The disk in Hu Shuang's hand slowly began to appear with brilliant light as she moved it, with gold in the gray, and soon it suddenly spread and covered the distance.
Hu Shuang's eyebrows lit up, and his soul power gurgled out, following the golden-gray light that spread out to all directions, covering an unknown area.
"Let's go, three hundred miles to the northwest!" Hu Shuang suddenly shouted, turning around and flying to the northwest.
Han Feng's eyes lit up and he followed the opponent closely. He didn't expect that the disc in her hand looked inconspicuous, but once it was deployed, it could actually increase the range of soul power to such an extent.
The other seven people seemed to have never seen Hu Shuang's treasure, and followed her to that location in surprise.
Three hundred miles, for them, was naturally just a short distance. Even if they didn't dare to fly at full speed here, in half a cup of tea, the nine of them successfully flew to the northwest to the west.
But when they arrived there, many monks had already gathered here. Seeing their arrival, these monks turned their heads and stared at them, with a hint of caution in their eyes.
Han Feng swept around the group of monks and found that they surrounded an area in a semicircle. The area was empty and covered with gravel. Only a small jasper-like tree grew in the middle, no more than three feet tall. It is as powerful as a rainbow, emitting brilliant brilliance, with colorful lights emerging from time to time, spreading layer by layer, and the light waves are like water, which is so beautiful.
What's more important is that under the umbrella-like canopy of the small tree, there is actually a nephrite-like fruit hanging, which is lavender in color, with dense runes on the surface and is shining brightly.
Huo Ran is Ziyun Guo!
Han Feng was slightly stunned. He did not expect to see Ziyun Fruit so easily. Unfortunately, there was only one. There were so many monks present, which was naturally not enough. Moreover, they seemed to be divided into two groups. They were afraid of each other, and there was no big one. Fight.
Now that Hu Shuang and others suddenly appeared, they were particularly unhappy, and they all focused their attention on Hu Shuang and others.
"Who are you? If you dare to act here without authorization, you will die!" someone from the group of monks on the left shouted.
"Wei Heng, do you still have to ask? Naturally, these grandsons are here to snatch the Purple Cloud Fruit!" Before Hu Shuang and others could speak, a man from the group of monks standing on the right said gloomily.
"Does your grandson know how to talk? Are you looking for a beating?" Hu Lan had a bad temper. When he heard this, he immediately cursed.
"Hey, I think you're looking for death!" The man on the right sneered, moved slightly, and rushed over, holding a long spear, and without saying a word, he stabbed Hulan.
Hulan was furious and took out two shining golden machetes to meet him. Fighting with him, the light overflowed and the air surged.
"Let's work together to destroy these grandchildren first, and then we'll discuss the ownership of this thing!" The man on the left shouted loudly, and suddenly rushed in with six or seven of his companions behind him.
The leader of the gang on the right naturally had no objection and pounced on him almost at the same time.
"kill!"
Hu Shuang and Lang Bang looked at each other and shouted in unison. They both rushed out and started fighting fiercely with them. The flames flashed and dark energy surged into the sky.
As the main force of their group, Han Feng will naturally not stand idly by. After all, these two groups of monks are very strong. Each of them is in the realm of earth-level return to origin. Their overall combat power is higher than that of Hu Shuang and others. And nothing less.
In order to avoid his own casualties, Han Feng did not hold back and went all out. With the blessing of Buyun Jue, he was like a ghost, wandering on the battlefield, the power of the sun was swaying wantonly, the red clouds were shining, and he was useless in a moment. The loss of seven or eight powerful monks greatly reduced the pressure on Hu Shuang and others, and they gradually gained the upper hand.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the leaders of the two groups of monks quietly retreated and approached the Purple Cloud Fruit tree on the ground, trying to snatch the Purple Cloud Fruit away in the chaos.
But they had just come within three feet of the small jasper tree, when the purple cloud fruit tree suddenly became brighter, condensing dozens or hundreds of thick beams of light, piercing it like jade pillars.
At this moment, the void was distorted, and its power was evident!
The two of them were shocked, and they tried to resist by pressing the bottom of the box, but to no avail. All attacks and defenses were destroyed by the beams from the Purple Cloud Fruit Tree, and several large holes were shot out of their bodies. Blood surged wildly, and they screamed in agony.
The man on the right is named Wu Shi. He is ranked among the top two hundred in Licheng. He is a rare genius. But at this moment, he is in extremely miserable condition. He roars and takes out rare treasures one by one, blocking the purple arrows. Yun Guoshu finally retreated from many attacks to save his own life.
As for Yao Bin on the left, he was not so lucky. He spent a lot of rare treasures and talismans but failed to protect his vitals. A beam of light pierced his heart and exploded on the spot, turning into a ball of blood mist.
Wu Shi was horrified. He never expected such a result. He hurriedly fled out, not daring to stay any longer.
Han Feng broke through the obstruction of several of their men, came here, glanced at the Ziyun fruit tree, and did not rush to pick it, but chased Wu Shi.
The clouds appeared under his feet and spread out at extremely fast speeds. He was two thousand feet away in one breath. He caught up with Wu Shi in just a short while. The moment Wu Shi was about to activate the teleportation talisman, he knocked him down with one punch. The force of his punch was like a tide, knocking Wu Shi down. Shi's body was completely eroded and he was bleeding profusely. His breath dropped sharply and he fell limply to the ground. He was barely dead.
Han Feng grabbed Wu Shi's neck like a dead dog and drove him back. At this time, Hu Shuang and others had completely controlled the situation. They didn't let anyone go. They all beat him to the ground and were dying.
Of course, Hu Lan and Zhuang Lin were stained, their faces were pale, and their breathing was rapid. It was obvious that they had paid a price.
Hu Shuang and the other eight people turned to look at Han Feng, with inexplicable awe in their eyes. The battle just now fully revealed Han Feng's tiger-like fighting power. The two gangs Wu Shi and Yao Bin were like a tiger in front of Han Feng. It was like paper, and he tore it apart easily.
They knew very well that if it weren't for Han Feng's presence, with their own strength, let alone a complete victory, it would be doubtful whether they could successfully escape.
"Well, you guys are pretty good, no one died!" Han Feng glanced at them, nodded slightly, and praised them.
These words fell in the ears of Hu Shuang and others, but their faces turned red. Hu Shuang rolled his eyes and secretly cursed, if there were still casualties on his side with the help of the great god Han Feng. , then she can disband the group directly, and there will be no meaning of existence at all.
