The person who came was actually the deacon Duan who reported to Han Feng when he joined the Taiqing Sect.
Deacon Duan was not surprised when Han Feng recognized him at a glance.
"Hey... Nephew Han, I haven't seen you for many years. Your cultivation has improved a lot."
Deacon Duan laughed dryly, looked Han Feng up and down, and sighed.
"I never thought that you and I would meet on this battlefield between good and evil. I heard that Master Nephew Han has killed many evil monks these days."
Han Feng looked at the deacon of the sect in front of him, whom he once hated very much. For some reason, he felt that he was particularly "kind" at this moment.
"Deacon Duan is joking, my nephew misses you dearly!"
Deacon Duan couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Han Feng's sincere smile.
Xin Xin said that when he took away the elixir from this son, he was still so well-behaved, so it seemed that the matter was probably going to work out.
"Master Nephew Han, I just sensed a violent energy fluctuation here. What happened?"
"Oh... reporting back to the deacon, my nephew just killed a demonic monk here."
When Deacon Duan heard this, the smile on his face became even wider, "Master Nephew Han is indeed very powerful. Looking at Master Nephew's face glowing, I must have gained a lot from this battle."
Seeing the flash of greed in Deacon Duan's eyes, Han Feng sneered in his heart, but scratched his head as if he was honest.
"Uncle, I was just joking, it's just a small gain."
Deacon Duan nodded with a smile, and suddenly said: "Master Nephew Han, I personally brought you into Yunlu Hall back then. You and I can be considered old friends."
Han Fengxin said, you really have the nerve to say the word "old friend", but he said it on his face.
"Of course, it's an honor for me to be friends with my uncle."
Seeing Han Feng being so polite, Deacon Duan smiled even more.
"Master Nephew, since you and I have a close friendship, Master Master, let me tell you the truth. Master Master, my cultivation has been stagnant at the early stage of the human-god realm for many years.
Now that good and evil are at war, my uncle and I also want to improve my strength and have more ability to protect myself in the battle, so my uncle has a heartless request and hopes that my nephew can help me. "
Han Feng looked surprised, "What does my uncle mean by this? How can my nephew help me?"
Deacon Duan said with a sneer on his face: "Master Nephew, you must also know that the pills that monks in the human-god realm take to improve their cultivation are all valuable.
Uncle Master, I am an upright and upright man, with a clean mind. I really don’t have enough money. If my nephew can lend me the essence stones and elixirs he has accumulated, I can temporarily lend them to him.
When my martial uncle and I improve, I will definitely not forget my nephew's kindness and repay me twice as much in the future. "
After hearing what Deacon Duan said, Han Feng's expression became more comforting.
Good guy, this guy didn't mention a word about the matter of withholding his Dust Falling Pill back then.
Now he has the nerve to ask for his property again. Han Feng has finally seen what it means to be shameless.
Facing Deacon Duan's request, Han Feng did not refuse outright, but instead smiled.
"It turns out this is something easy to talk about."
"Yo...!" Upon hearing Han Feng's answer, Deacon Duan's eyes lit up.
She said in her heart that this kid is really a fool, and she must find a way to empty out his family fortune.
However, before he could speak, Han Feng said, "Uncle, we can discuss the matter of borrowing money. However, back then, uncle owed me a Dust Falling Pill. Do you remember?"
"Huh...?" When Han Feng suddenly mentioned this, Deacon Duan's smile froze slightly.
"Is this happening?"
"Uncle Master, you are such a noble man and forget things. Now that the war between good and evil has begun, Uncle Master wants to improve his strength. My nephew also wants to try his luck and attack the human-god realm. Please return the elixir to Uncle Master," Han Feng said calmly. .
Hearing this, Deacon Duan frowned slightly and said, "Master Nephew, let's not mention this matter for now. Please lend me a batch of resources first. I will naturally give you an explanation about the Dust Falling Pill."
When Han Feng heard this, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Uncle Master,
It's better to give an explanation to my nephew first and then borrow it later. "
"Um……!"
Deacon Duan's face finally darkened, and a majestic pressure spread out from his body, covering Han Feng.
"Master Nephew, I don't have the Dust Falling Pill with me. I will wait until I return to the sect to discuss everything."
Facing Deacon Duan's pressure, Han Feng calmly said calmly.
"Without the Dust-falling Pill, there is no need to discuss anything."
"Presumptuous!" Deacon Duan's expression suddenly changed, a fierce look in his eyes.
"Han Feng, is this your attitude towards your master? Hand over your storage ring quickly, otherwise..."
"Otherwise, uncle, what do you want to do to me?" Han Feng asked.
Deacon Duan's eyes flashed coldly, and he threatened: "Martial nephew, this is the battlefield of good and evil. The death of a master monk is normal for the sect. Don't waste your future and life for a trivial matter!"
Hearing these words, Han Feng's eyes gradually became cold.
"You want to kill me?"
Deacon Duan glanced around and saw that there was no one around, and indeed there was murderous intent in his eyes.
However, before he could take action, Han Feng on the opposite side did not show the expected frightened expression, but instead had a strange smile on his face.
"I originally wanted to reason with you, but it seems there is no need for this."
The next moment, the magic gun in Han Feng's hand burst into golden light, and in Deacon Duan's shocked eyes, it came towards him, covering him overwhelmingly.
In the dense mountain forest, a battle between humans and gods began again, and the battle lasted for less than half an hour.
Following a shrill and unbelievable scream, the sound echoed through the forest.
A moment later, except for the traces left by the battle, no one appeared on the messy battlefield.
Before the sun was about to set, both the good and the evil sides retreated their troops.
In the sky full of light, Han Feng, who was carrying a spear and stepping on the light, calmly retracted his weapon and followed the righteous army back to the camp.
As usual, after greeting several familiar fellow students, Han Feng returned directly to his cave without going to the exchange office to exchange merit points.
After closing the cave door tightly, Han Feng sat cross-legged in the practice room. A light yellow storage ring appeared in his hand.
The owner of this storage ring was none other than Deacon Duan who asked for his property two hours ago. Now its surname is "Han".
When he saw Deacon Duan again, Han Feng originally planned to ask for his Dust Falling Pill back, but he didn't expect that this man was so greedy that he actually wanted to kill people and seize the treasure.
However, this is exactly what Han Feng wants. Since you are unkind, I don't have to take into account the relationship with the same sect.
This deacon probably has been eating cards all year round. Although he is a monk in the human-god realm, in terms of strength, he is still far behind the likes of Lai He.
Han Feng did not use too many methods at all. With a sudden blow from the Azure Dragon Cone, he dispersed his spirit, killed him on the spot, and obtained the opponent's godhood and storage ring.
At this moment, Han Feng thought, and a green jade bottle appeared in his hand from the storage ring.
Han Feng gently opened the cork and smelled a familiar fragrance. He couldn't help but smile with relief.
He worked hard and finally got the last dust-falling pill. Perhaps he was determined by freedom and asked Deacon Duan to travel thousands of miles to return this pill that originally belonged to Han Feng to him.
Now that the last dust-falling pill was in hand, Han Feng could not wait to swallow the pill immediately and break through on the spot.
But he knew that he couldn't do this.
Unlike others, he has mastered the secrets of the Five Elements. Once he breaks through, he will inevitably experience the Five Elements Divine Thunder.
This kind of thunder disaster is too rare. If it breaks through near the camp, it will definitely cause an uproar and cause unnecessary trouble.
"It seems that we have to find a hidden place to break through."
After thinking about it for a while, Han Feng had an idea.
After resting for two days in the cave, Han Feng came to a square in the southeast of the camp on the morning of the third day.
In the square, a large number of Taiqing Sect members had gathered while coming and going.
Like them, Han Feng came here to take on tasks.
When good and evil are at war, in addition to direct confrontations with demons, each camp will also assign a large number of tasks to each camp, such as killing a certain demon monk, looking for some rare materials, or transmitting intelligence, etc...
Han Feng came here now because he wanted to take on an outing mission so that he could leave the camp and the battlefield of good and evil, find a safe place, and overcome the tribulation.
Han Feng searched on the task bars around the square and finally locked on a task.
"Intelligence mission: transmit a letter to the fifth southern camp. The mission reward is 500 merit points."
Han Feng would naturally not take it seriously with just 500 merit points.
What he values is the route of this mission. The main camp where Han Feng is located is the sixth battalion in the south. It is tens of thousands of miles away from the fifth battalion and has to pass through many wild and uninhabited areas.
Han Feng can find a suitable place for him to overcome the tribulation in these areas.
Having made up his mind, Han Feng decisively accepted the mission, signed the contract, and received the arrows for leaving the camp.
Han Feng was full of expectations and left the camp without stopping that day, heading east...
