During this period, Han Fan squinted his eyes to observe the situation in the outside world, and found that the two old men no longer kept their eyes on Han Fan after the previous shock, and occasionally glanced at it once or twice, after all, it was right under their noses.

Han Fan's cultivation lasted for three days and three nights, and it was not until the early morning of the fourth day that Han Fan opened his eyes and got up, during which the white-bearded old man was very worried about Han Fan's condition, and from time to time he checked Han Fan's body, and only breathed a sigh of relief after finding that he was safe and sound, and those young disciples all left one after another after a day, mainly because they had to be distracted at any time to resist the negative emotions brought by the spatial energy.

The young man who was previously located closest to the high platform in the space area discovered Han Fan's existence when he left, and he originally had some strength to spare, but he had already come back four or five times, and the strengthening of the spatial energy for the body had been completed, so he was ready to leave, but he inadvertently saw Han Fan, who was much higher than him, and he became a little competitive for a while.

The young man's steps that he was about to leave turned forward, he walked steadily in front of Han Fan, the bruised tendons on his forehead indicated that this behavior was not as easy as it seemed, the young man first bowed slightly towards the white-bearded old man, and then looked at Han Fan, slowly sat down next to him, and began to concentrate on dealing with negative emotions.

After holding on for two hours, the boy reasoned and told him that he had reached his limit, and if he continued, the gain would outweigh the loss, so he got up and left, turned and walked out of the space area. The boy didn't leave, he waited quietly not far from the space area.

Han Fan walked out of the space area, his face was hard to hide his happiness, after the strengthening of spatial energy, his physical strength can be said to have risen several notches in a row, Han Fan is now in the early stage of the Three Realms, his physical strength is already equivalent to the physical strength of the Second Realm body cultivation, and the body's normal self-healing ability, agility, and nerve response have been greatly improved.

Not only that, what benefited Han Fan the most should be the strengthening of the body's veins and dantian, he had already cultivated the Jun Yu Jue to nourish his body, and now with the help of spatial energy, the organs and functions of the body, including the five internal organs, have been significantly improved.

This statement may seem to make people feel that it is nothing more than that, the cultivation of the three realms has the physical strength of the two realms, but how can the physical cultivation of Buddhism be compared with the ordinary monks, the physical strength of a Buddhist two-realm physical cultivation is equivalent to the physical strength of other monks of the four realms, and the reason why the three major sects in the four realms can have a place in the Buddhist physical cultivation is not just talking.

A young man walked towards him, Han Fan looked at it, a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it, the constant repetition of the Silence Secret for four days had made Han Fun a little numb, and his mind was full of the content of the Silence Formula, those nerds in the previous life, I am afraid that this is how it came.

Han Fan was distracted by the sound of fighting, and looked at the place where the crowd gathered not far away, they didn't have the strength to challenge the disciples to win, so they could only wait, and when the people inside came out, there was a vacant position, and there was also their chance, but this group of people had no organization and no one to take the lead in formulating the rules, and as for who could replace the vacant position, they could only rely on their fists to speak, and every time they fought a melee, and those who unfortunately died in the melee died like that. The white-bearded old man will not interfere, he does not have that obligation, the rules of the cultivation world are natural selection, the survival of the fittest.

"Hello brother, I'm under the white ink. Han Fan came back to his senses and looked at the young man who was standing a meter away from him, clasping his fists and saying. Looking at the beautiful young man in front of him up close, Han Fan finally remembered that it was the young man who had been at the front of the spatial area before.

Han Fan observed the young man, he didn't carry any weapons on his body, so it was difficult to identify the sect, Han Fan also hugged his fists and saluted back: "Fortunately, I will be lucky, in Xia Han Fan, I don't know what advice Brother Bai has?"

"I just want to make friends with Brother Han, and it is also beneficial for me to have a friend like Brother Han with an extraordinary heart, and to always find out my shortcomings. Bai Mo said straight to the point.

"I see, Brother Bai is also a frank person, one more friend and one more way out, I am naturally happy. Han said with a smile.

"That's very good, where is Brother Han going next?" Bai Mo asked.

"I just came to Dongzhou to train, and there is no clear destination. Han Fan said.

"In that case, it's better to follow me to Wind Sword City, where there are also many masters, Han Fan will definitely make this trip worthwhile. Bai Mo said.

"It's fine. Han Fan responded.

The white-bearded old man looked at the backs of Han Fan and Bai Mo leaving together, thoughtfully.

The two of them also talked a lot about things on the way, and Han Fan knew that Bai Mo was originally from Confucianism like him, and Bai Mo was the inner disciple of Qiming Academy in Dongzhou Wind Sword City, and there were closed disciples above the inner disciples, and the inner disciples were already equivalent to the elite in the academy.

When Bai Mo heard about Han Fan's origin, a trace of discoloration crossed his eyes, and then he was well disguised, he originally thought that the young man who could have such a heart must be a genius monk from the Great Continent faction, but he never thought that it was actually from the place where the bird in Beizhou didn't, Bai Mo said that he was not disappointed, it must be fake, but he concealed his emotions very well, and his heart was already beyond his peers, not to say how good his personality was, just because he could endure it.

The two traveled through different towns and cities, and Han Fan condensed the mantra of the word "attack" as soon as he had time on the road, and with the foundation of the mantra of the word "royal", the mantra of the word "attack" was relatively easy.

It is worth mentioning that during this period, Han Fan encountered three or five robbers outside the city, all of whom were cultivators in the early stage of the Three Realms, Han Fen had to change into a spiritual robe and pull out the cold mangs to meet the enemy, somehow, Bai Mo happened to be absent, Han Fan sacrificed the "royal" word trick to meet the enemy, and finally killed three people with his outstanding defense, and then Bai Mo arrived and killed the remaining two robbers.

When Bai Mo saw the green word "Yu" in Han Fan's hand, his pupils contracted suddenly, except for Beizhou, there were only three Confucian disciples left, who didn't know the true words of Confucianism? That was the natal cultivation technique of Confucianism, and that was the foundation for laying the strongest comprehensive strength of Confucianism in the same realm.

Bai Mo lowered his head and tried to hide the jealousy that was about to explode in his eyes, then raised his head, wiped away the blood splashed on his face with a smile, and said, "Brother Han, you can hide it from me. ”

"Huh?" Han Fan wondered, "What does Brother Bai mean? I didn't hide anything from you." ”

"Brother Han used the method of truth just now! This is obviously a technique that only the closed disciples of the Confucianism in the Three Continents of Beizhou will teach, Brother Han, you are not a disciple of Beizhou at all, that garbage place, how can there be such a talented person as Brother Han. Bai Mo talked eloquently.

Han Fan frowned, Bai Mo's words made him feel very strange, after this period of time together, he had already regarded Bai Mo as a friend, and in Han Fan's opinion, Bai Mo was a very knowledgeable and thoughtful person, I didn't expect this kind of thing to come out of his mouth.

"I can completely understand Brother Han's approach, after all, it is best to walk the rivers and lakes and keep a low profile. Bai Mo saw Han Fan frowning, thinking that he had analyzed his origin and made him a little uncomfortable, so he explained.

"I am indeed from Beizhou, and as for the method of mantra, it was taught to me by a senior. Han Fanquan didn't hear Bai Mo's evaluation of Beizhou.

"Hahaha...... Heroes don't ask where they come from. Bai Mo said, but in his heart he warned himself to lower his pressure a little more, and he must not speak according to his true thoughts just now.