When everything was done here and night had just fallen, they left the place neatly without making a single noise, looking well-trained.
Han Feng watched them leave and couldn't help but secretly sigh. It was indeed a well-established sect. No wonder it could rise to become a mid-level sect.
Compared with Sanyemen, there are too many management regulations here. Sure enough, the success of any person or organization is not without reason, which can be seen from these details.
When Han Feng walked into the palace, the fresh aroma of wood filled the air, making him feel more comfortable.
He did not wander around, but directly spread out his soul power to cover the entire palace, giving a clear view. He did not find anything unusual, and there was no surveillance formation.
With the strength of the team just now, it was expected that they would not be able to set up a hidden formation that he could not detect, so he was relieved and satisfied.
There is a rest room, a training room, and a separate room for refining alchemy and drawing talismans, all with complete functions.
Han Feng went directly to the rest room, fell asleep on the rosewood bed, and soon started snoring loudly.
This night, he slept extremely comfortably, and he didn't wake up until noon the next day.
Some time ago, Han Feng devoted himself wholeheartedly to drawing the ninth-grade talismans. Although the soul power he consumed was restored, he was still tired and tired. It was not that easy to recover. He needed to truly relax and possess high-quality skills. Rest to recover slowly.
Han Feng got up, stretched his limbs, and used his soul power to explore outside. After finding that no one was prying, he assumed a strange posture and began to practice the Secret Book of Ten Pictures.
This is his habit, and he will practice it whenever he has free time.
After he entered the realm of subduing the dragon, he was already able to maintain ninety-eight breaths on the first picture, and it was still improving. It was obvious that he had not reached his limit yet.
In fact, when he was in the state of subduing the tiger, he could last more than seventy breaths. Some time ago, there were too many things, one after another, and he had no time to practice. After reaching the state of subduing the dragon, he became more To make things smooth, I only came down twice to reach this level.
Now he was practicing this secret book again. The time he persisted passed little by little, and he reached the ninety-eighth breath in a short while. He did not feel pain, but his whole body began to feel hot, blue veins appeared, and waves of amazing breath spread out, making him feel uncomfortable. The void was slightly rippled.
Fortunately, he controlled it and did not let it out completely, otherwise the whole hall would collapse.
Unknowingly, another seven breaths of time passed.
At this moment, his body suddenly began to shake, and he could no longer maintain that state. He fell to the ground, completely paralyzed, and could not stand up at all.
At that moment, a strange force suddenly enveloped him and pushed him down.
"It's really strange. I was fine just now, but suddenly an inexplicable force came to me from the inside out. I was completely caught off guard. Even if my body was twice as strong, I couldn't resist it!" Han Feng thought in his heart. He murmured secretly, feeling that this secret book was extremely magical, but he really couldn't understand it, and he didn't know what the technique was.
However, this time he got more, and his body began to feel warm. It was the innate energy that nourished his flesh and blood and made his muscles and bones stronger again.
Han Feng quickly used the Tyrant Technique to mobilize his innate energy to attack his undeveloped meridians, and one by one they appeared in his body.
In the past, these innate Qi came and went in a hurry, but never like this before, it almost formed a small stream, which made him gain a lot, and his physical training level improved again.
At his level, it is extremely difficult to improve at any level. It takes a lot of time to grind slowly, and the spiritual materials required are also huge. It would be as easy as him.
Of course, Han Feng also understood that it was the residual medicinal power accumulated in his body some time ago that was supporting his improvement this time. Otherwise, even the innate energy would be in vain and would most likely cause damage to his foundation.
Even so, when his innate energy completely disappeared, he began to feel hungry, his stomach growled, and he lost weight.
He quickly took out a large handful of elixirs and drank them. They were all fifth- and sixth-grade elixirs. He stuffed them into his mouth as if they were spiritual stones and swallowed them in one gulp. Under the operation of the technique, they turned into rolling medicinal power to nourish his body.
But obviously these pills were not enough, so he could only continue to swallow them.
It wasn't until he drank nearly half of the remaining pills that he felt no longer hungry.
This made him scared. Fortunately, there was still a large amount of pills left this time. If these were missing, he would have been seriously injured.
"No, I have to refine the elixir to prepare for future breakthroughs and leave a backup plan!" Han Feng immediately made this decision in his mind.
However, Han Feng did not act recklessly, but calmed down, silently calculated, and carefully thought about the future. Meanwhile, he is waiting.
When the sun set, Ximen Holly appeared in front of him again, looking left and right with a smile on his face. He was looking at Han Feng's residence like his own master, but he didn't say a word, and he didn't know what was selling in her gourd. What medicine.
Han Feng followed her helplessly. After a while, he coughed and asked, "Senior, I just joined the sect. Isn't there anything for me?"
"Stop calling me senior all the time, you have to call me senior sister from now on, do you understand?!" Ximen Dongqing turned around quickly, looked at Han Feng and smiled.
"Okay, I'll call you senior sister." Han Feng nodded and looked at the other party with bright eyes.
"You are already a ninth-grade Heavenly Talisman Master after all. Do you still care about the sect? Otherwise, just forget it, haha!" Ximen Dongqing said with a smile.
"Since senior sister needs it, I'll give it to you. Just pretend I didn't ask." Han Feng readily agreed with a wave of his hand without even blinking.
"really?"
"really!"
Ximen Dongqing took a serious look at Han Feng, suddenly smiled, and laughed loudly: "I'm just teasing you. Looking at your serious look, I don't care about the things the sect gave you. I don't need them anyway!" "
"Could it be something related to Fu Dao?" Han Feng rolled his eyes and immediately woke up.
"Of course, I'll give it to you!" Ximen Dongqing nodded, waved his jade hand, and took out an eight-cent-new classic from the storage ring. It was as thick as a square brick.
She threw it to Han Feng casually, and then took out a pen about a foot long. There were bursts of talisman lights. There were also wisps of talisman patterns engraved on the long pen, surrounding it like a coiled dragon, shining brightly.
Han Feng was a little stunned, and all he could see was this talisman pen.
