Wisps of it were reflected in his soul power. Under the visit, it is colorful.
Han Feng was happy with this, closed his eyes, and began to practice. With such a rich supply of spiritual energy, his Qi condensation progressed more rapidly. After continuous compression, the Qi in his body became more refined and purer, and his use efficiency became more efficient. Got higher.
Time flies, and three days pass in the blink of an eye.
Early that morning, Han Feng's identity jade tag suddenly beeped. He quickly opened his eyes, picked it up and looked at it, and a line of text automatically appeared on it: "The Xuanqing Gate has arrived, come and gather on the deck!"
Han Feng stood up, holding the jade identity card in his hand, and walked to the door in front. It suddenly lit up, as if it was foretelling that he was about to leave.
Han Feng did not hesitate and walked out. He looked up at the sky and found that the airship was surrounded by a layer of blue light, covering everything like a sky curtain. He could not see the scenery outside at all, and he did not know if he had really arrived at Xuanqing Gate. .
He walked down the steps, and from time to time he met other top forty disciples on the way. They also walked quickly towards the deck.
At this moment, a figure in white clothes appeared in his eyes. It was Murong Xue. However, she was walking in front and did not see him. Perhaps she felt it but did not turn around. That Situ Changqing was nowhere to be found beside her at the moment.
Han Feng secretly sighed, then thought about it, he and Murong Xue had no special relationship to begin with, at most they were slightly ambiguous. Now that she had admitted her relationship with Situ Changqing, there was really no need for him to force it.
After thinking about it like this, the depression in his heart was much lessened. He smiled casually and no longer struggled with this. Although he couldn't completely come out of it for a while, he at least accepted it in his heart.
After a while, a group of them went to the deck area one after another. At this moment, the other monks had stood up and gathered together. They were chatting in small groups, but no one dared to make a loud noise. They all spoke softly and were a little restrained. .
Han Feng found a corner and stood there without saying a word, waiting for his ancestors and elders to appear.
A full half-quarter of an hour later, the elders slowly walked out of the building at the end of the flying boat, but they were very fast, and they arrived in front of everyone in just a few breaths.
At this moment, the flying boat shook slightly, and the dazzling green light around it suddenly faded, and then slowly unfolded, and the bright sky outside fell down, making it clear.
Blue sky, white clouds, gentle breeze.
The flying boat suddenly began to descend, and the white clouds outside continued to move upwards and away, and soon they were thousands of feet away. With a bang, the flying boat seemed to have landed.
Sure enough, those elders shouted loudly: "Get off the flying boat!" After saying this, they took off into the air and left the flying boat.
The other three hundred disciples also used their own methods to get off the flying boat.
As a Talisman Master, Han Feng naturally took out a Fufeng Talisman and stuck it on his body, then followed the elders and flew out. After a while, he left the flying boat and landed on the ground. He raised his eyes and glanced around, only to find that he was on a flat land covered with green grass. It was extremely empty, but there was no other human figure. He looked forward and could vaguely see buildings.
"Fellow Daoist Situ, Fairy Murong, I have been waiting here for a long time, haha!"
Suddenly, a burst of hearty laughter came from outside. The sound was not loud, but it was as if he was talking in everyone's ears, and everyone on the green grass could hear it clearly.
"Fellow Daoist Dragon, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still going strong!" Patriarch Situ's voice sounded, and at the same time, the flying boat parked on the green grass began to shrink rapidly, and in an instant it became the size of a palm. It automatically took off and flew into the air, floating steadily in the air. Several feet tall. At this moment, a green light flashed next to the flying boat, and a tall figure emerged. Naturally, it was the majestic Patriarch Situ.
He waved his hand gently, and the flying boat automatically entered his sleeve and disappeared.
At the same time, a colorful light flashed beside him, and instantly transformed into a pretty figure with extremely beautiful appearance and colorful clothes. It was Fairy Murong who was somewhat similar to Murong Xue.
"Old, old!" A sigh rang out, and a piece of blue light emerged hundreds of feet away, turning into a figure in an instant. It was really an old man, with a wrinkled face and a cane. He looked like an old man, but His aura was unfathomable, and the spiritual energy all over his body seemed to be trembling slightly, forming small whirlpools visible to the naked eye.
Han Feng's eyes flashed, and he was secretly shocked. The aura of the guy in front of him felt much stronger than that of Patriarch Situ and Murong.
"You also come out to greet the heroes of the Sanye Sect!" The old man from the Xuanqing Sect held a cane and gently knocked on the ground. A blue light suddenly lit up in the void behind him, quickly unfolded, and then a group of monks appeared out of thin air. , there are dozens of people, with different auras of different strengths and weaknesses, including elders from the Guiyuan realm and disciples from the Qizang realm.
These disciples of the Xuanqing Sect are obviously talented people within their sect. The aura displayed by each of them is not weak, and some of them can even rival those of the Extreme Scholars.
At this moment, they all looked at the disciples of Sanyemen intently, and no one took the initiative to bow their hands in salute, looking arrogant.
However, those elders among them were all human beings. They immediately smiled and clasped fists with the eighteen elders of the Sanye Sect and said: "Welcome to our Xuanqing Sect!"
The elders of Sanyemen also smiled and returned the favor, but there was no warmth in their eyes, and they were obviously perfunctory.
"Hansheng, Liang Xin, you are responsible for entertaining!" the old man from Xuanqing Sect said suddenly.
Two elders from the Guiyuan Realm immediately walked out of the crowd behind him, with respectful and solemn expressions on their faces. They bowed and said, "I will obey the law!"
"Fellow Daoist Situ Liang, Fairy Murong Xia, please!" The old man from the Xuanqing Sect turned to the two ancestors of the Sanye Sect and said, extending his hand in a gesture of invitation.
Situ Liang nodded with Murong Xia, and disappeared without a trace together with fellow Daoist Long from the Xuanqing Sect.
