"What does Elder Huang mean?" Han Feng pretended to be shocked and asked rhetorically.

"Isn't it you?" Huang Teng calmed down a little, his divine sense swept away, the other party was only the second layer of qi refining, no matter what, it was difficult to have anything to do with the inexplicable and powerful coercion just now, Huang Teng looked around but there was no one else, and he couldn't help but secretly doubt.

"What am I not? The disciple's cultivation is low, and he is naturally stupid, and Elder Huang wants to joke. Han Feng showed a puzzled and depressed expression.

"Did you feel a strong coercion just now?" Huang Teng asked again.

"Coercion? No. But—" Han Feng stopped talking, elongating his voice.

"But what?" Huang Teng asked urgently.

"Last night, there were strange sounds in this courtyard, it seemed to be the sound of ghosts crying, endlessly, disturbing the disciples in the middle of the night, could it be that the disciples of the Sword Sect returned from wandering?" Han Feng smiled secretly in his heart, but on the surface, he turned his words around and started talking nonsense.

"Nonsense!" Huang Teng glared at the beads, scolded, turned around and stepped on the flying sword a few steps, and looked around, the unusually lonely courtyard made him feel ominous, and secretly thought: It's really a fucking evil door, it's not easy to stay here for a long time, it's better to leave quickly!

"Stupid, don't come up yet!" Huang Teng was angry from fear, yelled at Han Feng, and then stomped on the sword body, and the silver sword was immediately enlarged to five feet long, nearly twice as long.

Seeing that Huang Teng was annoyed, Han Feng's mood improved, and he replied unhurriedly: "Elder Huang wait for a while, and the disciple will pack up his clothes and come." Then he turned back and went back to the house.

"You damn bastard! I should have fed you to the Wind Wolf in the Demon Forest! Huang Teng was furious, pointed at Han Feng's hut on the sword and scolded loudly.

Han Feng in the room didn't hear it, and after about half a pillar of incense, he trotted out with a gray cloth burden on his back, and no matter how Huang Teng reacted, he jumped with both feet and stepped on the flying sword.

"Elder Huang, it's time to go!"

"Humph!" Huang Teng couldn't wait for a long time, he snorted angrily, used his mana to urge the flying sword, and with a long roar, the silver sword broke through the air.

Ziyun Mountain is more than 300 miles in radius, the four sects of Daomen stand in four parts, the east is the location of the Sword Sect, the west is the Medicine Sect, the south is the Array Sect, the north is the instrument sect, the four sects are surrounded by the Ziyun Mountain, I don't know how many years have passed.

The silver flying sword grazed the mountain beams and galloped past, and the woods, meadows, mountain streams, canyons, and large tracts of Daomen buildings, mountain walls and caves flashed from under their feet. Han Feng stood on the body of the sword, the breeze blew, his hair flew, and he felt very happy. Han Feng wanted to take out the Long Fire Sword by himself and swim freely, it was no longer a problem to use his cultivation as a sword, the key problem was that he had to hide his cultivation on this Ziyun Mountain, and be cautious, which made Han Feng feel aggrieved.

After about two meals, the flying sword slowed down, swooped down, and went straight to a courtyard below. In the blink of an eye, the silver sword descended, a few feet off the ground, Huang Teng and Han Feng both landed on the ground one after the other, Huang Teng returned his hand, and the silver flying sword immediately returned to the scabbard on his back.

Han Feng raised his eyes and saw that there was an antique hall with flying eaves and arches in front of him, and there were five big characters written on the plaque in the middle: Medicine Sect Management Hall.

Huang Teng didn't stop at all, he strode straight in with his head held high, and Han Feng also followed closely when he saw this, and followed quickly.

"Stop, no rules, wait outside, when will you be told to come in again! Hum! Huang Teng stopped Han Feng and flicked his sleeves straight into the steward's hall.

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