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I don't know how long it took, he traveled another three or four hundred miles, but the three scorching suns in the sky were still shining in the sky, and it seemed that he had not moved at all, as if there was no day or night here.

After running for four or five hundred miles in a row, even if he was physically strong, he was a little unbearable under such a scorching heat, so he adjusted his direction slightly, walked quickly to a sand dune, hid in the shadow it cast slightly, meditated and breathed, recovered his strength, and rested for a while.

Han Feng silently used the Heavenly Dragon Imperial Qi Technique, exhaled the aura, and soon his body cooled down, and he felt comfortable for a while.

He looked inside his body and found that the three new meridians had been completely stabilized, and the rolling true qi was flowing by itself, forming a huge circulation system with the other six meridians together with the dantian, constantly refining the surging aura from the outside world, silently expanding the scope of the lake of the dantian true qi, and now his dantian lake is still just a small lake with a radius of hundreds of zhang, and when it exceeds a thousand zhang, it can be called the sea of true qi, but with its qualifications, it must also reach the realm of consummation of the qi reservoir.

He turned his gaze to the blue spear the size of a toothpick, and found that its color had become darker, and it seemed that after this period of recuperation, especially after receiving the vitality nourishment of the Seven Star Chrysanthemum, it had substantially improved.

"Hey, it's a pity that it's a bit chicken!" Han Feng had to sigh silently in his heart, after all, this spear was Qiu Tianyi's unique weapon, and if it was seen by his fellow disciples, it would inevitably bring unnecessary trouble. In addition, this spear belongs to the Yuan Weapon level weapon, it is the natal thing of the master of the Guiyuan Realm, it can be reduced and stored in the dantian for warmth, and the power is extremely great, and he can't completely and truly control it as a monk of the Qi Reservoir Realm, even if he successfully refines it with the help of the remnant talisman, but once it is used, with the quality and quantity of his current true qi, it is estimated that it can only support a few breaths of time, and the power may not be as great as his own golden fist shadow.

In fact, like the spear that Luo maintained in the Black Demon Gate is also his natal thing, but it is not a yuan weapon, only after he is promoted to the Guiyuan realm, the natal weapon that has been cultivated is called a yuan weapon, and his spear can only be regarded as an embryo of the yuan weapon at best, but because it is most compatible with his exercises, it can also exert a much more powerful power than ordinary runes. In fact, this method of cultivating weapons with the monk's own exercises can also be regarded as a refining method in the cultivation realm, but the output is very low, but it is the mainstream. This knowledge was also told to Han Feng by Murong Cang back then, otherwise he would not know, after all, he only consulted some books on drawing talismans, qi training, and body refining in the library on the second floor of Zhuzi Building, and it was impossible to cover everything.

Thinking of this, he slowly opened his eyes and said to himself, "I wonder if this guy Murong Cang has come in?"

Then, he smiled dumbly, secretly thinking that Murong Cang was so cautious and timid, even if the head of the sect ordered him to come in, it was estimated that he would find a relationship to get rid of.

Maybe his sister Murong Xue will come in!

Han Feng thought about it sideways, and Murong Xue's beautiful appearance and figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

He suddenly smiled, shook his head, put these distracting thoughts behind, and slowly took out the space storage bag containing the seven-star chrysanthemum sapling from his arms, opened it and saw that the seven-star chrysanthemum sapling inside was still as white as ever, and a small protrusion appeared in the location of the seven-star chrysanthemum that he had picked before, and it seemed that there was a second spring.

He was naturally happy, and he didn't dare to open it for too long, lest the aroma overflow and cause unnecessary trouble.

Then he rested for a little more incense, and then set out again, heading for the end of the desert.

Time passed little by little, Han Feng walked alone, stopped and walked, and walked for another four or five hundred miles, encountering several waves of monks on the way, and his cultivation was naturally in the realm of Qi Perfection, but he didn't dare to provoke Han Feng, and seemed to be shocked by his speed and the golden light emitted from the outside.

Han Feng didn't take the initiative to rob either, anyway, the general elixir was of no use to him, and the big medicine was almost invisible in this barren desert, and he didn't want to waste this energy and time, not to mention that the disciples who could be selected to enter this place must have some means to save their lives, and it was not so easy to kill, maybe one of them would be bitten back, otherwise the various sects and factions would not rashly let the disciples come in and send them to death.

However, the strange thing is that some figures began to appear one after another around his direction, and it seemed that many people had rushed here in advance, presumably thinking of getting out of this desert as soon as possible so as to find a great medicine.

At this moment, Han Feng suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed, and he looked sideways to the left, where there were several sand dunes blocking his view, but it did not prevent his soul power from peering over.

On the other side of the sand dune, at this moment, there were several talisman masters of the Shamrock Sect fighting with the seven or eight disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect, shouting constantly.

After all, the talisman master is weak, after a few fights, a few of them only have the power to parry, and there is no counterattack, they form a group, resist the opponent's offensive with all kinds of defensive talismans, and are completely at a disadvantage, I believe it will not last long.

Although most of the seven or eight people of the Imperial Spirit Sect are also soul masters, they are warlocks who are good at fighting, and together with the spells, they can use the soul power to condense the aura and perform many spell attacks, although each spell is not as powerful as the talisman to urge it, but the victory is fast and large, and it can often defeat the talisman master in the battle.

Back then, Han Feng had also seen an introduction to spells in the Library Pavilion, but he knew the truth that eating too much could not be chewed, so he was not distracted from practicing spells, and the three-leaf gate had very few spell formulas, which was difficult to practice systematically, and practicing them would only increase the burden. However, at that time, the book had specifically introduced the name of the magic of the Imperial Spirit Sect, which can be described as varied, all strange, extremely powerful, cultivated to the depths, it is reported that it can also have the tendency of overwhelming mountains and seas, turning the world upside down, and they have a heritage, into a system, the Imperial Spirit Sect is a sect that started with magic, of course, now it is a hundred flowers blooming, everything is owned, but it is still based on magic as the foundation of the sect.

Han Feng's eyes flashed, without much hesitation, his body immediately moved, and he quickly crossed the sand dunes, and without making a sound, he directly rushed to the rear of the Imperial Spirit Sect, and suddenly blasted out dozens of golden fist shadows, like a golden wave, roaring towards the group of people who attacked the Imperial Spirit Sect.