At this moment, Han Feng's body burned like a fire, and the pain was incomparable, as if thousands of long needles were pierced in his internal organs and the eight veins of the Qi Jing at the same time, making him grin in pain, and he almost fainted. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fortunately, since he cultivated the spirit refining vajra technique all the way, he has a far more patience for pain than ordinary people, and at this time, under the gritting of his teeth, this severe pain came and went quickly, and he survived in just one or two breaths.

However, after a short while, there were bursts of thunder in the sky, lightning flashed, and a lightning bolt of an inch thick slashed down.

Han Feng still didn't dodge, took a deep breath, and frantically ran the Alchemy Vajra Technique, releasing the scorching body light defense.

In the next instant, lightning fell on his body, almost instantly penetrating his defenses, rushing into his body, wantonly destroying his limbs and bones, but under the protection of Qigong, he once again survived without danger, and also benefited a lot.

Of course, after bearing it this time, Han Feng also suffered a lot of trauma, the corners of his mouth involuntarily overflowed with black blood, and at the same time, a little black dirt began to ooze from his body, which was as sticky as pasty sludge and exuded a strong smell.

Han Feng was happy in his heart, he knew that those black dirt were waste products in his body, but he had been unable to excrete the impurities that had been precipitated deep in his body by devouring spiritual materials for so long, and this time he was finally forced out with the help of thunder and lightning, which made his body much easier.

At this moment, a third, thicker bolt of lightning landed on his body again, instantly breaking through his protective light and invading his body again.

The blow came so quickly and suddenly that he barely regained his breath. He screamed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and almost collapsed to the ground.

At this moment of crisis, he immediately jumped out of the range of the mist, but the thunder and lightning fragments remaining in his body were still chaotic, even if he was suppressed by the Alchemy Vajra Technique, it also caused a lot of damage to his meridians and flesh, and his true qi was like a pot of porridge in chaos, almost collapsing.

Han Feng's limbs trembled, he gritted his teeth and insisted, he didn't fall down, and with his incomparably tenacious willpower, he survived the catastrophe.

He was in a cold sweat, his face was covered with sweat, and his eyes flashed with a strange light, which was an excited gaze, just because he sensed that the meridians in his body were actually beginning to expand, moving towards an unknown realm.

Obviously, his meridians are heading towards the thirteenth root, and once he succeeds, his qualifications will change from mortal to earthly level, achieving qualitative improvement.

Unfortunately, the meridian expansion only lasted for a short time, and then it was powerless.

Han Feng was dumbfounded, endured the old and new injuries, looked inward, and found that the thirteenth meridian had only opened up the head, and I was afraid that even a tenth of it had not been completed.

Han Feng thought for a while, and finally sat down cross-legged, took out several pills and ate them, and after using his true qi to digest the medicinal power, after more than half an hour, the injuries in his body recovered.

He closed his eyes and continued to breathe and recuperate, until he was almost fully recovered, and then stood up, without much hesitation, and rushed into the mist again, receiving one lightning bolt after another.

Temper your body with thunder, stimulate your own potential, in order to break through the bottleneck, and enter the qualifications of the local level!

Time flies, more than an hour has passed unconsciously, Han Feng is racing against time, in and out of the minefield with a desperate mentality for six rounds, receiving no less than twenty lightning bolts before and after, there is a large amount of his blood on the ground, and his body is covered with a thick layer of dirt, like a turtle shell wrapped around him, at this moment, under the slam of a lightning, completely cracked, with a snap, the pieces fell to the ground, revealing his crystal luster skin, shining, and in a moment, there was a white light transmitted out, shining in all directions.

The spirit refining vajra technique in his body was running violently and orderly, rapidly digesting the power of those thunderbolts and transforming them into pure special spiritual power, at this moment not only refining his outer skin, but also beginning to forge his flesh and blood, and the blood all over his body began to stir, flowing like a great river of the Yangtze River, becoming more and more powerful.

There was a loud "boom", and another bolt of lightning slashed down, sinking straight into his body, causing a great impact.

Han Feng coughed up blood again and again, and had to temporarily withdraw from the minefield, take a deep breath, and it took a while to digest the lightning fragments remaining in his body.

He then took out a few healing pills and took them, and after thoroughly refining the medicinal power, he only recovered a little.

Han Feng's eyes flashed, looking at the fog area, his body moved slightly, and he was about to step into the minefield again when a slight sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind him.

Han Feng was a little surprised, turned around, looked up into the distance, and showed his soul power, sweeping hundreds of zhang ahead.

Long Yulan of the Feather Immortal Sect led a group of people up, obviously he also discovered Han Feng's existence, far away, so he smiled and said, "Hehe, it turned out to be Han Daoyou." ”

Han Feng smiled faintly, but did not speak, and of course he did not deliberately dodge, after all, they had already appeared, and it was too late to hide at the moment.

The other party and his party quickly walked up, and the senior disciple who had had a holiday with Han Feng before glanced at him coldly, and said coldly: "Boy, I have been here for so long in advance, I must have gained a lot, do you have to hand it over when you see me and other monks of the upper sect!"

When Han Feng heard this, he looked at a few of them quietly, and found that they were all old gods, and even Long Yulan had no intention of stopping this junior disciple.

He nodded, and said with a smile: "The harvest is naturally there, although you can come and get it, I'm afraid you don't have this ability!"

"What are you talking about?!" This junior disciple was furious, stretched out his hand and pointed at Han Feng and scolded: "What a big boldness, do you know what the result will be if you offend our Shangzong monk?!"

Han Feng was unmoved, standing in place with a smile on his face, silent, as if he didn't take them seriously at all.

The junior brother was furious, with a flash of inspiration in his hand, he took out the turquoise jade ruler, suddenly rushed out more than ten zhang, and waved the jade ruler forward, the green mangs soared, like a river bursting its embankment, dozens of turquoise wolves instantly transformed out, roaring and rushing towards Han Feng.

Han Feng did not underestimate the other party's blow, but he did not take out the broken sword to meet the enemy, but simply pinched the fist print, dancing like a hot wheel, one after another snowy fist shadows flew out, and in the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of dozens of zhang and collided violently with the wolves.

Suddenly, the flying sand and rocks, buzzing, a chaotic range of thirty or forty zhang, can be said to cover the sky and the sun, a piece of grinding disc-sized stones were swept into the air by the air waves, burst into pieces, shot in all directions, brought out a red cloud road, and a sharp sound came and went.