Time flies, and before you know it, it has been twenty-one days since Han Feng became an apprentice in the Northern Spirit Rune Palace. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After this period of hard work, his Qi palm was finally practiced, and he successfully hit a palm yesterday, and the power directly left a shallow mark on the wall of the practice room, and drove the entire practice room to shake, but it was restored in a moment, but it was also very remarkable, you must know that all the walls in this stone house are blessed by the formation, and it cannot be broken without the power of ten thousand catties, he can shake, not to mention that this palm also has the power of five or six thousand catties.

On this morning, after Han Feng finished his pranayama, he came to the talisman room again.

After this period of boiling, he is more aware of all kinds of spiritual power changes, and the control of techniques and strength is also more mature, his production rate has been fully increased to fifty percent, and there are nearly 100 copper-colored rune papers and hundreds of boxes of rune ink stored in his rest room, but the spiritual materials in his hand are only about one-third left, and he can only wait for next month to hand in the rune paper and rune ink to receive another batch.

After pondering for a while, Han Feng began to boil it.

This time he seems to be in good shape, with a fluent flow of techniques, fast and steady.

Not long after, the lid of the first furnace was opened, and a flash of silver light suddenly burst out, and the spiritual light was so grand that the remnants of Han Feng's hidden talismans in the soul sea loomed out, and it seemed that he was also alarmed.

Han Feng was shocked, during this period of time, he had spent a lot of time summoning that remnant talisman, but let him try his best, the other party would not appear, so that his idea of trying to spy on its secrets was completely bankrupt, but he didn't expect the other party to react this time.

Han Feng looked into the furnace with great curiosity, and there was a silver rune paper floating on the clear water, as well as two copper rune papers.

"It's turned out to be a piece of silver rune paper!" Han Feng exclaimed.

The silver rune paper is higher than the copper rune paper, and the production rate is very low, but it is extremely important for the rune master, which can improve the success rate of their drawing runes, which is several times better than the copper rune paper, if there is a large handful of silver rune paper for the rune master to squander, their skills in drawing runes will also improve rapidly, after all, the more successful they are, the more successful they will be, this is a kind of potential!

Han Feng immediately threw away his distracting thoughts, quickly reached out and scooped up the rune paper, carefully put it into the long wooden box that had been prepared in the morning, and then continued to boil the rune ink with this furnace of spiritual water.

I don't know if it was because of the appearance of the silver rune paper, which absorbed a large amount of spiritual power from the previous spiritual materials, and the rune ink condensed by this furnace of spiritual water was actually less than half, and it was only filled with a jade stone box.

Han Feng was overjoyed, sat down cross-legged on the spot and meditated, silently operating the unique soul nourishing formula of the Spirit Rune Palace, and gradually recovering his almost depleted soul power.

It wasn't until noon that he recovered, and after eating the lunch sent by the miscellaneous disciples, without saying a word, he turned on the furnace again, as if he wanted to take advantage of the good fortune of the day to boil more silver talismans.

It's a pity that it backfired, and he only produced four copper-colored rune papers in this furnace, which was slightly inferior to the five pieces some time ago.

"Hey, it really can't be forced. Han Feng sneered, then stopped trying, and went back to the room to meditate to recover the soul power that had been consumed again.

In the next seven or eight days, Han Feng continued to boil rune paper as always, but he failed to make any breakthroughs, one furnace a day, the production rate was stable at fifty percent, and there was no silver rune paper.

Time passed quickly, a month expired, Han Feng got up early in the morning, and after finishing the practice, he rushed to the Wanzhi Building with a cloth bag containing more than 130 pieces of copper-colored rune paper and more than 130 boxes of rune ink.

Ten thousand paper building is located in the northwest corner of the spirit rune hall, up to more than ten zhang, but covers an area of more than ten acres, the whole body is golden and bright, like a golden bowl. When Han Feng arrived here, a large number of apprentices had already gathered outside, and they had all come to hand in the rune paper and rune ink, and at this moment, there were six long queues waiting to enter the Wanzhi Building.

Han Feng behaved very low-key, silently walking to a long line on the left and waiting.

"Senior Brother Han, you're here too. Suddenly, Mu Ziya's voice sounded in front of the team.

Han Feng raised his eyes and saw that Mu Ziya was in the position of the first three or four people in front, waving his hand at him.

"Good morning, Senior Brother Mu. Han Feng hurriedly clenched his fists and saluted.

"I didn't expect you to come here in the first month, it seems that you have successfully boiled out the rune paper, there are a lot of them in the bag, how many sheets have been boiled out?" Mu Ziya smiled slightly, glanced at the cloth bag he was carrying in his hand, and asked casually.

Han Feng didn't know how to answer for a while, and when he was about to speak, he was rushed by a person behind Mu Ziya and said: "It turned out to be a newcomer, after a month, it would be good to have three or five successes, how many more, I'm afraid that the bag is filled with scrap, you must know that even if it is scrap, you have to bring it back and return it to the sect, and only allow a dissolution rate of five percent, otherwise it will be investigated." ”

"That's it, I think I'm Bai Caixiu's talent, and I only made eighteen rune papers and nineteen boxes of rune ink in the first month, this little brother doesn't look at his qualifications, and it's very good to have three or five pieces of production, hehe. A young man with clear eyebrows who stood in the second position in front of Han Feng continued.

"It turns out that Senior Brother Mu, you are a genius, after six months of practice, you can now increase the production rate to three percent?"

"Hehe, you'll find out later. Bai Muxiu raised his eyebrows and said confidently.

"Haha, then I'll just wait and see. The corners of the big man's eyes shrank slightly, and he turned to laugh.

When Han Feng heard their unscrupulous words, he smiled a little bitterly, and it was even more difficult to answer.

When everyone saw his expression, they thought that his performance was probably worse. Mu Ziya hurriedly comforted: "Senior Brother Han, it's okay, God rewards hard work, when I first came here the year before last, I only succeeded five times in the first month, boiling out six rune paper and six boxes of rune ink, but now I can succeed in every furnace, although the success rate is mostly maintained at the level of one percent, and there are few two percent, but persistence will still be rewarding." In addition, the time to hand in the rune paper once a month, for five days, is not only a small competition between our apprentices, but also a good opportunity for our apprentices to exchange and learn from each other. ”

"Uh-huh, I know, thank you Senior Brother Mu for your advice. Han Feng nodded and thanked Mu Ziya.

"Since we are destined to meet here, and Senior Brother Mu has spoken again, then I will give you some advice. Bai Caixiu glanced at Han Feng and said lightly.

Han Feng naturally smiled in return and didn't say anything more.

"Eh, it's open!" the big man behind Mu Ziya suddenly shouted.

Sure enough, the door of Wanzhilou, which was several zhang wide, squeaked and slowly opened, and two apprentice disciples dressed as Taoist children came to the door, seemingly the ones who presided over the order.

Only then did everyone stop talking and slowly walked into the Ten Thousand Paper Building.

The hall on the first floor of the paper building is extremely wide, up to several zhang, can accommodate thousands of people at the same time, in addition to a staircase on both sides that winds up to the second floor, there is also a long stone table in the center, there is an antique coffee table, the cloud steaming fog cage, the tea fragrance is compelling, there is a rosewood chair behind it, there is a handsome young man in purple sitting on it, making tea alone.