Three days passed by in a blink of an eye.
Early in the morning, Han Feng opened his eyes with sparkling eyes. He stood up, left the practice room, and left the inn directly. He did not rush to the center of the city. Instead, he wandered around the city, going in and out of some pills from time to time. In the workshop, he earned millions of spiritual stones by selling the fifth-grade elixir Red Sun Pill he had on him, and he replaced it with high-grade spiritual stones in case of emergencies.
At noon, he walked slowly to the edge of the White Fang Tower.
When he showed the silver-framed token and explained its origin, the two Guiyuan monks who stopped him immediately looked solemn and led him straight to the main hall under the White Fang Tower.
The main hall is magnificent, emitting brilliant golden light. It is ten feet high and dozens of feet wide.
Han Feng followed the two Guiyuan monks up more than ten steps, passed a jade platform, passed through the side door, and entered the main hall.
At this time, there were still twenty or thirty people gathered here, sitting on both sides, but the top seats were still empty.
"Fellow Daoist Han, please take a seat!" It was the man named Huang who came towards him, and he politely led Han Feng to sit in a seat on the left side.
Han Feng nodded and sat on a rosewood chair with a calm expression.
The other twenty-seven or eight people all locked their eyes on him, as if they wanted to see through him. After all, the strength Han Feng showed at this moment was only in the realm of fake pills.
Of course, in fact, his current level of Qi training is really in the realm of fake elixirs. What he hides is his physical strength and soul power.
Han Feng also looked back at these people calmly, and found that they were all fake elixir people, with strong and weak auras. In the past, he would have been a little afraid, but now it seems that they are... How seniors feel about juniors.
Before a stick of incense arrived, several casual cultivators came one after another. They were all fake elixir practitioners. As for whether they had hidden other aspects of cultivation, each of them knew it well, and it was difficult for outsiders to detect it.
Han Feng did not use his soul power to investigate deliberately, and could not sense their true cultivation.
"Haha, I'm late! Forgive me, forgive me!"
Suddenly, another young man wearing a red robe strode in, making a hearty voice and looking full of energy.
Several monks present frowned slightly, as if they knew this person, but they didn't say anything and just looked on with cold eyes.
"Brother Huoyun, you're finally here. I missed you. I thought you wouldn't come?!" The man surnamed Huang from the Loose Cultivators Alliance looked happy and walked out to greet this man, looking excited. .
"How dare you not come when the alliance calls for it!" The man in red robe, known as Brother Huoyun, laughed loudly, rolled his eyes, glanced into the hall, and suddenly asked again: "As far as I know, this... Isn't the party hosted by senior Huang Yilong? Why is there no one there?"
"Haha, ancestors still have some things to deal with. We will be here later. Brother Huoyun, don't be anxious. Please wait for a while and try our alliance's Jasper Qingyuan Tea first!" The man surnamed Huang said with a smile, and brought it with him personally. This man sat in the first seat on the left.
"Okay, I just came here for your cup of tea. When you come back, you can bring me three to five kilograms of tea to take away. The price is negotiable." Huo Yun, the man in red robe, laughed.
The man surnamed Huang smiled back, then clapped his hands, and immediately more than thirty beautiful maids came out of the side hall, each serving a cup of tea to everyone present.
Han Feng opened the lid of the bowl and saw that a green light overflowed. When the light subsided, he saw pieces of jasper-like tea leaves floating in the soup. The fragrance was fragrant, and the vitality in his body was faintly relaxing. Refreshing.
Han Feng was a little excited when he saw those people. It was obvious that the tea was not simple.
After they all drank it, Han Feng took a small sip and immediately felt a burst of abundant energy impacting his body. Even his soul sea was trembling slightly. It seemed that this kind of spiritual tea could still touch the monks. The soul makes people feel refreshed and their soul power increases.
Unfortunately, there were only seven tea leaves and a limited amount of green soup. There was only one cup. In a short while, the group of them drank it all, leaving nothing left.
The same is true for Han Feng. He deeply feels that this thing is strange. It is simply a wonderful medicine that promotes the growth of the body's vitality and soul power. If he drinks this tea for a long time, he may have an epiphany and all the difficulties in cultivation will be solved.
"It is worthy of being the first-class spiritual tea of our East Eight Branches. This kind of specialty is only found in Wei City. No wonder Liuyun Sect always wants to bring Wei City under its jurisdiction." The red-robed man Huo Yun said a little. Said with emotion.
Han Feng murmured slightly in his heart. The Rogue Cultivator Alliance entertained them like this, so it must not be that easy to ask for help.
Many people present quickly calmed down and looked at the man surnamed Huang standing at the top, seemingly asking him what he was going to do.
However, the man surnamed Huang always smiled and showed an uninformed expression to everyone, and did not let go at all.
"Brother Huang, you see we have been waiting for almost half an hour. When will your ancestor come over?" A middle-aged man dressed as a scholar suddenly asked.
"Fellow Taoist Li Yifan, don't be anxious. My ancestor will be here soon. He has to discuss the specific matters with you in detail. In short, I won't treat you badly. Please wait for a moment." The man surnamed Huang responded with a smile. After saying this, he looked at everyone again and cupped his hands in a circle.
"That's right, senior Huang Yilong, as the lord of Wei City, has a lot of things to do. Lao Li, why are you in a hurry? If you have anything to do, don't come. Since you are here, stay here. Otherwise, it will be disrespectful to Huang and Wei. The city is disrespectful! If you have the ability, leave now, you can try it!" Huo Yun, who was sitting opposite, said sarcastically.
Clearly, there was something wrong between the two of them.
The middle-aged man named Li Yifan snorted coldly and was about to stand up to refute, but the man named Huang quickly stepped between the two of them and tried to persuade them.
Li Yifan glared at Huo Yun, snorted again, then said nothing more, simply closing his eyes to rest.
Huo Yun sneered a few times, then sat in the upper left position and stopped provoking the other party.
Unconsciously, three or four hours passed, but Huang Yilong, the old elixir-forming monster, still did not appear.
At this moment, not only everyone was impatient, but the man named Huang himself felt embarrassed. Under the urging of everyone's eyes, he was about to take out the summons token and consult Huang Yilong.
"Fellow Taoists, I'm sorry that I wasted a little time just now because I was dealing with an urgent matter." At this moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred at the main hall door, and a figure flashed out quickly, revealing a tall middle-aged man with a white face. No beard, slender eyebrows, and a somewhat feminine look, which was in huge contrast to his figure.
