When all was done here, and night had just fallen, they left the place in unison, without making a noise, and looking well-trained.

Han Feng watched them leave, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, it was really a sect with a foundation, no wonder it was able to rise and become a medium-sized sect.

Compared to the Shamrock, there are too many management norms here, and sure enough, the success of any person or organization is not for nothing, as can be seen from these details.

When Han Feng walked into this palace, the fresh aroma of wood permeated the air, making him feel very comfortable.

He didn't wander around, he directly spread his soul power and enveloped the entire palace, and he didn't find anything abnormal, let alone any monitoring formation.

With the strength of the team just now, it was expected that he would not be able to arrange a hidden formation that he couldn't even discover, so he was very relieved and satisfied.

There are rest rooms, cultivation rooms, and separate rooms for alchemy and drawing talismans, all of which are fully functional and have everything.

Han Feng went directly to the rest room, fell asleep on the rosewood bed, and snored loudly after a while.

This night, he slept unusually comfortably, and it was only at noon the next day that he woke up.

Some time ago, Han Feng devoted himself to the state of drawing the Nine Rank Runes, although the soul power he consumed had recovered, it was inevitable that he would be tired, and it would not be so easy to recover, and he needed to really relax and have high-quality rest to recover slowly.

Han Feng got up, stretched his limbs, spread his soul power and probed out, and after finding that no one was snooping, he took a strange posture and began to practice the Ten Diagram Secret Dictionary.

This is his habit, and whenever he has free time, he will practice it.

After he entered the realm of dragon descending, he was already able to hold on to the ninety-eight breaths on the first map, and he was still improving, obviously not reaching his limit yet.

In fact, when he was in the realm of the perfection of the tiger, he was able to hold on to more than seventy breaths, some time ago there were too many things, one after another, and he had no time to practice, and after reaching the realm of descending the dragon, it became more smooth, and he came down twice, and he reached this level.

Now he is cultivating this secret book again, and the time that he insists on has passed little by little, and after a while, he has reached the ninety-eight breaths, and he does not feel pain, but his whole body begins to heat up, green tendons appear, and bursts of amazing aura spread out, making the void ripple slightly.

Fortunately, he forcibly controlled it and did not completely vent it, otherwise the entire hall would have collapsed.

Before I knew it, another seven breaths had passed.

At this moment, his body suddenly began to shake, and he could no longer maintain that state, and the whole person fell to the ground, completely paralyzed, and could not stand up at all.

At that moment just now, a strange force suddenly enveloped him and pressed him down.

"It's really strange, I was so good just now, why did I suddenly have an inexplicable power coming to my body from the inside out, which caught me completely off guard, and no matter how powerful my physical body is, I can't resist it!" Han Feng muttered secretly in his heart, feeling that this secret book was extremely magical, and he really couldn't understand it, and he didn't know what the exercises were.

However, this time he got more, and his body began to have a warm current, and it was the innate qi that nourished his flesh and blood and made his muscles and bones stronger again.

Han Feng hurriedly activated the Heavenly Trick to mobilize his innate qi to impact his unexplored meridians, and wisps appeared in his body one by one.

In the past, these innate qi came and went in a hurry, but there had never been such a situation, and it almost formed a small stream-like existence, which allowed him to gain a lot, and his body cultivation improved again.

At his level, it is extremely difficult to improve at any point, it takes a lot of time to grind slowly, and the spiritual materials required are also huge, it will be as easy as him.

Of course, Han Feng also understood that it was the residual medicinal power he had accumulated in his body some time ago that was supporting his ascension this time, otherwise even if he had innate qi, it would be in vain, and it was very likely to cause damage to his foundation.

Even so, when his innate qi completely disappeared, he began to feel a wave of hunger, his stomach gurgling, and his whole body was emaciated.

He hurriedly took out a large handful of pills and took them, all of them were five or six grades, stuffed them into his mouth like no spirit stones, swallowed them in one gulp, and under the operation of the exercises, they turned into rolling medicinal power to nourish his body.

But obviously these pills were far from enough, and he could only continue to swallow them.

It wasn't until he had taken nearly half of all the remaining pills that he felt no longer hungry.

This made him scared, but fortunately there were still a lot of pills left this time, if he didn't have these, he would have to hurt him at all.

"No, I have to refine the pill, prepare for the breakthrough in the future, and leave the back hand!" Han Feng immediately made this decision in his heart.

However, Han Feng did not act recklessly, but calmed down, silently calculated, and carefully thought about what would happen in the future. At the same time, he is also waiting.

When the sun set, Ximen Holly appeared in front of him again, looking left and right with a smile on his face, looking at Han Feng's residence like his own master, but he didn't say a word, and he didn't know what medicine was being sold in her gourd.

Han Feng followed behind her helplessly, and after a long while, he coughed and asked, "Senior, I just joined the sect, don't you have anything for me?"

"Don't keep calling your seniors one by one, you have to call me Senior Sister now, understand?!" Ximen Dongqing turned around and looked at Han Feng and smiled.

"Okay, I'll call you Senior Sister. Han Feng nodded, looking at the other party with bright eyes.

"You're also a Nine Rank Heavenly Rune Master, do you still care about this little thing from the sect? Or just forget it for me, hehe!" Ximen Holly smiled.

"Since Senior Sister needs it, then give it to you, when I didn't ask. Han Feng didn't blink an eye, and immediately waved his hand and readily agreed.

"Really?"

"Seriously!"

Ximen Dongqing glanced at Han Feng seriously, suddenly smiled, and said loudly: "Teasing you, look at your serious appearance, I don't know what the sect gives you, anyway, I don't need it!"

"Could it be something related to the Fu Dao?" Han Feng rolled his eyes and immediately came to his senses.

"Of course, there you go!" Simon Holly nodded, and with a wave of his jade hand, he took out a new eight-point book from the storage ring, like a square brick, very thick.

She casually threw it to Han Feng, and then took out a pen that was a little feet long, with a burst of runes, and a wisp of runes engraved on the long pen, which surrounded and shone like a coiling dragon.

Han Feng was a little stunned, and only this talisman pen was in his eyes.