"Lin Gongzi!" Han Jizhou suppressed the doubts in his heart and beckoned Lin Feng, "I heard that you are going to return to Kongyang Sect, the old man has specially set up a practice banquet, let's go, let's eat and drink!" ”

He was full of enthusiasm and unrestrained personality, and took Lin Feng's hand and walked to the garden without saying a word. Together with Xiao San, Xu Daniu and others, they were also invited.

Lin Feng had no choice but to follow.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone talked more, Han Jizhou and Lin Feng sat together, and he asked in a low voice: "Lin Gongzi, the old man has a question, I don't know whether to ask it or not." ”

"City Lord, please speak." Lin Feng said.

"Where did this friend of yours come from?" Han Jizhou quietly pointed to Xu Daniu.

"Big bull? He, like me, is from Benlei City and is a native of Benlei. Lin Feng remained silent, in fact, he already felt strange, Han Jizhou's frame was too similar to Xu Daniu.

"Oh? Is it homegrown? Han Jizhou looked slightly disappointed.

"Actually, Lin Feng also didn't understand one thing, why was the city lord's frame so tall? You're two heads taller than the average person. Lin Feng said.

"To tell you the truth, my father is a barbarian, my mother is an ordinary person, and I am a barbarian half-blood." Han Jizhou did not shy away from his background, "So I have a special affection for the barbarians." And Lin Gongzi's friend reminds me of a painting I once saw. ”

He told Lin Feng that the painting was a portrait of the last generation of barbarian kings, and it was very similar to Xu Daniu.

Lin Feng was thoughtful.

Before they knew it, they had been in Shifang City for a few days, and they were finally going to return to Kongyang Sect.

Despite his reluctance, Lin Feng still had to settle his three friends in Shifang City.

He's going to the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, and that's not a place for these three to go.

Han Jizhou's father and son were very enthusiastic and said that they would entertain the three of them well, and Lin Feng was also very relieved about this.

Saying goodbye to the three friends, Lin Feng and Wu Side set off on the return journey.

On the way back to Kongyang Sect, Lin Feng always felt that someone was following him. But every time he looked back, he couldn't see half a figure.

……

Time flies, and it has been more than half a month since I came back from Shifang City.

Night.

Overcast clouds obscure the moon.

Lin Feng once again passed through the Batu Cave and came to that unique world.

Since the last encounter with Ah Wu, the two fought for a short time, Lin Feng had a lot of feelings in his heart.

He immersed himself in this aura-rich world every day, hungry for strength and digestion.

Between the first and second orders of the Martial Master Realm, there seemed to be a wall of mist. And now, the fog gradually dissolved, and Lin Feng could already clearly see that side.

Spiritual power is constantly fused, circulating in the limbs and hundreds of remains.

Lin Feng only felt that the little confusion in his heart was about to be solved.

He is more focused, absorbing the aura around him and replenishing his spiritual power loss.

"How can the Origin Spiritual Power become more powerful? How does the Origin Spiritual Power evolve? He said to himself.

He tried to think, deduce, try to find the answer.

But this question is obviously beyond his current ability, and the more he tries to think about it, the more fog there is in front of him.

Whenever he fell into a dead end, Lin Feng would change his mind and start thinking again.

Time passed, and even though he did not get an answer to this question, the gains were significant.

The improvement of thinking agility made Lin Feng understand the Wing Xuan Sutra more thoroughly, and his cultivation was simpler and smoother.

Regarding the improvement of the realm, Lin Feng was not in a hurry, he was now more concerned about the changes in the strength of his spiritual power.

Rumble!

The icy spiritual power is like a winter river, flowing endlessly. On the surface of Lin Feng's body, his skin is faintly ice blue. Wherever the spiritual power passed, his muscles, blood vessels, and fascia were gradually getting stronger.

The physical body of the Martial Master Realm is relatively strong enough to rival the rock.

The use and contemplation of spiritual power opened up the confusion in Lin Feng's heart little by little. Suddenly, several strong winds rolled around him, and his aura was uncertain.

Thundered!

The waves of spiritual power began to hit the realm barrier, and the invisible barrier gradually shook under this impact.

If the impact failed, Lin Feng mobilized spiritual power to do it again.

After stepping into the martial arts realm, every small progress is worthy of the martial artist to be happy for a long time, not to mention the improvement of this small realm.

Impacting again and again, I don't know how long time has passed, and suddenly a spiritual light rises from his heavenly spirit cover, rushing to the sky, and the orange light illuminates half of the sky.

Huge spiritual power fluctuations rolled in the air, like orange ice snakes. The spiritual pressure was cramped, and the small animals and demon beasts around them fled one after another.

Lin Feng's eyes suddenly brightened, and he stepped into the second order of the martial artist realm, and his mind was much broader.

He was immersed in the joy of the breakthrough, and he also savored the power of the second order and felt the change in power.

Finally broke through, but Lin Feng's heart was very calm.

The spiritual power flowed with the pulsation, and Lin Feng realized more and more in his heart.

At dawn, Lin Feng left from the exit of the Batu Cave, and on the way back, he actually met Wu Side.

"Wow! Senior Brother Lin, I finally found you, where have you been? Woodsted had dark circles under his eyes and looked excited to see him.

Several experiences of living and dying together, coupled with the compatibility of personalities, the two of them have become friends.

"Is there something wrong with Senior Brother Wu looking for me?" Lin Feng asked.

"Today, the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa, the Panlong God of War Sect, and the people of several other sects are coming. Senior Brother Jiang asked a few of us to accompany ......"

Senior Brother Jiang, Jiang You, is the sect disciple who took Lin Feng to see the sect master last time.

Lin Feng didn't expect that this time he would also go.

"It seems that the contents of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave are worth exploring." Lin Feng said secretly.

On the bright side, everyone goes to the Ten Thousand Demon Cave for two purposes. First, I heard that there were demonic disciple activities in the Ten Thousand Demon Caves again, and several major sects decided to send disciples to investigate. If it is true, it will not be counted.

Another purpose is treasure hunting. It used to be the old nest of the Demon Dao, and naturally there were precious treasures left.

Lin Feng and Wu Side went to the Longqi Peak Hall together, but saw a group of people standing at the foot of the hall steps from a distance.

"Good! Hit him! ”

"Hidden Sword Villa, come on!"

They are all young people of eighteen, nineteen or twenty years old, with strong blood and strength, and when they first arrived, people from several sects met together, and it was too normal to compete for short and long.

However, when Lin Feng walked up to him, his face changed when he saw the person who had been rectified.

In the middle of that group of people, it was actually Liu Bei and another man.

The man was dressed in purple, in his twenties, his face was arrogant, and his spiritual power was domineering and ruthless. When he looked at Liu Bei, his eyes were full of mockery and disdain.

"Sissy, weren't you quite fierce just now? What's going on here? The people next to him added fuel and vinegar, lest the world would not be chaotic.

And Liu Bei was very embarrassed, and there was blood hanging from the corners of his mouth. Obviously, in the battle just now, he suffered a big loss.

Liu Bei clutched his chest and looked at the man annoyed: "Zang Shufeng, you are too much!" ”

"Cut, sissy, we're a joust, not a scolding street, don't use your shrew on me......"

Before Zang Shufeng's words fell, he suddenly felt a cold shadow flash in front of him, and he was slapped on his face.

Syllable!

This slap was crisp and loud, and it directly stunned everyone.

(End of chapter)