Han Feng reacted quickly and put away the secret map immediately. Since the other party couldn't use his soul power to detect it, he would definitely not be able to tell what the thing in his hand was.
Ling Fen glanced at Han Feng, but didn't say anything. Instead, there was a hint of admiration in her eyes.
After a while, the two of them landed on the ground.
The three of them were all monks in the middle stage of psychic life. They all had strong auras and were looking at Han Feng and Ling Fen in unison.
"It turns out that the core disciples of Jiuxiao Palace and Yuxian Sect are here. I thought some big shot had arrived, such a big battle!" One of the middle-aged men with a white face and no beard sneered.
Han Feng and Ling Fen ignored him and landed on their own, no more than ten feet away from the three of them.
Han Feng raised his eyes and scanned the environment here, and found that he was in a closed space. There was a hill-like thing in the center, and there were layers of water curtains on the outside. A series of red jade evil spirits rippled out, transforming into a dragon. From time to time there was a roaring sound, which was deafening.
"They are the inner sect elders of Hehuan Valley." Ling Fen secretly sent a message to Han Feng, her expression slightly solemn.
"Oh, are you sure you can kill them all?" Han Feng asked via voice transmission with a calm face.
Ling Fen was stunned for a moment, with a look of surprise in her eyes. After being silent for a while, she slowly responded: "I'm not sure. I don't know how good their skills are. Some elders are unfathomable and cannot be attacked by core disciples like us." Killed!"
"Then forget it, just wait and see what happens." Han Feng said in a message.
"Hey, you two little kids are secretly communicating with your soul to discuss important matters. If you need our help, it doesn't matter. We always like to take care of you juniors!" It's still the look of the middle-aged man with a fair face and a beardless face. In a flash, he suddenly spoke with a smile on his face but no smile on his face.
Ling Fen and Han Feng looked at each other, a little confused. They didn't expect that the other person had such a strong soul power cultivation and could catch them communicating with their soul power.
The two of them did not answer each other's questions and remained silent. Even the soul power transmission was paused to avoid being heard by the other party.
If Han Feng revealed his true soul power cultivation, he would naturally not be afraid of being overheard, but now that he was suppressing his cultivation, it was better to be careful.
"Hmph, don't think that this matter will be over if you don't talk. You should tell me honestly, why are you here? How did you find this place!" The white-faced, beardless middle-aged man said with a cold look on his face. .
"I wonder what you call this senior?" Ling Fen looked determined and asked calmly.
"I'm Zhang Zijie! Who are you from Jiuxiao Palace?!" The white-faced, beardless middle-aged man said in an imposing manner.
"My surname is Ling, and I am a core disciple of Jiuxiao Palace. Who do you think I am from Jiuxiao Palace?" Ling Fen said with a proud face.
Zhang Zijie was slightly shocked, but his face looked calm and calm, and he said calmly: "Daughter of the Ling family, are you Ling Yuntian's daughter?"
"What do you think?" Ling Fen asked back.
"That's right, otherwise even the core disciples of Jiuxiao Palace would not be able to come here." The white-faced, beardless middle-aged man nodded.
"Your name is Ling Fen, right?" A young monk in the middle asked unexpectedly.
After saying this, he slowly removed the light from his body, revealing his true appearance.
Han Feng glanced at him and found that this man had a jade-like face, was extremely handsome, and had a powerful aura, which was no less than that of a monk in the late stage of spiritualism.
"It's you?!" Ling Fen said in surprise.
"Haha, it's me, Zhao Tianlong!" The young monk showed a soft smile, feeling like he was taking a breath of spring breeze.
"Do you know him?" Han Feng couldn't help but send a message to Ling Fen and asked.
Ling Fen nodded slightly and said with an ugly face: "This guy proposed marriage to my family before, but I rejected him. Can I not recognize him?"
"Oh, I didn't expect such a thing. Isn't he very handsome? Don't you like him?" Han Feng said with a smile on his face and deliberately said.
"All the men in Hehuan Valley are prostitutes. What's the point? No one can force me to do this!" Ling Fen said angrily.
"Is there anyone still trying to force you?" Han Feng was surprised.
"Zhao Tianlong has a good background. He found my ancestor through upper-level connections, so he was allowed to see me. But I refused and no one in the family could do anything to me. He must have lost face at that time. He still holds a grudge, so we have to be careful. This guy lives a disorderly life, but his cultivation is really terrifying. It is said that he can kill people in the late psychic stage or even the perfect level!" Ling Fen slowly explained.
Han Feng suddenly understood and couldn't help but look at Zhao Tianlong a few more times.
Zhao Tianlong's face darkened, he snorted coldly, stared at Han Feng and shouted: "Since you like to spy on me so much, then just keep your photos!"
After speaking, he raised his hand and waved, and the middle-aged man with a white face and no beard immediately flew out and rushed towards Han Feng like an eagle.
"How dare you!" Before Han Feng could speak, Ling Fen yelled angrily, and with a twist of the spell in her hand, the brocade-like spirit treasure above her head swelled in light, and several rays of sword light struck at the opponent. The power was so powerful that it caused the void to shatter.
"Fairy Ling, you can't stop me!" The white-faced, beardless middle-aged man grinned, made fist seals with his hands, and directly faced Ling Fen's attack with his bare hands.
With several loud bangs, the sword light from the brocade-like spiritual treasure collapsed.
The white-faced, beardless middle-aged man's fists continued unabated, and he struck the brocade-like Lingbao Light Screen with a rumble, causing it to buzz and tremble violently.
"Presumptuous!" Ling Fen was furious. After snorting coldly, she suddenly took out a magic talisman from the storage ring, flicked it, and it spontaneously ignited, sparking a brilliant light and rushing towards this person like a large fire. The middle-aged man caused waves in space.
The power of this spiritual talisman was as powerful as the sea, overwhelming the void. After a while, space cracks like ink appeared, constantly emitting bursts of strong wind, and even the hill spontaneously emitted a layer of flames to resist.
To have such a powerful spiritual talisman, the grade is naturally not low, and it is a high-grade existence.
The middle-aged man's face condensed, and he raised his big hand. In the flash of aura, a golden long knife appeared and danced rapidly. The sword energy was like waves, forming barriers in the space of about ten feet, blocking this attack in one fell swoop. The talismans attacked continuously, making loud bangs.
"Break it!" The middle-aged man shouted violently, holding the golden sword tightly with both hands, condensing a blazing sword light, breaking through the layers of the spiritual talisman's barriers with the force of splitting mountains and seas, and slashed at Ling Ling. On the light screen of Fen's spiritual treasure. ()
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