Han Feng hadn't left for long when flying magic weapons suddenly appeared in the sky in front of him. There were flying boats, pagodas, and a bamboo leaf. There were all kinds of things, but they were all huge, shining, and exuding. Breathing out a majestic breath.
A large amount of soul power criss-crossed the surroundings like a net, completely covering their group, and then various sound transmissions floated over.
"Who are you? Why are you wearing clothes without any sect logo? Which sect are you a disciple of?" A voice suddenly sounded in Han Feng's ears, asking as if he was examining.
Han Feng secretly complained in his heart. He had originally thought about wearing the clothes of other sects, but he was afraid that he would be discovered by other sects. Sooner or later, he would have to wear clothes with the sect's logo. It would be better not to wear clothes with the sect's logo, maybe it would still be possible. After all, many monks also like to wear some fancy clothes, but there is no sect logo.
But he didn't expect that these sects were so vigilant and would not let anyone go. Someone immediately sent a message to interrogate him, which made him feel speechless.
But it makes sense to think about it. There are so many sects surrounding them, all recruiting their disciples. When seeing a monk like Han Feng who has no sect identity at all, he will naturally come over to interrogate him. This is also reasonable. .
Han Feng's mind was spinning and he responded calmly: "I am a disciple of Jiuyou Palace, Mu Longsheng."
"Jiuyou Palace? How come you heard of it somewhere?" The man was stunned for a moment, and then said to himself.
Han Feng was dumbfounded. He had made up this sect name casually, and he had chosen it randomly based on the correspondence between Jiuxiao Palace. I never thought that a real sect could exist here.
"It's just a small sect, it's not worth mentioning." Han Feng pretended to be calm and said. After a pause, he raised his hands to the sky and said respectfully: "Senior, if there is nothing else, I will take the first step. We still have to go to the location of my sect.”
In fact, the person who transmitted the message was an ordinary monk in the early stage of returning to the Yuan Dynasty. However, his soul power cultivation had reached a certain level and he could transmit the message with soul power over a wide range. Otherwise, his sect would not have arranged for him to be responsible for recruiting disciples. thing. In fact, his real combat power was many times worse than Han Feng's. When he saw Han Feng being so respectful, he couldn't help but feel good. He immediately sent a message and said, "Go ahead."
Han Feng immediately raised his hands and left the place. He opened his speed and was two to three hundred feet away in one step. Although he did not dare to run at full speed, this speed also made the interrogator involuntarily murmur in a low voice: "Not weak." At such a speed, anyone who can survive from the Grand Canyon of Death is a pervert!"
If Han Feng used it at full speed, I wonder what he would think of it, and maybe he would doubt Han Feng's identity.
Han Feng moved cautiously, and unknowingly traveled dozens of miles, cutting horizontally into the deep area of the Jianyun Mountains, getting further and further away from the flying magic weapons that he had brought in.
However, there were too many sects coming this time, covering a very wide area. There were traces of sects large and small everywhere. From time to time, long rainbows appeared across the sky and flew towards the high platform where the teleportation array was located.
According to regulations, when recruiting disciples for trial, each sect can send flying magic weapons to the teleportation platform, otherwise such a grand occasion would not occur.
In just one stick of incense, Han Feng was interrogated by three other sects. Fortunately, they were all disciples who had returned to the Yuan Dynasty. They did not let him reveal the clues and the problem was not discovered by others. No one in these three sects even knew about the existence of Jiuyou Palace.
It makes sense when you think about it. The Jianyun Mountain Range is so majestic and vast, and there are so many sects in the sea. How can you remember all the sects, large and small?
Han Feng survived the interrogations without any danger. He had walked nearly a thousand miles at this moment, but he was still at the edge of the air wall of heaven and earth. Looking back, he could see the giant air wall towering into the sky, with dead energy on it. It surges and turns into various ghost faces from time to time, which makes people look creepy.
Han Feng began to speed up, and he was eight hundred feet away in one step. He knew that things would change later and he did not dare to stop any longer.
Time flies, and soon half an hour has passed. Han Feng is five or six thousand miles away from the wall of heaven and earth, and he is going in the opposite direction. At this moment, the flying magic weapons of each sect can no longer be seen. , some are groups of monks stationed in various strongholds, seemingly waiting for the return of their respective sects.
Han Feng held his breath and concentrated, cleverly avoiding their strongholds without being discovered by them.
In fact, during this period, no fighting is allowed in this world, otherwise you will be punished by the four major sects. Of course, there are still people who are causing trouble secretly. After all, this world is so vast that no matter how powerful the four major sects are, they cannot take care of it all.
Han Feng's speed became faster and faster, reaching the level of a breath of thousands of feet, bringing up bursts of mist, like a fairy mist. If a mortal saw it, they would think it was a fairy flying in the clouds and riding the mist.
Han Feng flew close to the ground for dozens of miles. When he passed by a small valley, a ball of light suddenly appeared over there, and three figures jumped out from it, cutting across and blocking Han Feng's way.
Han Feng was stunned for a moment. He had just released his soul power to explore the surroundings, but could not find their presence. Apparently, there was a formation inside this small valley to shield the soul power from spying, which prevented him from discovering it in advance.
But now that the matter has come to this, he has no choice but to stop, otherwise he will be summoned by them, and he will not be able to eat and walk away.
"Who is coming?" One of the monks in lavender robes asked arrogantly.
"Jiuyou Palace Mu Longsheng, which of your sects, why are you blocking my way?!" Han Feng asked with equal force and unscrupulousness.
"Jiuyou Palace? How come you haven't heard of it?" Seeing Han Feng's strong aura, the man in lavender robe just now didn't dare to put on a straight face anymore. He turned back to look at the woman in the middle and asked in a low voice. : "Junior Sister Huang, you are very knowledgeable, have you ever heard of this sect?"
This woman is wearing a light blue Taoist robe and has an ordinary appearance, but her cultivation has reached the late Guiyuan stage, and she is the most powerful among the three of them.
She ignored the man's question. Instead, she raised her eyes and looked at Han Feng carefully. With a sweep of her soul power, she found that Han Feng's aura was as majestic as the vast ocean. She didn't dare to exaggerate, and said quickly: "This Taoist friend , we are disciples of Longyuan Pavilion, have you just come out of the Grand Canyon of Death?"
Han Feng's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered that Longyuan Pavilion had suffered a disaster in his early years, and its overall strength had plummeted, and its momentum must be weaker than other mid-level sects. He couldn't help but snorted slightly and said displeased: "Is this something you can ask?! "
With that said, he took one step forward, spanning a thousand feet in an instant, and walked away, leaving the three people in Longyuan Pavilion looking at each other.
