But at this time, Han Feng's soul power swept away, and he suddenly saw that among the weeds under a small tree two feet and six feet away behind him, there was a simple and dull gossip compass lying quietly, the whole body was green, almost the same color as the grass and trees, and it was only an inch in size, if you rely on the naked eye to search, it is indeed difficult to find. He can find www.biquge.info pen "Fun" pavilion, which has a lot to do with the fineness of his soul power.

Han Feng walked forward quietly, leaving the crowd, and after everyone dispersed, he silently came back, and with one arrow step, he crossed a distance of several zhang to the bottom of the small tree, bent down, and picked up the small gossip compass like lightning.

As soon as he picked up this gossip compass, it suddenly burst out with dazzling light, ignoring the mist between the mountains and forests, shining on a radius of eight or nine zhang, revealing all the monks around.

Han Feng was shocked and hurriedly put it into the space storage bag, but it was too late, and the monks around him rushed over along this piece of light, and surrounded him in an instant.

Among these monks, except for three or four who were disciples of the Sanye Sect, the remaining seventeen or eighteen were people from other sects, and they didn't say a word, they launched an attack in one go, and the swords, swords, shadows, lightning and wind blades swept towards Han Feng in unison, and there was a tendency to abolish it in one fell swoop.

Han Feng snorted slightly, and the spirit refining vajra technique in his body quickly turned, the purple light on the surface of his body skyrocketed, and the light shield appeared again and again, and in the muffled sound, he blocked all kinds of attacks from everyone one by one.

When the various colors of light dissipated, the plants and trees in a radius of dozens of feet were overturned by the fierce energy, blown into powder, debris flew sideways, and dust soared into the sky.

None of these monks who attacked belonged to the extreme, all the monks were the Tianjiao of their respective sects, their strength was limited, and they couldn't break through Han Feng's defenses at all, but they were shocked by this burst of energy and retreated repeatedly, and they withdrew twenty or thirty zhang before they stabilized their bodies, and looked at Han Feng who was uninjured with a look of surprise on their faces.

Han Feng was standing in the ruins at this moment, his body was full of purple light, his momentum was magnificent, and suddenly he kicked his feet, and the whole person rushed over like a wild beast, and in an instant, he was close to a Tianjiao of the Imperial Spirit Sect.

This Tianjiao had just gained a foothold, and suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, and then before he could react, he had a sharp pain in his abdomen, and he flew backwards like a cloud, rolling down far away, crushing many grass and trees, and banging loudly.

"Senior Brother Tian!" the other two monks of the Imperial Spirit Sect shouted, but this Senior Brother Tian was constantly coughing up blood, struggling for a while, unable to stand up for a long time, and basically lost his combat strength.

However, as soon as the two people of the Imperial Spirit Sect finished speaking, a monk on the left suddenly exclaimed, it turned out that there was a figure beside him at some point, it was Han Feng.

Han Feng stood like a knife, slashing at his chest in an instant, completely ignoring his protective true qi, and breaking through like a bamboo, hitting his chest, and in the blood splashing, he was also cut over, flying more than ten zhang away before landing again, and he also lost the strength to fight again in an instant.

The rest of the monks were frightened and retreated, not daring to stay at all, and in the blink of an eye, they scattered in all directions. Even the monks of the Sanye Gate were no exception, seeing that Han Feng was angry and mighty, they also didn't dare to come over to talk, for fear that one would be careless, annoying Han Feng and harming the pond fish.

Han Feng didn't chase either, these so-called Tianjiao were just the best of the branches, and they weren't worth his effort to deal with, as long as he deterred them. What's more, it is impossible for him to really kill them all and chase and fight hard, otherwise it will inevitably cause public anger and cause even greater trouble.

No matter how powerful Han Feng is, it is impossible for him to fight everyone on his own, and there are still many strong people in this line, and it is not something he can handle at will.

He shook his head, gathered his momentum, and lurked upwards.

As soon as he walked out of the two or three hundred zhang, he heard a burst of explosions not far from the left front, roaring, obviously scrambling for the gossip compass again.

Han Feng's eyes flickered, he walked forward quickly, and then jumped onto a big tree, through the gaps in the branches and leaves, with enough eyesight, the shadows were enough, and sure enough, he saw that dozens of feet away, there were several people fighting, and a shiny gossip compass kept jumping around on the ground and in the air, and it was never caught in his hands.

Han Feng didn't hesitate, he immediately jumped off the big tree, spread out at full speed, and rushed to the front battle group in a single breath, the purple light skyrocketed, shaking those people in one fell swoop, and he was about to reach out to grab the gossip compass that was still glowing.

"Whew......"

Suddenly, a sharp sword roar came, and then a sword flew by, the speed far exceeded the speed of sound, and in an instant, it was directly slashed on this gossip compass, and a crisp sound spread, and the gossip compass was split and flew out, submerged into the jungle, and in the muffled sound, it was completely submerged by the fallen trees, and the brilliance dissipated, and it was nowhere to be found.

Han Feng was taken aback and took a few steps back to the side, avoiding the fierce energy brought by this sword ray. He didn't go after the gossip compass, but turned around with squinted eyes and looked at a monk who came out of the jungle, this person was dressed in a white robe, his sword eyebrows were in his eyes, his eyes were blazing, there was a faint flash of light, as translucent as a star, his lips were as thin as a piece of paper, and at this moment he was holding a snow-white and translucent long sword, coldly sweeping over everyone present, his expression was indifferent and proud.

The original five monks were completely suppressed by his momentum, and their faces turned pale one by one, and they didn't dare to move a step for a while.

Han Feng's expression returned to normal, and he secretly pretended to be a fool, then ignored him and turned around to look for the gossip compass in the jungle behind.

"Are you going to help me pick someone back?!" the man in the white robe asked suddenly, his tone was flat, but it felt like a matter of course.

Han Feng didn't speak, he crossed dozens of zhang in a few steps, and went straight to the collapsed jungle, unleashed his soul power, and searched carefully, but he couldn't find it for a while, and the gossip compass seemed to have completely disappeared.

The man in the white robe sneered, raised his foot and took a step, one step was dozens of zhang, the speed was extremely fast, and he came to the ruins in a few flashes.

"Duan Jian is here, let's hurry up, that kid is still there stupidly, it will be a tragedy later!" The original few people muttered in a low voice, and left one after another, not daring to compete with this Duan Jian.

Han Feng's ears were tippy, and when he heard their discussion, his heart moved slightly, secretly thinking that this guy had something to do with Duan Tian, but he wasn't much afraid, and still looked around on his own.

"Silly boy, here you are!" Duan Jian was extremely relaxed, and after coming to this ruin, he casually lifted the fallen trees and pointed to a long, bottomless hole and smiled.