Bang, Elder Feng's palm was easily blocked by Han Yi, he looked at Han Yi in amazement, and he didn't react for a while.

"Strength. Elder Feng glared, took a few steps under his feet, and his figure pulled out six afterimages, and at a glance, he couldn't tell where his true body was.

"Nine steps of wind dance, Dacheng. "Han Yi recognized that spirit skill, when he was in the Great Comparison of the Outer Mansion, there were also disciples who used it, but those disciples of the Spirit Sect Stage could only pull out two afterimages at most, and the realm could not be compared to the Elder Feng of the Half-Step Spirit King Stage at all.

"The eyesight is good, the old man's nine steps of the wind dance are close to perfection, I heard that your kid has also cultivated a good body and spirit skills, it is better to come and compete with the old man." ”

"Since Elder Feng has this Yaxing, Han Yi will naturally accompany him. Han Yi smiled slightly, and stepped out, the floating light was instantly stimulated to the extreme, and his identity was divided into three, and the three identical Han Yi suddenly moved at high speed in the main hall.

Elder Feng looked at the three Han Yi, his face was a little solemn, although he had not yet broken through the Spirit King stage, but his spiritual power, which had already reached the half-step Spirit King, was naturally much stronger than many monks at the peak of the late stage of the Spirit General. But in his senses, the aura on the three Han Yi's bodies, whether it was strong or weak, or the fluctuation of spiritual power, was actually exactly the same, and there was no difference.

"Since you can't tell the difference, the elder has broken your body. Elder Feng's face turned sideways, and the breath of the half-step Spirit King was released without reservation, and the speed suddenly increased, and in a few flashes, he came to a Han Yi's side, and slapped it with one palm, and the speed of the shot was almost comparable to that of a real Spirit King monk.

Buzzing, dozens of extremely condensed blue-gold wind blades surrounded Elder Feng's body, flying out with his movements, slashing directly towards Han Yi.

The corners of Han Yi's mouth twitched, revealing a faint smile. As soon as his feet moved, his speed skyrocketed, and he suddenly disappeared under Elder Wind's attack. Those dozens of wind blades lost their target and spun back under Elder Wind's control.

"It's so fast. Elder Feng was surprised.

He made a seal in his right hand and swung it out quickly, and suddenly thousands of blue-golden wind blades appeared, almost covering the entire hall.

"Turn. ”

The thousands of wind blades formed a huge storm that swirled in the main hall, and Han Yi couldn't avoid it at all.

"Elder Feng, you're too serious. Han Yi smiled bitterly, "If other disciples don't think they can take your trick at all." ”

"Hmph, listen to what you mean, the old man's trick can't help you. ”

"Your move is indeed very powerful, every wind blade has the blessing of Gang Qi, it can be said that it is effortless to deal with the Spirit King Period Monk, but there is still a bit of a gap compared to the Spirit King Period Monk. Han Yi commented lightly.

"Stinky boy, can you see the old man's attack on the doorway, and you think you are right?" Elder Feng's face sank. Although he was the closest monk to the Spirit King Stage in the Spirit Mansion, he had been stuck at this level for hundreds of years, and Han Yi's words naturally stabbed him in the sore spot in his heart.

"Storm of Blades. ”

Elder Feng let out a low snort, waved his big hand, and suddenly those wind blades flew up at a terrifying speed, slashing towards the three Han Yi.

The whole hall was filled with the sound of the air being torn apart by the wind blade, which sounded a tingling of the scalp. However, Han Yi's face was calm as he looked at those terrifying wind blades. Now that he had broken through the Spirit King Stage, he naturally wouldn't take Elder Feng's attack seriously.

The three Han Yi raised their sword fingers at the same time, and one after another thunder arcs emerged, surrounding his right arm, and the silver thunder was blazing and furious. The moment before the wind blade arrived, Han Yi suddenly stabbed out his sword finger.

Therefore, the thunder arc was shot out, splitting into tiny electric wires in the air, as gorgeous and beautiful as fire trees and silver flowers, but revealing the danger of death. Bang bang bang, the wind blades burst one after another, and in the blink of an eye, all the wind blades in the hall were emptied by the electric wires sent by Han Yi.

Elder Feng on the opposite side looked at Han Yi actually breaking his spiritual skill so easily, and his face was incredulous. At this time, he carefully began to sense the aura on Han Yi's body, which was huge and unfathomable, and there was a faint sense of oppression.

"You, you, you've broken through the Spirit King Stage. Elder Feng's eyes widened.

Han Yi smiled and nodded, and the two clones turned into white light and shot into the body in the middle. He walked up to Elder Feng and raised his hand to pat Elder Wind on the shoulder.

"Elder Feng, hold on, I know your mood must be mixed right now. ”

"Stinky boy, get out of here. Elder Feng roared wildly, turned around and sat down on the chair, "How the fuck is this possible? You kid was still in the Spirit Sect stage a year ago, how come you broke through the Spirit King stage in just one year?"

"Well, I guess it's the Ethereal Tower. Han Yi made an excuse and said.

"Ethereal Tower, how many floors have you reached?" Elder Feng hurriedly asked.

"Uh, the ninth. ”

"The ninth floor passed?"

"Passed. ”

"Perverted, monster. ”

“......”

Elder Feng cursed, and there was a brief silence in the hall.

"Elder Feng, in fact, I came to you this time to make a deal with you, I want the Ten Thousand Beast Blood Crystal in your hand. Han Yi was the first to speak.

"I refuse to trade. ”

"You haven't even heard what I'm going to trade with you to refuse?" Han Yi blinked.

"I don't want to hear it, I'm in a heavy mood now, even if I was hit by those old guys in the inner house, now I'm still hit by you, a little guy. Do you know how old I am? Do you know how many years I've been cultivating as a half-step spirit king?"

"I don't know. ”

"Damn, Lao Tzu is two hundred years old this year, and he has stayed in the Half-Step Spirit King for a full hundred and thirty-two years. So I don't want to see you now, please go out and turn left, don't send it. ”

"Uh......"

Xiao You on the table watched Han Yi's body tremble, and it had been holding back its strength to prevent itself from laughing. Han Yi raised his hand and flicked it Xiao You's head, and the crisp popping sound echoed.

Stinky boy, when my aunt and grandmother recover, I must avenge this finger. Xiao Yu roared in his heart.

"Elder Feng, if I have something in my hand that can help you break through the Spirit King Stage, are you sure you want me to go out and turn left?" Han Yi turned over his hand and took out a silver wooden box, the lines on the box had changed, and it retracted to the six sides of the box, forming a strange pattern.

For the sake of the Ten Thousand Beast Blood Crystal, Han Yi had to ask Jiufang to break the ban on the sealing box for him with a shy face. Because Jiufang refused to save Mo Qingrou, Han Yi had no good attitude towards Jiufang during this time.

"I said that no matter what you have in your hand, Lao Tzu just won't trade with you...... Wait a minute, what did you just say?" Elder Feng's eyes widened, "You have something in your hand that can help me break through the Spirit King Stage, hurry up and take it out." ”