Originally, Han Feng didn't really want to join in, but due to Ximen Dongqing's life-saving attitude, he couldn't refuse her warm invitation.
But now he felt less grudge in his heart and felt that he could go there and give it a try. Maybe this sect was really suitable for his development.
"Don't think too much. The Moyun Sect is definitely the best destination for you. As a rare ninth-grade talisman master, we will not treat you badly." Ximen Dongqing glanced at Han Feng, and again persuaded.
"Understood, didn't I promise you? You are still afraid that I will escape!" Han Feng said with a bitter smile.
"Hey, if you try to escape, I will definitely break your legs. I will never be merciful to an ungrateful guy like you!" Ximen Dongqing said with a smile.
"Haha, you are reluctant to part with me. I am a rare ninth-grade Tianfu master with great talents, and I will definitely become a master of Fu Dao in the future!" Han Feng said with a proud smile.
"Don't be complacent. People like you are just for one use. In our Moyun Sect, we have three ninth-grade talisman masters, and among them there is a tenth-grade talisman master who leads the entire team of talisman masters." Ximen Dongqing He pouted.
"Oh, isn't the Moyun Sect based on talismans? Why do we have so many talisman masters?" Han Feng frowned.
"There are only a few Tianfu masters, and we, the Moyun Sect, are the only ones in the Eastern Eight Branches. Even among the main sects, they are rare. There are many other ordinary-level Talisman masters, from the first to the twelfth grade. There are all kinds of talisman masters. My grandfather is one of the twelfth-level talisman masters, but he is not a celestial talisman master and cannot draw talismans in the air. However, now that he has been promoted to the realm of psychics, he will surely reach a higher level in the talisman path. Achievements." Ximen Dongqing explained.
Han Feng suddenly realized that he had more expectations for the Moyun Sect and wanted to get there as soon as possible to have a glimpse of its splendor.
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It has to be said that the area under the jurisdiction of the Moyun Sect is extremely vast. Ximen Dongqing and Han Feng flew for more than half an hour, spanning more than 100,000 miles, passing through large mountains and rivers, plains and deserts, various terrains, and countless large and small City, finally came to a super big city.
Moyun City!
From a distance, you can see its extremely tall city wall, standing like a mountain on the plain, emitting a faint black light, smearing on the green grassland like ink.
Han Feng spread his soul power and tried to investigate, but was stopped by Ximen Dongqing. She said: "No, your soul power will be swallowed up by the ink wall."
"Oh, there is such a thing? Can I try it?" Han Feng didn't believe it, but still wanted to try it.
"Just do as you please and bear the consequences at your own risk!" Ximen Dongqing smiled lightly.
The seven-colored soul light flashed between Han Feng's eyebrows, and a ray of soul power shot out. In one breath, it went to the ink wall, causing ripples of black light, and then triggered a layer of dark green light, swallowing up his soul power. Er Jing seemed to make it slightly stronger.
"The ink wall is not a wall, it is the formation!" Han Feng lost a ray of soul power, but seemed to be unscathed, and in this way he found out the true face of the ink wall.
Moreover, his heart skipped a beat as he felt that this formation was a bit special. It could swallow soul power and strengthen himself. He didn't know what level of formation it was.
"I underestimated you. I didn't expect that your soul power is so special. Just a trace of it can make you understand everything." Ximen Dongqing raised his eyebrows and gave a soft compliment.
Han Feng was silent, and suddenly looked up at Moyun City. He saw a large ray of light rising from it, and several figures leaped out and rushed towards him.
The light quickly dissipated, revealing four people. They were all burly men, but they were only in the realm of Guiyuan Consummation. They must be the guards of Moyun City.
"Who are you? How dare you attack Mo Qiang!" A bearded man looked at Han Feng and Ximen Dongqing and shouted coldly.
Han Feng glanced at Ximen Dongqing calmly, only to find that she had concealed her aura and even her facial appearance, preventing the guards from recognizing her.
"Senior, why are you doing this?" Han Feng was surprised and asked via voice transmission.
"Take care of the trouble you caused yourself, don't rely on me!" Ximen Dongqing responded with a smile as if he was standing by and watching.
Han Feng was helpless, but with a change of heart, he immediately had a solution.
The four guards glared, and the bearded man even yelled: "Are you deaf? If you don't tell me honestly, don't blame us for using violence!"
Han Feng smiled casually, and did not want to waste time. He directly released his powerful pressure and said simply: "Let your city lord come out to greet the distinguished guests!"
As he spoke, he retreated behind Ximen Dongqing, with a respectful look, as if he was one of her subordinates.
The four people felt Han Feng's pressure and trembled all over. They almost couldn't stand still in the air, and their expressions changed drastically.
However, the four of them were obviously well-trained guards. They immediately used secret techniques to retreat dozens of feet away. The bearded man directly took out a scroll, opened it suddenly, and immediately emitted bursts of energy. A dazzling light rose into the sky, illuminating most of the sky.
In front of the city gate, many monks coming in and out saw this scene. They raised their heads and stopped to watch, but they did not panic. They seemed to be very confident in the city's protective power.
After a while, there was a strange light in Moyun City again, and a large number of figures came quickly. It turned out to be an army of monks coming from across the sky. There were nearly a thousand people, and they attacked in unison, causing waves of strong fluctuations and disrupting the situation.
Everyone in this team has a very powerful aura, and they are all composed of Guiyuan monks. Of course, most of them are at the early stage of Guiyuan at the mortal level.
After they arrived, under the command of the four sturdy men, they immediately dispersed and divided into four detachments, surrounding Han Feng and Ximen Dongqing, but did not launch an attack, as if they were waiting for something.
Han Feng did not move, and there was no pressure at all. A strong man at his level could no longer suppress him by relying on numbers, but by monks of the same level.
"Who is visiting? Mr. Ge is not welcome from afar!"
A few breaths later, a powerful sound came from Moyun City, rumbling and shaking the surrounding areas, forming a faint momentum that surrounded Han Feng and Ximen Dongqing.
Han Feng raised his brows and took a closer look. He found that this man's strength was far above that of Huang Yilong and his ilk, and he was obviously not a monk in the early stage of pill formation.
Just as he was thinking secretly, the blue light in Moyun City surged, and a figure shot out, spanning dozens of miles in an instant, and staying firmly outside the crowd.
When the blue light faded, an elegantly dressed middle-aged man was revealed, wearing a long robe with yin and yang Bagua patterns embroidered on both sleeves. A unique aura emerged spontaneously.
