The disc in Hu Shuang's hand, with her urging, slowly began to appear with a brilliant and heroic light, gray with gold, and in a moment it suddenly spread out, covering the extreme distance.

Hu Shuang's eyebrows lit up, and his soul power gushed out, spreading along this golden-gray light to the four fields, and he didn't know how wide the area was.

"Let's go, three hundred miles to the northwest!" Hu Shuang suddenly shouted, and turned around and flew to the northwest first.

Han Feng's eyes lit up, and he followed the other party closely, but he didn't expect that the disc in her hand looked inconspicuous, but once it was unleashed, it could actually increase the scope of soul power enveloping to such an extent.

The other seven people didn't seem to have seen Hu Shuang's treasure, and they followed her to that direction in amazement.

Three hundred miles, for them, is naturally just a very short distance, even if they don't dare to fly here at full speed, half a cup of tea, their group of nine people smoothly flew to the northwest and west of the place.

But when they arrived there, there were already a number of monks gathered here, and when they saw their arrival, they all turned their heads to stare at them, and there was a little wariness in their eyes.

Han Feng swept around the group of monks and found that they surrounded an area in a semicircle, where it was empty, full of rubble, only a small tree like jasper grew in the center, no more than three feet high, but it was like a rainbow, exuding a brilliant brilliance, and from time to time it appeared with colorful light, spreading layer by layer, the light waves were like water, and it was beautiful.

What's more, under the umbrella-like crown of the small tree, there is a nephrite-like fruit, which is light purple all over, and the surface is densely patterned and brilliant.

Huo Ran is the Purple Cloud Fruit!

Han Feng was slightly stunned, he didn't expect to see the Purple Cloud Fruit so easily, but unfortunately there was only one, so many monks present were naturally not enough, and they seemed to be divided into two factions, they were each afraid of each other, and they didn't fight hard.

Now Hu Shuang and the others suddenly appeared, which made them extremely unhappy, and they locked their eyes on Hu Shuang and the others.

"Who are you, dare to move around here, you can't die!" shouted someone from the group of monks on the left.

"Wei Heng, do you still need to ask, their grandsons are naturally here to snatch the Purple Cloud Fruit!" Before Hu Shuang and the others could speak, a group of monks standing on the right side came out and said gloomily.

"Can your grandson speak, looking for a fight?" Hu Lan was originally a violent temper, and when he heard this, he immediately scolded angrily.

"Hey, I think you're looking for death!" The man on the right sneered, his body moved slightly, and he rushed over, holding a spear, and stabbed towards Hulan without saying a word.

Hu Lan was furious, took out two golden machetes and faced them, fighting with them, shining with light and surging qi.

"This group of grandsons, let's join forces to destroy them first, and then we will discuss the ownership of this thing!" the man on the left shouted, and suddenly rushed with six or seven companions behind him.

The leader of the gang on the right naturally had no objection and pounced almost at the same time.

"Kill!"

Hu Shuang and Lang Bang glanced at each other, shouted in unison, and both rushed out, and began a fierce battle with them, the fire burst into flames, and the darkness soared into the sky.

Han Feng, as the main force of their group, naturally would not sit idly by, after all, the strength of these two groups of monks is very strong, and they are all in the realm of the consummation of the earth-level return to the yuan, and their overall combat power is better than that of Hu Shuang and the others.

In order to avoid his own casualties, Han Feng did not spare his hand, and went all out, with the blessing of Bu Yunjue, he was like a ghost, wandering on the battlefield, the power of the sun was wantonly, the red glow was shining, and seven or eight powerful monks were abolished in a moment, so that the pressure on Hu Shuang and others was greatly reduced, and gradually gained the upper hand.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the leaders of these two groups of monks quietly retreated, approaching the Purple Cloud Fruit Tree on the ground, trying to snatch the Purple Cloud Fruit in the chaos.

But as soon as they approached within three zhang of the jasper tree, the purple cloud fruit tree suddenly swelled in brilliance, condensing dozens or hundreds of thick beams of light, stabbing over like a jade pillar.

At this moment, the void was distorted, and the power was so great that it could be seen!

The two of them were shocked, and they all used the trick of pressing the bottom of the box to resist, but to no avail, all attacks and defenses were shattered by the beam of the Purple Cloud Fruit Tree, and their bodies were also shot out of several large holes, blood gushing wildly, and screaming miserably.

The person on the right is named Wu Shi, ranked in the top two hundred, and is a rare genius, but at this moment, he is extremely miserable, roaring again and again, taking out a piece of strange treasures, blocking many attacks from the Ziyun Fruit Tree, and finally retreating to save his life.

As for the Yao Bin on the left, he was not so lucky, he spent a lot of exotic treasure talismans, but he also failed to protect the vital point, and was pierced through the heart by a beam of light, which exploded on the spot, becoming a cloud of blood mist.

Wu Shi was shocked, he never expected such a result, and hurriedly fled outside, not daring to stay for half a minute.

Han Feng broke through the barriers of several of their subordinates, came here, glanced at the Purple Cloud Fruit Tree, and did not rush to pick it, but chased after Wu Shi.

The clouds appeared under his feet, unfolding extremely fast, a breath is two thousand zhang away, only a short time to catch up with Wu Shi, at the moment when Wu Shi was about to activate the teleportation charm, a punch knocked him down, the fist power was like a tide, the body of Wu Shi was eroded to a complete loss, the blood flowed like an infusion, the breath dropped sharply, and he was paralyzed on the ground, almost not dead.

Han Feng grabbed Wu Shi's neck like a dead dog and rushed back, at this time Hu Shuang and the others had completely controlled the scene, and did not let anyone go, they were all beaten to the ground by them, dying.

Of course, Hu Lan and Zhuang Lin were colored, pale, and short of breath, obviously paying a little price.

Hu Shuang and the other eight people turned their heads to look at Han Feng, their eyes flashed with inexplicable awe, the battle just now completely revealed Han Feng's fighting power like a tiger, Wu Shi and Yao Bin, the two gangs were like paper paste in front of Han Feng, and they were easily torn apart by him.

They knew very well that if it weren't for Han Feng's presence, with their own strength, let alone a complete victory, I am afraid that whether they could successfully escape would be a matter of two words.

"Well, you're not bad, there are no dead people!" Han Feng glanced at them, nodded slightly, and praised them.

These words fell on the ears of Hu Shuang and the others, but their faces were flushed, Hu Shuang rolled his eyes even more, and secretly slandered, if there were casualties on her side with the help of Han Feng, the great god, then she could directly disband the group, and there was no meaning at all.