Han Feng returned to his inn, set up a ban, and entered the practice room.
He had gone out of his way to create a scene with Wang Quan, just to show them off, so as not to make people suspicious.
During this period of time, his performance seemed to be perfect, but if he looked closely, there were still some clues to be found, so he had to do enough to divert their attention.
Not to mention the condition of Yao Hong's injury, after he made such a fuss, the other party mistakenly thought that the alchemy master really didn't want to see him, and would not look for him again to find out the whereabouts of the alchemy master. Less hassle.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Yao Hong had not attacked him before, otherwise he would not have known how to deal with it.
But when he thought about it again, he felt that it was normal.
In Yao Hong's view, he was just a pawn of the alchemy master. As a tool for external communication, he was naturally ignored.
What's more, after all, he has the status of an inner disciple of Yuxian Sect, and Yao Hong, as the elder of Muyang Chamber of Commerce, is indeed not suitable to attack him.
After Han Feng sorted out these thoughts, he felt calm and closed his eyes to rest and practice silently.
…
Tens of thousands of miles away from the main island of Penglai, Yao Hong was hiding on a desert island to recover from his injuries. His face was as golden as paper. It was obvious that his injuries were serious.
She has taken several healing elixirs in succession, but her injuries have only just calmed down, and it will take a lot of effort to fully recover.
In the previous battle, she was glad that she was decisive and blew up the high-grade spiritual treasure in time. While blocking Han Feng's attack, she used the blood instant technique in time to break through the paste-like space and leave far away.
If not, she might be in bad luck.
Now she was scared when she thought about it, with a look of resentment on her face. She didn't expect that the so-called alchemist was so powerful, and it was not like the abilities that a casual cultivator could possess.
"This guy is hiding very deep. He is probably the elder of Yuxian Sect. I wonder why he is so sneaky?" Yao Hong secretly guessed in her heart, but there were still many things she couldn't understand.
Considering the opponent's alchemy and his own soul power cultivation, he shouldn't act like this, he could just show it openly.
"Is it because he doesn't want the Yuxian Sect to know his true level of alchemy? So as not to become a tool of the powerful?" Yao Hong suddenly thought about it and suddenly came up with this idea.
Thinking about it, it was possible. After all, she had hidden a secret in the Muyang Chamber of Commerce. The success rate of refining high-grade elixirs could actually reach 30%, but she only showed a 20% level so that she could monopolize those spiritual materials.
"Forget it, ignore his real purpose for now, healing is the most important thing!" She no longer thought about it, holding a strange magic weapon, and quietly healing her wounds in this underground cave.
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Three hours later, Han Feng opened his eyes and his soul power had recovered.
He got up and left the inn, went straight to Longyuan Inn, and met Yan Yijian in the conference hall on the second floor.
It was still a delivery of pills with one hand and another. Although there were only two soul-derived biochemical pills, Yan Yijian was very excited. After taking one before, he felt that his mana increased greatly, and he almost surpassed the level of pill formation. There are just a few of them, which are enough for him to enter the semi-psychic realm.
"Brother Lai, I can still collect twenty more spiritual materials in ten days. I wonder if you can help me again?" Yan Yijian said with a smile on his face.
Han Feng sighed helplessly and told the other party the news of the alchemy master's departure, but concealed the fact that Yao Hong was fighting with his soul clone.
"Ah, that's such a pity. I also want him to refine two more soul-derived biochemical pills to make my breakthrough more secure." Yan Yijian was full of regret when he heard this.
"This is the half-step psychic treasure you gave me in advance. I can only return it to you." Han Feng suddenly took out a whisk and handed it to the other party.
Yan Yijian waved his hand politely and said with a smile: "No, thanks to your coordination during this period, otherwise the alchemy master would never have refined two rounds of elixir for me!"
Han Feng didn't show any pretense. He thanked him and pocketed it without saying a word.
He stood up, cupped his hands, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Yan, see you later."
"Oh, you want to leave the main island of Penglai?" Yan Yijian's eyes flashed and he asked slowly.
Hearing his question, Han Feng knew that he already knew that he was going to the Black Sea with Fang Hanyuan. It was no secret. He simply admitted openly: "Yes, Fang Hanyuan and I agreed to go to the Black Sea."
"Then I wish you a smooth journey." Yan Yijian also stood up, cupped his hands and smiled.
Han Feng nodded, said no more, turned and left.
Yan Yijian stood there, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking about.
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After Han Feng returned to the inn, he didn't do anything. He just lay on the bed and fell asleep.
He slept soundly, and it took him three full days to wake up, feeling refreshed and exhausted from the battle with Yao Hong through his soul clone.
He stood up, stretched his limbs, and then directly assumed the weird posture of the seventh picture of the Ten Figures Secret Book. Strange power began to grow in his body, and wisps of innate energy filled the air, constantly growing his physical body.
Still he could only hold on for sixty-six breaths, and he was sweating profusely, so he had to stop, otherwise it would be counterproductive and cause him physical injury.
He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat, stood up straight, filled with joy, and felt extremely relaxed, as if he could become one with the world, as if he was about to have an epiphany.
However, he failed to enter the state of enlightenment after all.
Just at this moment, Fang Hanyuan sent a message and asked him how he was thinking about it.
Han Feng had already been prepared and agreed immediately.
Fang Hanyuan was overjoyed and immediately set a departure date with him, which was set in four days.
Han Li used these four days to meditate and draw two large stacks of twelve-level talismans. In addition, he naturally did not forget to let the five-element talismans swallow up the special half-step psychic treasures Yan Yijian gave him. .
As if in the blink of an eye, four days flew by.
Han Feng left the inn and flew directly from the main Penglai Island to meet Fang Hanyuan and others on a desert island thousands of miles away.
"Brother Ge, you're here!" Fang Hanyuan was overjoyed and greeted him with great enthusiasm.
Han Feng came here as Ge Liang at this time. Although they may all know that he is Lai Shenghao of Yuxian Sect, since no one has revealed it, he is too lazy to change back.
The other three people also cupped their hands and saluted Han Feng.
Han Feng also smiled and nodded to them one by one.
"Brother Ge, wait for a moment, another person from the same path will come over." Fang Hanyuan said with a smile.
Han Feng's eyes flashed slightly, but he didn't say anything. After all, one more person means more strength. As long as we unite and explore the Black Sea, the advantages will naturally outweigh the disadvantages.
