"Han Feng? I've never heard of him. Where did you learn from him?" Zi Yuan's eyes flashed and she continued to ask.
"I used to be an ordinary disciple of the Sanye Sect of the Eastern Seven Branches. Because of some unfair treatment, I was expelled from the disciples by the powerful. But now I am a casual cultivator. If your sect is willing to accept you, I can join. If not, I'll leave now, and I'll repay Elder Ximen Dongqing's life-saving grace someday!" Han Feng said calmly.
"Han Feng, what are you talking about? Didn't you already promise me? Zi Yuan, you can't drive him away. I finally snatched him back from the Liuyun Sect!" Ximen Dongqing rolled his eyes and immediately glared. road.
"This is a rule. Even if the Tianfu Master wants to join our Moyun Sect, he must find out his identity and origin." Zi Yuan said with a serious face.
"However, since we have this girl Dongqing as a guarantee, you are our guest no matter what, so just follow us into Moyun City first. After I thoroughly investigate and report to the sect master, I will give you an explanation. I wonder if this arrangement is appropriate, do you think it is appropriate?" Zi Yuan suddenly showed a smile on her face and changed the subject.
Han Feng had nowhere to go for the time being. Anyway, he was not afraid of shadows slanting, nor was he afraid that the other party would find out something. It was just that the details of his previous killing of his fellow sect members at Sanyemen were exposed, but everything happened for a reason. Thinking about it, It doesn't hurt, Mo Yun Sect should have the capacity to accommodate himself. Even if you can't tolerate yourself, is it possible that you will kill yourself? He felt it was unlikely. After all, with the strength of Moyun Sect, there was no need for this.
These thoughts flashed through Han Feng's mind. He immediately nodded and followed them into Moyun City.
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Time flew by and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Han Feng stayed in a courtyard in the northeast of Moyun City. It was fully equipped with all the training facilities. The Moyun Sect did not treat him badly. It not only provided him with sufficient spiritual pills every day, but also gave him enough freedom to allow him to practice. He wanders around.
However, Han Feng knew that he was still in the investigation stage, so he did not try to figure it out to avoid being misunderstood and causing unnecessary trouble.
But even so, in three days, he still visited the small half of Moyun City in the north.
The prosperity here is far beyond what Wicheng City can match, and even Dachuan City in the Baicrocodile River Basin cannot compare with this place. There is a dazzling array of heavenly materials and earthly treasures needed by all kinds of monks, many of which are obtained from the main veins of the Jianyun Mountain Range. As long as you have spirit stones, it can basically meet your needs.
Apart from purchasing some purple talisman papers, Han Feng bought almost nothing else. Instead, he sold some elixirs and a large number of talismans and elements that he had on him, and cleaned up the storage ring so as not to occupy most of the space with those sundries. space.
Since entering Moyun City, Ximen Dongqing has quickly disappeared, and Han Feng has never seen her again.
He didn't care, he stayed contentedly in the courtyard assigned by the Moyun Sect, practicing according to his own plan, and further consolidating his cultivation.
As Zhang Qingyun said, after he advanced to the realm of subduing the dragon, it would be difficult for him to improve. The five-clawed golden dragon swallowed Huang Yilong's golden elixir before, which only consolidated his own cultivation, but the physical realm The improvement is limited, and it seems that the internal obstacles are becoming more and more serious, and every step forward is as difficult as reaching the sky.
"It seems that we really need to join a sect, otherwise we will be unable to move forward if we continue to practice in such a wild way!" Han Feng thought silently for a while and found that at his level, there is no supply from the sect and no people with the same path to discuss together. It is indeed extremely difficult. It is difficult to improve the realm.
When one has reached this point in cultivation, what is often needed is no longer chance, but rather the concentration of mind, careful polishing, and slow progress.
"I hope I can join the Moyun Sect as scheduled, and with the help of its resources, I can achieve the Dan Formation Realm in one fell swoop!" Han Feng closed his eyes and thought silently in his heart.
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In the next half month, Moyun City became extremely lively. All forces gathered in this big city, and they were all obviously here to congratulate Moyun Sect for becoming a middle-level sect.
After all, for tens of thousands of years, Ximentian, the Eastern Eight Branch Lineage, has been successfully promoted to the realm of psychics, and has also received the approval of the Yuxian Sect. If he is promoted to the position of Venerable, he can naturally occupy a corner of the main lineage. Let Moyun Sect become a mid-level sect from now on.
In order to integrate the cultivation power of the Eastern Eight Branches, the Moyun Sect also wanted to take this opportunity to summon all forces to witness this glorious moment, firstly to convince the public, and secondly to prepare for the subsequent march into the main lineage.
Although the Moyun Sect has the support of the Yuxian Sect, and there are still many unclaimed lands on the edge of the main line, they still need to fight for it if they want to take it for themselves. After all, there are many other middle-level people in the surrounding area. The sects are checking and balancing. Even if the mid-level sects no longer have the strength to expand their territory, they are not willing to have other forces rush in and occupy their strategic space. There is no guarantee that there will be no friction.
If during this process, the Moyun Sect does not have enough strength to gain a foothold, it will have no choice but to stay in the East Eight Branches, continue to cultivate its own one-third of an acre of land, and become a mid-level sect that does not live up to its name.
Historically, such situations have occurred frequently. There are not many sects that can really take root in the main line. They have been replaced frequently over the years. Except for the four sects, the other sects that can last forever in the main line are There are no more than a hundred middle-level sects, otherwise there would not be such a vast open space in the main line.
Han Feng didn't leave his courtyard for many days, hiding in the talisman-making room to draw talismans, all of which were ninth-grade talismans.
It has to be said that the ninth-grade talisman is really special. Even with his current talisman skills, he often failed at first, which made him distressed, thinking and trying again and again.
He struggled for five or six days, drew countless times, and used various techniques to stabilize the success rate at around 50%.
"It's strange. I can obviously draw ninth-grade talismans in the air at will, but why can't I completely implement them on the talisman paper?" Han Feng secretly muttered in his heart.
He looked for problem points one after another, solved them one by one, and improved them one by one. After another five or six days, his success rate reached 80%.
His eyes were red, and he did not believe that he could not achieve perfection. He continued to immerse himself in research. Finally, he simply took off his clothes and started fucking with his upper body bare. As the talisman light overflowed, his success rate increased steadily and the speed became faster and faster. .
When three more days passed, his success rate increased to 90%, but he still missed occasionally. Some of the ninth-grade talismans collapsed on their own in the final stage and turned into a ball of flame, which illuminated the entire talisman-making room as bright as day. , if he hadn't spread out his cultivation to protect it, I'm afraid the entire courtyard would have collapsed.
Han Feng's brows furrowed from time to time, and he calmly reviewed the situation, studied it carefully, and unknowingly made new improvements.
