Han Fan meditated and practiced a little, and his strength had recovered to the peak, Han Fan got up and looked at it, and chose a direction to move forward at random.

The purple weeds emit a lilac mist, but this mist is extremely light, and the weeds already glow purple, so it is difficult to notice.

A faint mist seeped into Han Fan's mouth and nose, and Han Fan continued to move forward without noticing anything unusual.

The sky in this small world is full of stars, echoing the points of light on the weeds on the ground, whether in the sky or underground, there are points of light flickering, incomparably brilliant.

I don't know how long it has been, the purple grassland is still endless and there is no end in sight, Han Fan will inevitably be a little anxious, he gradually increased his speed, and the emerald green figure rushed on the grassland.

As the night faded away, the eastern sunrise lit up the horizon in the distance, and the stars faded away, and as the sun rose, a vibrant and vigorous light scattered over the purple grassland.

In the daylight, the purple weeds reflected a dazzling light, and the whole grassland was lit up, and the purple mist rose in the air, mixing with the clouds on the horizon, and the white clouds became lilac.

Han Fan stood in place, looking at this soul-shaking beauty, and all the anxiety of the night turned into smoke.

Packing up his mood, Han Fan moved forward again, this time no longer in a hurry, walking slowly, humming a song as he walked, this kind of scenery could not be seen in the previous life.

Soon, Han Fan walked out of the grassland and came to the bottom of a mountain, the mountain was as blue as the sky, there was a village under the mountain, the houses in the village were all made of cyan wood, Han Fan seemed to have come to a colorful world, everything was very fresh.

When Han Fan came to the village, what was surprising was that he didn't have a little vigilance, so he walked into the village so straight, and he didn't think about how there could be a village in the small world.

The houses in the village are quite spaced apart, and some children in their early teens are sitting and practicing in the open space, Han Fan felt slightly, these children are all cultivators of the first realm, the highest is the peak of the first realm, and the strange thing is that the people are all light red hair.

The man who instructed the children in cultivation was a man who was about the age of fate, the man's red hair was extremely long, tied with an emerald green willow branch, Han Fen could detect the red man's vast aura fluctuations, so he didn't release his divine sense at all, which was very rude. Seeing Han Fan coming, the red-haired man looked up.

"Hello senior. Han Fan saluted respectfully.

"Are you an outsider?" the red-haired man asked.

"Yes. Han Fan responded.

"Without the strength of the Six Realms, you can't get out of here, so let's stay here now. The red-haired man said lightly, his eyes no longer looking at Han Fan, staring at those cultivators.

"Six realms? Han Fan lived in such a daze, and the villagers led Han Fan to his house, and Han Fan found that the people in the village were all monks, for example, the one who led the way at this time was actually the cultivation of the early stage of the Three Realms.

The walls, tables, chairs, and floors in the room are all shades of cyan, giving it a refreshing feel.

After Han Fan cleaned up briefly, he went out and came to the red-haired man's side.

"Senior, why is it ...... here? The color is so strange?" Han Fan asked respectfully.

"Isn't that what it looks like?" the red-haired man asked rhetorically.

"You're a local resident here?"

"Hmm. ”

"Then how do you know that this is a small world? You can only go out if you reach the Six Realms?"

"Hmm, do you suspect that I am lying to you?" the red-haired man glanced at Han Fan, his momentum slightly relaxed.

"Don't dare. Han Fan gave up his hand and didn't ask any more, there are strange things everywhere here, since you can't get out for the time being, let's explore it slowly by yourself.

Han Fan stood with the red-haired man for a while, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of anything wrong.

Han Fan decided to go out for a walk, there is a village under the mountain, and if you go back, you will reach the purple grassland, so you can go over the mountain and take a look, maybe there will be some clues.

Every time Han Fan used the power of words here, he felt a little sluggish, and he put this into the suppression of the small world.

After crossing the mountain, a blue forest appeared with no end in sight, and the trees here were strange, the trunks and leaves were uniformly blue, and the leaves rustled when the wind blew from time to time.

"It's a colorful world. Han Fan sighed with emotion and walked into the cyan forest.

The moment Han Fan entered the forest, the village below the mountain began to become transparent, until it finally disappeared completely.

There were all kinds of strange cries in the forest, and Han Fan listened intently, but Leng couldn't tell what kind of species it was.

After entering the forest, a number of brightly colored plants appeared one after another, including two pale pink flowers blooming from the bud, and green bone with petals like needles.

Han Fan has read the record of strange beasts, and the record of different grass has not had time to look through his memory, there is a saying that the book is hated less when it is used, and this is not true at all.

Han Fan didn't care so much, when he saw a strangely growing plant, he first cautiously tried to make sure that there was no danger and even uprooted it into his own bag.

When Han Fan was picking a royal blue mille-feuille, his eyebrows and eyes were beating violently, Han Fan didn't want to, the power of words gathered under his feet, and he leaned back and retreated.

A red light streaked across Han Fan's previous location, and Han Fan observed intently, it was a blood-red mosquito, the size of a fingernail, and the most frightening thing was the sharp tube with the length of his index finger.

Han Fan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, if he was stabbed, something would definitely happen.

In this case, Han Fan did not dare to retain his strength, and the power of the emerald green words converged into a sharp thorn and rushed towards the red mosquito.

The speed of the red mosquito was extremely fast, and it was easy to dodge, and Han Fan continued to control the power of the text to attack, and there was a stalemate for a while.

The most frightening thing is that the red mosquito hid for a while, it seemed that because of some fatigue, the speed dropped slightly, Han Fan secretly said that he had a good opportunity, and was about to defeat the enemy with one move, only to see the mosquito coming straight towards him.

Han Fan hurriedly gathered the power of words again to permeate his body, and the cold light came out of the sheath, and the sword light swept through.

As expected, he was dodged, and the red mosquito approached, pouting and pouting the sharp pipe, Han Fan predicted the direction of the mosquito's attack, and condensed most of the text power in its location.

The sharp tube collided with the power of the words, the red mosquito was in pain, and it flew away without looking back, and Han Fan couldn't do anything about it, and he couldn't catch up with it.

When the mosquito flew away, Han Fan hurriedly checked the lower abdomen of the sting, a small blood hole was vivid, and the blood was still oozing, Han Fan observed, and the color of the blood turned cyan, he was a little upset, he had long expected that it must be poisonous, but he was still stung.

Han Fan observed his spirit robe, the small hole that was broken was a little shocking, what a strong attack it was, it could penetrate the word power of the golden qualification and the spirit level robe.

A sense of powerlessness gradually hit, and Han Fan hurriedly ran cross-legged Jun Yujue.

To tell the truth, Han Fan is really equivalent to Xiaobai in the cultivation realm, he doesn't understand alchemy, herbs, foreign treasures, or anything, and now he doesn't know what to do if he is poisoned, and he doesn't have anything like an antidote pill on his body.

Han Fen was thinking crankily while running the Jun Yu Jue, but he was restless, and the Jun Yu Jue could not run smoothly, and the feeling of powerlessness intensified, Han Fen was tough enough to let his brain empty and run the magic trick.

At this time, you can only rely on Jun Yujue.

Fortunately, Jun Yujue was worthy of being the main cultivation method in the ground-level method, and Han Fan could clearly feel that feeling of powerlessness slowly retreating.

Two hours later, Han Fan completely recovered.

Standing up again, Han Fan began to think about how to deal with it, what if he encountered the red mosquito again?

Han Fan simply stopped moving forward, sat on the ground and began to think.

The first thing that can be determined is that the power of words is harmful to the red mosquito, the question is how to hit it, and how to ensure that it does not escape after being killed.

Speaking of which, it is necessary to elaborate on the power of Confucianism's writing, the power of writing is similar to the aura in the dantian of Taoist monks, but the two are also different, why sword cultivation should be classified in Taoism, there is also a certain reason.

The first is the weapon, the quality of the weapon in addition to the hardness of its material, there is also the transmission efficiency of the spiritual power, if you use five spiritual power to gather into the sword body, the mortal weapon can only transmit one spiritual power, and the spiritual weapon can conduct three spiritual power.

And the power of words cannot be transmitted because of its particularity, that is to say, Han Fan's previous act of condensing the power of words on the body of the sword was simply to wrap a layer of something similar to the outer shell of the sword, and after the power of the word power was finished, the outer shell disappeared, and then Han Mang made a second attack.

If the power of the spiritual weapon after the spiritual power transmission is five, the power of Han Fan's behavior is only two, and the weapon after the spiritual power transmission has several times or even dozens of times more power than before, while Han Fan's method is just a simple one plus one, and the power is only two.

It's just that the power of the Confucian characters with golden qualifications is too terrifying, and the power of this master's family is more than ten times more than ten times that of the master's family.

Thinking of this, Han Fen only used the power of words to gather his big sword and slash at a giant tree, and when he got closer, it suddenly turned into a needle-like piercing giant tree, and the needle that penetrated turned into a thin thread to wrap around the giant tree.

"Boom!" the giant tree was cut off by the waist.

The power of words does not have a fixed shape, so it is also necessary to grasp its ever-changing characteristics in the application.

Han Fan began to think about it in the long run, and he could continue to play like that with the power of words in his previous words, but now he really has to carefully consider his future development direction.

First of all, practicing swords is something that I have always longed for, but there is no weapon of spiritual conduction, even if it is an immortal weapon, it can only be made of hard and sharp material, if you blindly wrap the weapon with the power of words, you will definitely suffer in the future.

Han Fan was suddenly a little confused, this conflicted with the path he wanted to take at the beginning, he didn't want to abandon the sword in his hand, but if he continued like this, it was obviously a self-defeating road.

The most important thing is that without the transmission of spiritual energy, the imperial sword that Han Fan longed for would not be possible at all.

Not only the imperial sword, but also the sword qi that was formed through the transmission of spiritual power could not be realized.

What he can't figure out, Han Fan has never blindly entangled, and the optimistic spirit engraved in his bones has never made Han Fan always entangled in anything.

The most important thing now is to continue to master the power of words and develop more ways to use them.

There was indeed some sacrifice before, and Han Fan decided to put his sword immortal dream aside first.