Han Feng was surprised, but as soon as he rolled his eyes, he understood, obviously someone outside had begun to break the invisible barrier. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After this period of speculation, Han Feng also probably knew that this layer of diaphragm was most likely the prohibition left over from the Sword Cloud Villa in the ancient period, firstly, to protect these elixirs and prevent the disciples from stealing them, and secondly, to gather spiritual energy and provide sufficient nourishment for these spiritual materials.

Just as Han Feng was thinking, there was another explosion in the distance, and then it was completely depressed, as if the invisible barrier had been broken again.

Han Feng was slightly startled, he didn't think much about it, and hurried to the depths, he had to search for spiritual materials as soon as possible, and then run away.

In the next time, Han Feng's soul power was greatly opened, and he barely opened the range of three and a half sheets, although a lot of elixirs had been picked here, but in a stick of incense, he still harvested three Tianlan fragrant fruits.

He was nearly half a mile deep again, and suddenly a blue lake appeared in front of him, the size of an acre, he released his soul power and swept away, gasping, what was in this lake was not water, but the liquid formed by the condensation of spiritual energy.

Ilocas!

This is a priceless treasure, and more importantly, there are fourteen or fifteen willow trees growing around the small lake, all of them are golden, and the willow leaves are also like golden leaves, swaying slightly, the spiritual light is shining, and the spiritual pressure spreads out, and the vultures condense into an invisible barrier, supporting the mist in the sky.

Han Feng was shocked in his heart, he didn't care about what to think, he spread his legs and rushed towards the lake, but when he reached the shore, the wicker flew and whipped like a whip, bringing up a sharp golden light and shadow, like a light sword.

Han Feng hurriedly dodged, dodging the pinch attack of seven or eight wickers in the middle of the moment, and they hit the ground, leaving deep dents and circles of smoke and dust.

After these wickers failed to strike, they bounced up again, stabbing straight like a sharp sword, the speed was extremely fast, in the blink of an eye, Han Feng hurriedly took out the broken sword square, although he blocked their attack, he was also shocked out, seeing that they could continue to stab, he hurriedly slashed with his horizontal sword, and immediately cut off several end branches. But at this moment, more wicker came from behind, and after grabbing those few pieces of wicker, he quickly retreated into the mist, and only then did he escape.

Those willow branches seemed to be as long as they could only spread to the edge of the mist, and as soon as Han Feng retreated into the mist, the other party suddenly retracted it.

Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief, after the rough two rounds of fighting just now, the strength of each blow of those wickers was not less than that in the middle stage of refining, seven or eight roots, even if he was physically successful and powerful, it was difficult to resist.

Moreover, he raised his hand and carefully looked at the few pieces of willow, and he didn't see what kind of spiritual things these golden willow trees were, they seemed to be extremely tough, with the sharpness of the broken sword, under the repeated slashes just now, his wrists were shocked and hurt.

"Good thing!" Han Feng put these pieces of wicker into the storage ring, and was about to rush into it again, but there was a sudden fluctuation not far away, although it was slight, but he keenly caught it, and immediately pressed the action, silently following the fluctuation.

After a while, he felt there, and through the mist, he heard the sound of crackling inside the lake of spiritual liquid, and it was obvious that a fierce battle was taking place.

After about half a pillar of incense, a miserable scream was suddenly heard inside, and then there was a loud bang, the qi wave fluctuated greatly, and a spiritual pressure rushed towards Han Feng's direction, and a figure rushed out in an instant.

Han Feng staggered, he could avoid the other party's collision, and his soul power was put down, only to see that this person was shrouded in colorful glory, and he couldn't see his face and clothes clearly, and in the next moment, this person was already far away, out of the range of his soul power, and then there was a thunderous sonic boom in the distance.

He was secretly surprised, the speed of this person just now obviously exceeded the speed of sound, and it didn't look like it was prompted by the talisman, because there was no fluctuation of the talisman, and he didn't know what kind of exercise was used.

He shook his head, thought no more, and walked through the fog again, with a look of horror on his face.

At this moment, a golden willow tree on the edge of the Ichor Lake was knocked over, revealing its roots like a mess, and at the same time, a deep sword mark was left on the trunk of the tree, about six or seven feet long, and it slanted down, almost cutting it in two. Strangely, the willow tree is slowly moving, slowly straightening its posture, and it seems that it can regain its roots and regain its life.

Han Feng's mind suddenly became hot, and he immediately rushed forward, wanting to take the opportunity to rush into the lake of spiritual liquid.

But when he rushed to the other side, there were still five or six feet away from the other party, and the golden willow horses on both sides of it stretched out their golden branches and flew stabbing at them, dozens of them, and the force was infinite, so that he was too busy to deal with them, and he could not take a step for a while.

"Hmph!" Han Feng was suddenly hit in the left leg by a wicker, and immediately snorted, but fortunately, he danced the broken sword in time, bursting out of the sky, stopping the rest of the wicker, and then withdrawing and retreating, avoiding the crisis of being bound. Immediately, he wiped it from his arms, took out a four-grade rune record red flame talisman, and after urging it, a sea of fire descended, enveloping the radius of dozens of zhang in front of him, blazing so hot that the air crackled.

However, in the next moment, all the willow trees suddenly rose brightly, connecting with each other, forming a light shield that cut off the sea of fire, and everything was unscathed.

Han Feng's eyes flashed, and he was about to use the five-grade talisman, when at this moment, there was a wave of fluctuations behind him.

Suddenly, several people rushed in from outside, three men and two women, all of them were very young, and they were in their early twenties, the men were dressed in red brocade clothes, but one of them was pale and had blood stains on his shoulders. The two girls were dressed in different ways, one was wearing a fiery red dress, swaying, and there was a sense of charm between them. The other was wearing a light green robe, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but his expression was cold, and he was staring at Han Feng coldly at this moment.

"Who are you!" the pale horse-faced young man shouted at Han Feng.

Han Feng naturally ignored him, flashed his head to the side without looking back, and was about to leave this place.

"Look for death!" This time it was the woman in the fiery red dress who scolded angrily, only to see her take out a fiery red whip, and with a random shake, a blazing flame rushed towards Han Feng without warning.

Han Feng was slightly startled, but his face was as usual, he turned around, and with a turn of his wrist, the broken sword in his hand split out a piece of sword, like a layer of light curtain, intercepting the flames cast by the other party, and the two were held in mid-air, banging chaotically.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!" The woman took a step forward suddenly, and she didn't see how she moved, and rushed to Han Feng's side in an instant, the long whip in her hand straightened, like a spear stabbed at the sword curtain laid by Han Feng, which immediately made his sword curtain collapse and dissipate into a little residual light.