Han Feng knew very well that even though Long Ziyun usually treated him well, when faced with a life-or-death situation for the sect, he could do anything ruthless, otherwise he would not have been sitting in the position of Moyun Sect all these years. Such stability is due to his good management skills on the one hand, and his ruthlessness on the other hand, otherwise everyone would not be able to obey him.
Not to mention Dongfang Yu, who is not only a great monk who has perfected the elixir formation, but also a powerful figure. How can he be a person who can keep pace with Long Ziyun?
"Okay, Elder Han is done!" Dongfang Yu and Long Ziyun cupped their hands and bowed to Han Feng.
"There is no need for the two leaders to give this grand gift. I am also a member of the Tianlong Sect, so I will do my best!" Han Feng assured again.
In fact, he himself was at a loss and didn't know where to start. He could only take one step at a time and deal with this disaster first, otherwise he might not be able to get out of this Fengyun Tower.
"Okay, hurry up and leave. Set off now. We will explain the situation to the monks of the sect and say that you go to the north to support our fellow sects on the front line!" Dongfang Yu urged.
Han Feng nodded and immediately turned around and left. After exiting the building, he took off into the air and flew towards the north.
"Brother Long, do you think Elder Han is reliable?" Dongfang Yu looked through the window at the back of Han Feng who quickly disappeared into the sky, and asked solemnly.
"Master, Elder Han keeps his word, and he has already made a blood oath and has to carry it out. As long as he has no way out, he will try his best to rush to Longtan to rescue Patriarch Ximentian and others." Even if there are no outsiders, Long Ziyun still maintained respect for Dongfang Yu and said with cupped hands.
"Hey, I hope he can successfully deal with Patriarch Ximentian and others, otherwise our Tianlongmen will really be in disaster." Dongfang Yu sighed.
"In these troubled times, let's take it one step at a time!" Long Ziyun also said with some emotion.
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After Han Feng left the northern city wall, he did not take out the flying boat until he was thousands of miles away, and activated it according to the method taught by Dongfang Yu.
Light blue light shone, and a flying boat of two to three hundred feet in length appeared in the void in the blink of an eye. The more Han Feng looked at it, the more satisfied he became. He immediately entered it, pinched his fingers and punched in a magic formula, and there was a sharp sound, It disappeared in an instant, and after a few breaths, it was a hundred miles away. If everything goes well, at this speed, it won't take long to reach the area where Longtan is in the north. It just needs to find the real pool, but I don't know when. Got my wish.
Han Feng did not let the flying boat be so ostentatious. He used the magic formula to shrink the flying boat to a size of twenty or thirty feet.
In this way, its speed became a little faster, and Han Feng hid in the airship, turning into a thick stream of light and flying forward quickly.
The journey was not as smooth as he imagined. As soon as he flew eighteen thousand miles away, he encountered a large group of rogue cultivators who blocked his flying boat.
The leader of this group of casual cultivators was a strong man in the early stages of forming a pill. Dozens of Guiyuan cultivators and nearly a thousand Qi Cang realm cultivators gathered to surround him.
If he wasn't worried about something happening to his flying boat, Han Feng could have driven the flying boat and crashed through it.
Han Feng could only stop suddenly at this moment. The casual cultivators also did not want to destroy the flying boat. They all looked at it fiercely, but in fact they did not attack. Instead of attacking, they just forced Han Feng to show up.
Han Feng snorted coldly, emerged from the flying boat, stepped on the flying boat, glanced at the group of casual cultivators coldly, and shouted sternly: "If you want to survive, put down all the spiritual stones on your body, and then get out of here!"
"Ouch, what a loud tone. I thought it was some old monster, but it turned out to be just a young boy. Don't be afraid, brothers. Ancestor is here. Come on, tear him into pieces and feed them to the dogs!" Standing next to the pill-forming monk was a long-haired man. He looked handsome, but unfortunately he was a bit feminine, and his words were also yin-yang, which made people feel tired.
Han Feng did not let go of his aura, so the casual cultivators thought he was just an ordinary returning monk who had forgotten the danger when they saw such a large spaceship. Now that they received the order, they rushed over like crazy.
Han Feng has never been a merciful person. When he saw them daring to attack, his eyes widened. He opened his hands and used all his magic power. In an instant, the invisible pressure was like a tiger descending from the mountain, suppressing an area of 10,000 feet. The casual cultivators felt like they were being attacked. Lightning struck, and all the monks in the Qi Zang realm became unstable and fell down rapidly, causing numerous casualties. Even many Guiyuan monks staggered and fell. Even if they did not die, they suffered heavy injuries and suffered a great loss in combat power.
The weird guy didn't fall down, but he was so frightened that he hid behind the pill-forming monk, trembling.
"Senior, please don't blame us. We are too blind to recognize Mount Tai. I hope you, sir, will not forget the faults of villains and bypass us this time!" The pill-forming monk looked fair and fair, in his early thirties. Although he was respectful and bowed his head slightly at this moment, he glanced at Han Feng from the corner of his eyes from time to time.
Han Feng sensed his strange gaze and looked at the male cultivator beside him. He didn't know the relationship between the two of them. He suddenly felt uncomfortable and said in a cold voice: "I told you to keep the money to buy your life." , I will let you live!"
After saying that, his coercion became stronger, almost freezing the space around the alchemy monk, making him feel cold, afraid to make any mistakes, his head lowered, and he was submissive.
"Ming, I understand, I understand." The man said tremblingly, and immediately took out a large bag of spiritual stones from the storage ring and threw it to Han Feng from a distance.
"This is ten million spiritual stones. I hope you will accept it, senior!" the man said respectfully.
"Ten million?" Han Feng frowned and sneered, "Do you think I'm a beggar?!"
"How dare you, this is just a spiritual stone. There are a few more magic weapons here for the juniors. Let's give them to the seniors for tasting." The pill-forming monk was frightened and quickly took out a few more mid- to high-level magic weapons.
Han Feng took them over, glanced at them, and felt that he was not interested at all. These magic weapons were of high quality, but unfortunately they were not as good as his broken sword.
Just when he was about to refuse, the broken sword in the storage ring moved slightly. It was obvious that it was somewhat interested in these magic weapons.
Han Feng was secretly happy, and immediately threw these magic weapons into the storage ring, put them together with the broken sword, and let it devour their spirituality.
"You want to get rid of me with this little thing? I think you still want to seek death!" Han Feng glared deliberately. In fact, he knew that the other party probably didn't have many good things anymore. After all, he was just a casual cultivator, even if he was an old monster who formed pills, It is unlikely that there are other treasures. Not all casual cultivators can be as rich as him.
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