"Thank you then." Han Feng took it without any courtesy, put it directly into the storage ring, nodded to Fang Hanyuan again, turned and left.
Although the colorful spiritual soil is extremely precious and valuable, only seven of them can't do much. It can really only be used as a meeting gift, and there is nothing wrong with accepting it.
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After burning the incense, Han Feng slowly returned to his inn, entered his courtyard, immediately set up a ban, and then walked into the alchemy room.
He had already checked Yan Yijian's spiritual materials and found no problems.
Now that he returns to the inn, he naturally needs to refine them into two unflowered elixirs for cross-fertilization.
Soon, the two furnaces were completed without any surprises.
But the remaining eighteen spiritual materials were kept by him and were no longer practiced, and I don't know what his plans were.
In fact, his idea is very simple, which is to accumulate enough such spiritual materials and refine them in one go. Only in this way can the level of refining be greatly improved. Otherwise, repeated interruptions will make it difficult to go further.
Early the next morning, he went out again, met with his soul clone, and completed a simple handover.
After returning to the main island of Penglai, he practiced in seclusion and ignored what was happening outside the window.
Until ten days passed, Wang Quan suddenly sent a message to Han Feng, saying that he had arrived outside his inn and wanted to interview him.
Han Feng felt strange and wondered why this guy came to the door. Maybe he had discovered some clues.
He decided to remain unchanged in response to all changes, and simply did not reply to Wang Quan's message and let Wang Quan wait outside. Anyway, he could have said afterwards that he was at a critical moment in his cultivation and did not notice the other party's message.
Sure enough, Wang Quan waited outside for a long time and saw no movement, so he had to give up and go back to Muyang Chamber of Commerce for the time being.
Here, the Yuxian Sect is the master, and any inn is protected. No one dares to break in, not even the Muyang Chamber of Commerce has this right.
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"What? Lai Shenghao is hiding behind closed doors? Has he discovered my existence? Is he starting to doubt you?" After listening to Wang Quan's report, Elder Yao from the Muyang Chamber of Commerce flashed his eyes and asked several questions in a row. a question.
Wang Quan was speechless by her question. After a while, he came back to his senses and analyzed slowly: "It stands to reason that it is impossible for him to discover your existence. He does not have the strength! It is possible that he is really practicing in seclusion. .”
"Well, I hope so." Elder Yao, a woman in palace attire, said slowly as her expression returned to calm.
"Then what should we do now?" Wang Quan asked.
"Wait!" Elder Yao, a woman in palace attire, looked calm and only said one word.
Wang Quan bowed, nodded in agreement, and retreated.
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Five days later, Han Feng woke up from his trance, put on his mask again, transformed into Ge Liang, quietly left the inn, and sped overseas.
Along the way, he dispersed the soul power at the crystal level and searched around, but found nothing unusual.
This place is close to the Penglai Islands, and the ferocious sea monsters in the surrounding areas have long since evacuated. How can they still linger in this area? After all, the relationship between the human race and the sea race is not good.
It was calm all around, and Han Feng turned into a streak of light and quickly disappeared into the sky.
After a stick of incense, he traveled more than 20,000 miles and successfully arrived at an island in the northwest. It was lush with trees, green, flowers, and extremely beautiful.
His soul clone wandered here to stay, but it was not idle, and he understood the Nine Refining Mysterious God Art on his own.
At Han Feng's level, he could already transform into thousands of souls, but just a ray of soul power was separated, and his strength was limited, so it would be useless to have more souls.
This soul power clone like his has condensed nearly one-tenth of his soul power, and its natural strength is superior, comparable to the level in the early stage of condensation. In terms of real combat power, it is definitely not weaker than the characters in the early stage of channeling.
After Han Feng landed, not long after, his soul clone emerged from the ground and stood in front of him without speaking.
Han Feng saluted respectfully and called his soul clone his senior.
His soul clone nodded to him, threw him a small blue and white bottle, and said calmly: "I will leave this sea area someday, so I won't take on other tasks for the time being."
Han Feng nodded heavily and said, "Yes, but I don't know where senior is going?"
"You don't have to worry about this. You just have to do your own thing. When the time is right, I will come back to you!" His soul clone looked aloof, and his words were majestic.
Han Feng pretended to be very good. He immediately shut up, bowed and left immediately.
But at this moment, he sensed a slight fluctuation in spiritual power. Although it was slight, he still caught it.
It's just that he shouldn't show it, so he can only let his soul clone come forward.
"Which fellow Taoist is hiding? Why don't you show up to see me?" His soul clone's gaze was like a torch, sweeping across the sky in the southeast.
Hearing this, Han Feng pretended to be surprised, flew down quickly, looked at his soul clone, and quickly explained: "Senior, I didn't bring anyone here!"
His soul clone pretended to be serious, raised his hand and said calmly: "I know it has nothing to do with you."
As he spoke, he moved his eyes and wandered around again, the aura on his body suddenly surged, and the soul power spread out like a river, covering hundreds of miles in radius.
"Haha, such a profound soul power cultivation, no wonder you can refine the soul-derived biochemical elixir. When I saw it today, it really lived up to its reputation!" A female voice like a silver bell came down from the surrounding void. One has the feeling of falling asleep.
Naturally, Han Feng didn't feel sleepy at all, but he still had to show it, pretending to be overwhelmed.
His soul clone raised his hand and pointed, shooting out a ray of light that sank into his body.
In fact, that light was his own power. After returning to the body, it had almost no effect, but he was able to take the opportunity to get rid of that embarrassment and recover as before.
"The fairy's soul power cultivation is also very strong. Isn't it time to come out and see her?" His soul power clone continued.
"Okay!" As soon as the woman's voice fell, a beautiful figure appeared in the sky and slowly descended.
I saw that she was wearing a bright red phoenix robe, with skin as smooth as gelatin and beautiful facial features. She looked like a fairy coming out of a painting, but her every smile was extremely charming, like a witch.
It was Elder Yao from the Muyang Chamber of Commerce.
"Who are you?" Han Feng's soul clone asked calmly and calmly.
"Young lady Yao Hong, I have met a fellow Taoist, what would you call me?" the woman in palace clothes said with a slight smile.
