Not long after, Han Feng successfully crossed tens of thousands of miles and came to an unfamiliar sea area with several large islands.
From a distance, there are various buildings on these five large islands, and it seems that there are some humans or demons, in short, people from the sea tribe.
With a thought in his mind, he quickly flew over and landed at a pier.
Coincidentally, there was a fishermen's boat returning here. When they saw him falling from the sky, they immediately showed panic. Everyone on the boat knelt down, shouted to the gods, and kept kowtowing.
There were also humans on the dock. They were dressed simply and knelt down to kowtow. They did not dare to neglect.
Han Feng swept away his soul power and found that these people were all mortals without any fluctuations in spiritual power.
He expanded the scope and found that among the nearly 50,000 people in the entire port area, it was estimated that only three or five people had true energy in their bodies. The rest were just ordinary people, with at most some boxing skills.
He thought for a while, then his body swayed, and his whole body emitted a layer of strange light, blocking the light from the outside world and making him seem transparent.
To outsiders, he seemed to have disappeared, but in fact he was still where he was.
Those people did not dare to raise their heads and continued to kneel and worship. After a while, some brave people raised their eyes and glanced slightly, and found that he had disappeared, and then slowly greeted everyone.
"I didn't expect that we could meet gods in such a remote place. We are really lucky. After I go back, I have to talk to the old lady about this matter and see if she still dares not to believe in the fact that there are gods in the world." A young man said The half-century-old man said with a proud look on his face.
The rest of the people also talked about it, and they didn't look very worried. Apparently they had seen such monks in the past.
Han Feng did not disturb their lives, and instead expanded the coverage of his soul power a hundred times. Five large islands with a radius of thousands of miles were covered by him, and he silently explored them.
"Oh, it turns out to be a country of mortals!" He muttered secretly.
In this human country, there are only five monks who are in the Guiyuan realm, and they happen to be on a big island. The strongest person is only a monk in the late Guiyuan stage, and the other four are in the middle stage of Guiyuan.
In addition, there are hundreds of Qizang realm monks in the entire country. On the mainland, although this scale cannot be compared with top forces like Yuxian Sect, it can be compared with some families in the branch. .
In the world of cultivation, there is an unwritten iron law that you are not allowed to kill mortals. Otherwise, once discovered, you will be wanted by various sects in the world. No matter how big the world is, there will be no place for you.
Naturally, Han Feng would not violate this iron law. Even if he was not afraid of encirclement and suppression by other monks, he was also worried that he would encounter a more terrifying disaster when he broke through to the Tianyi realm.
It should be noted that this world also has its own rules. Monks who kill too many people, especially monks who kill mortals, will often develop special hostility in their bodies.
This kind of energy cannot be seen, and it will only appear when there is a breakthrough, hindering the monk from going further.
This is the law of nature and the retribution of heaven, and no one can avoid it.
To use an old saying, it means not reporting that the time has not come yet!
Han Feng thought silently for a while, then suddenly flew towards the largest island in the center of the sea, silently and without attracting anyone's attention. In just a dozen breaths, he went there and slowly climbed up on the highest peak. Land slowly.
This is the training place for the strongest people in this country, called Dianyun Peak.
The peak is as its name suggests. There is indeed a little cloud floating in the sky above the peak, which does not disperse all day long. It is very strange and has made it famous.
On this peak, the air is fresh, but the spiritual energy is so thin that it cannot even be compared to the branches of the Jianyun Mountain Range. It is probably equivalent to the concentration of spiritual energy on the distal peaks in the edge areas of the branches.
There are no other monks stationed here. After all, this is the exclusive territory of the strongest person in the country. How can others be allowed to come here to share the already thin spiritual energy.
The strange light on Han Feng's body was still there, scattering all the light around him, and it was still as if it were transparent. He quietly walked to a palace here.
The palace door is protected by a formation. Even if a monk who has returned to the Yuan Dynasty comes, he will have to spend a lot of effort to break it open. But in Han Feng's eyes, this is not a problem.
He raised his hand and waved lightly, and with a flash of talisman light, the door opened on its own without disturbing the strongest man.
This female monk in the late Guiyuan period has delicate features and a good appearance. At this moment, she is still meditating in the practice room and silently vomiting.
At this moment, all the formations here are secretly controlled by Han Feng. As long as he wants, he can activate or destroy these formations at any time.
Han Feng glanced at it and found that there was a spirit gathering array arranged in this person's training room. The level was not low, it was actually the eighth level.
In her training room, the spiritual energy is like mist, which is no worse than the spiritual energy in the Jianyun Mountain Range. However, gathering spirits in this environment requires a lot of spiritual stones.
The thinner the spiritual energy in a place, the harder it is to gather spirits. This is a natural law, and no one can change it, at least people of Han Feng's level cannot change it.
Han Feng didn't waste time. With a thought, he cut off the spirit gathering circle and stopped gathering spiritual energy, causing her to wake up suddenly.
But the moment she was about to make a move, her body was imprisoned by an inexplicable force, unable to move at all. Her heart was pounding and she was sweating involuntarily, and soon she was covered in sweat.
"I don't know which senior has come to visit me. Please forgive me for any inconsideration." The female monk composed herself and said calmly.
"It doesn't matter who I am. There is a task for you to complete now. This is the reward. You take it first, and I will give you the rest after the task is completed." Han Feng still did not show up, but said lightly.
As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved, and a bag of spirit stones appeared out of thin air in front of the female cultivator and placed it on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Han Feng removed the power of imprisonment and allowed her to regain her freedom.
The female cultivator immediately felt that the pressure on her body had disappeared. She secretly practiced some exercises and adjusted her breathing, and her limbs were able to move. She immediately bowed and saluted, not daring to make any mistakes.
"Don't be nervous. I have no ill intentions. Instead, I'm giving you a great opportunity. You might as well take a look at the specific number of this bag of spirit stones first." Han Feng's voice came from the void again, gentle and gentle, without any arrogance. feeling.
The female cultivator hesitated for a while, then slowly took the bag of spirit stones on the ground into her hand, released her energy and injected it into it, and quickly refined it.
She opened it and took a look, and was dazzled by a large number of spiritual stones flashing inside. She was surprised and happy, and all kinds of emotions came to her heart, and she was speechless for a while.
