Han Feng came out of the teleportation hall at the top of the hill on the left. He raised his head and glanced at the east gate and found that it was huge, more than ten times higher than the hill, which made people feel a little scared.
He slowly withdrew his gaze, spread out his soul power, and suddenly found that seven people had gathered at the foot of the mountain, all monks in the realm of perfect elixir formation.
He immediately walked down, and was shocked to find that these seven people were all their new disciples, and he didn't know if they were deliberately arranged by the Yuxian Sect.
These seven people were both men and women. When they saw Han Feng coming down, some nodded in greeting, while others were indifferent and looked indifferent.
Han Feng naturally didn't care and returned the greetings one by one with a smile.
He didn't speak and just stood aside silently.
At this moment, three more people walked out of the teleportation hall on the top of the mountain. It was Zhao Yuntao and others. After they came down to the foot of the mountain, they immediately looked at Han Feng, but they did not dare to say hello. After all, Han Feng had urged them not to expose themselves to him. Relationship.
"Hey, it's really all our generation. I wonder how many of them are going to the East China Sea?" A man with a beard on his face suddenly said.
He looks very old, but in fact his skin is no different from that of a teenager. However, I guess his real age is not too young. After all, monks who have reached the perfect level of elixir formation are not too young.
In this world, there are very few people who can enter the psychic realm at such a young age like Han Feng and Murong Xue. They are all people with huge opportunities.
What's more, if Han Feng's time in the world of residual symbols is taken into account, his mental age is actually not young anymore, and he is also an old monster of five or six hundred years old.
After one stick of incense, more than forty people had gathered here, and the number was still increasing.
However, at this time, someone who was not of their generation appeared, but an old inner disciple, and Han Feng also knew that it was the Red Lotus Fairy.
She had a beautiful face and was dressed in fiery red clothes, but her face was full of pride. She ignored them and just stood aside with her eyes closed to relax.
When Han Feng saw her, he felt slightly relieved, indicating that it was not the senior officials of Yuxian Sect who deliberately arranged for these new disciples to go to the East China Sea, but that they should indeed have such a mission.
As he expected, several veteran inner disciples came one after another, all of them were arrogant and did not take them seriously at all.
Han Feng looked at it and remembered a rumor that there were two distinct factions in Yuxian Sect, one was a local disciple, and the other came from outside as a casual cultivator.
In fact, this phenomenon is not only unique to Yuxian Sect, but also occurs in other sects of all sizes, but to varying degrees.
After another quarter of an hour, everyone was here.
Han Feng secretly counted and found exactly sixty-four people. Most of them were the newly promoted inner disciples of their group, and the rest were all veteran figures, and they were mainly local monks.
They waited for a while, and another person walked out of the teleportation hall on the top of the hill.
This person's aura is extremely majestic. If he hadn't restrained himself, the whole sky would have roared suddenly, and the spiritual energy from all directions would surround him, which shows how powerful he is.
This person was undoubtedly the psychic monk named Huang. As soon as he came out, he flashed in front of Han Feng and others.
Han Feng glanced at him and found that this person was actually a person in the late stage of psychics. Although he would not be his opponent, he should not be underestimated. After all, the psychics of Yuxian Sect were not that easy to deal with.
"I've seen His Holiness!" The group of them quickly bowed and saluted, shouting loudly.
"Well, you are all here. Let's set off without further delay!" The psychic monk surnamed Huang waved his hand, looked around them, and said calmly.
After saying this, he raised his hand to make a seal, quickly made a series of seals, and suddenly flew towards the huge east gate.
Many people were confused when they saw this. After all, all the seals flew to the empty positions of the east gate. What effect would this have?
Han Feng's eyes lit up slightly, as if he had seen something.
Fairy Red Lotus did the same, staring at the east gate intently.
At this moment, those dharma seals did not pass through the east gate, but were suspended in the air in the empty space between the east gates, forming a formation. The light shone brightly in an instant, and gradually condensed into an altar-like existence. There were actually arrays of talismans. Light emanates like substance.
Han Feng observed carefully and found that the altar was a teleportation array, which turned out to be hidden within the east gate.
"Okay, everyone, please go up." The psychic monk surnamed Huang waved his sleeves lightly, flew over first, and stood on the light altar in an instant.
Han Feng and others did not dare to delay, so they flew up one after another and stood still.
Within a moment, everyone stood still, and the psychic monk named Huang immediately cast a spell to drive the teleportation array.
Han Feng looked around and found that the altar was densely covered with talismans. Following the stimulation of the monk surnamed Huang, it lit up with a dazzling light, colorful and dazzling.
"Buzz..."
Suddenly, the entire altar rang, and its brilliance shone brightly, and then disappeared in an instant.
Then the entire altar and the group of people disappeared, leaving no traces. The east gate was still empty, as if nothing happened.
For a long time, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, with no light from the sun or the moon. The group of them seemed to be plunged into eternal darkness.
Han Feng could feel a layer of mysterious power surrounding them as they traveled through the void at incredible speeds, spanning the infinite world.
After a full meal, the surrounding world gradually became clearer. They emerged from the void, as if they emerged from the deep water and arrived at the corresponding teleportation array.
Han Feng and others opened their eyes in unison and looked around at the surrounding environment. They saw that they were already in another teleportation hall.
"We're here, let's go out." The psychic monk surnamed Huang said calmly, jumped down first, and quickly left the hall.
Han Feng and others naturally followed closely behind, and soon walked out of the teleportation hall.
The sea breeze blew in, and the rich smell of the ocean hit their faces, lifting their spirits.
It's just that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is very sparse, much worse than the branches of the Jianyun Mountain Range, which makes them gradually feel uncomfortable.
The Teleportation Hall is located on a high mountain, and there are many buildings built around it below. There are many pavilions and pavilions, and the overall layout is very elegant.
"This is the border? Why is the spiritual energy so thin?" someone said in disbelief.
The rest of the people were also talking about it, and they were obviously extremely uncomfortable with the environment here.
