Han Feng suppressed the sea of fire with a wave of his hand, and calm returned to the venue.
He was not in a hurry to continue drawing. Instead, he stood up, glanced at Long Min, who was still concentrating with his eyes closed, and suddenly turned around and entered the forest behind, and soon disappeared.
Long Min opened her eyes curiously, but did not stop him because she saw through her soul power that Han Feng only went within a few hundred feet of the jungle and did not leave.
Han Feng walked around the dense forest in a small area. He seemed to be relaxing, but in fact he was thinking about his failure in drawing the eighth-grade talisman. He silently reviewed it over and over again in the sea of souls. Time gradually passed like this, and passed by unknowingly. Two or three hours.
When Long Min felt a little impatient, Han Feng slowly walked back to the original place, suddenly sat down cross-legged, unfolded a piece of talisman paper again, dipped his pen in ink, and began to draw the third eighth-grade talisman.
This time, he drew very slowly, moving forward bit by bit, as if he was chewing slowly.
After two full sticks of incense, his eighth-grade talisman reached the final stage. Just when it was about to succeed, the end of the talisman suddenly burned, and there was a loud "pop" sound, and the area of 50 to 60 feet was once again Submerged in the sea of fire, it was so hot that the ground felt like it had been melted.
Han Feng didn't make a sound this time. Instead, he stood up suddenly and clapped his hands continuously to scatter the rolling flames around him.
He didn't look discouraged at all. Instead, he showed a faint sense of joy, as if he had figured out some key links.
When Long Min saw his expression, she couldn't help but feel a thump in her heart. The last thing she wanted to see was his expression like this, but this time she still held on to hope, thinking that Han Feng was unlikely to succeed. No matter what, the eighth-grade Talismans are extremely difficult things and can be regarded as a hurdle.
This is what she has heard from some senior talisman masters. Most of the soul cultivators who have entered the subtle realm of perfection, even full-time talisman masters, can rarely draw eighth-grade talismans.
Therefore, she decided that Han Feng might not be able to succeed, especially after he failed three times, she became more confident.
Naturally, Han Feng didn't know what she was thinking. He closed his eyes to regain his energy, unfolded a piece of talisman paper again, and continued to draw the eighth-grade talisman.
This time, with the help of God, his writing turned out to be very smooth, like flowing clouds and flowing water. It was smooth sailing. It took him only half a stick of incense to reach the finishing stage. He passed several levels in a row, and finally ended up perfectly, successfully drawing an eighth-grade talisman.
In an instant, the talisman light soared into the sky, filling an area of tens of feet, and was many times stronger than the scorching sun.
"Finally, it's done. It's such a struggle, but it failed three times!" Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said with some dissatisfaction.
When Long Min heard this, he almost cursed. He successfully drew the eighth-grade talisman after failing three times. What else could he want? This is no longer what a genius can describe. He is simply like a monster!
Han Feng glanced at Long Min apologetically and said awkwardly: "Fairy, I'm so sorry. You have to wait for a while. I have to consolidate the drawing method of the eighth-grade talisman. I can start it later. I’m studying the talisman formation, and then the above restriction will be out of the question!”
Long Min was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect Han Feng to be so humble, but when she caught sight of the smile in the corner of Han Feng's eyes, she couldn't help but snorted in her heart, secretly cursing that this guy must have done it on purpose, it was obvious. I'm angry at myself!
"It will be too late if you delay it any longer. I already have a solution. You should wait until you get out before studying your talisman formation!" Long Min rolled his eyes and suddenly said this.
"Oh, the fairy has a method so quickly? I wonder what the method is?" Han Feng glanced at her in surprise.
"It's very simple, break it with force!" Long Min said calmly.
"Oh, could it be that the fairy has never used this method before? Why do you think of this now?" Han Feng smiled and looked at the other party.
"I have a secret treasure. If the two of us work together, we will definitely be able to break this restriction. Please stop talking and return the secret book to me quickly. We will attack together later!" Long Min waved his hand and said angrily.
"Oh, that's it." Han Feng nodded, took out the secret book, threw it to her, and said with a smile: "Fairy, don't worry, I will not leak any of the contents!"
After Long Min took it, he couldn't help but secretly hate that this guy had obviously memorized all the contents of this secret book, so he returned it to him so readily.
"Fairy, where is your secret treasure?" Han Feng stretched his waist and asked casually.
"What's the rush? You should get back to your best condition first, and don't hold me back later!" Long Min said coldly.
"Hey, I don't dare drag the fairy's thighs, for fear of being struck by lightning!" Han Feng took the words out of context and said with a smile.
"What nonsense are you talking about? You're looking for death!" Long Min glared at him, holding a grudge in his heart. This guy is talking nonsense. Could it be that my legs are too big?
However, as soon as this idea came to her, she quickly stopped it. A blush appeared on her pretty face, as if she was a little shy.
"Why did I suddenly have such an idea? It's really strange!" Long Min was frightened for a while, and hurriedly adjusted his breath to calm down his excitement.
Han Feng's soul power enveloped all directions and he was so observant that he even saw the blush on her face. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Fairy, are you feeling uncomfortable? Why are you blushing? It's so pretty!"
Long Min's face turned redder, he snorted angrily, closed his eyes and said, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and meditate and adjust your breath. If you can't go out because of this, I will fight you until death!"
Han Feng smiled softly, said nothing more, and closed his eyes to regain his energy.
It didn't take long, less than half an hour, Han Feng and Long Min both opened their eyes and stood up.
Long Min glanced at Han Feng, and with a wave of his hand, a simple light cyan tripod appeared out of thin air in front of Han Feng's eyes. It shone slightly with cyan light and had a weak aura, but Han Feng could tell at a glance that this thing was not simple. Just because when his soul power shot past, it bounced back, which was very strange.
"Good stuff!" Han Feng couldn't help but praise.
"Let's get started. I will teach you a formula and you will be able to transfer the power of true energy into it. With your qualifications, you will probably be able to learn it in less than a quarter of an hour." Long Min said calmly.
Han Feng was a little hesitant and immediately asked: "There won't be any problem with the formula, right?!"
"If you're not at ease, you can check it again and make sure it's correct before learning from it!" Long Min said calmly.
"Okay, pass it to me!" Han Feng nodded.
Long Min said no more, and then used his soul power as a guide to transmit a message to Han Feng, passing him a complicated formula. It took him twenty or thirty breaths to complete it.
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