During the Outer Gate Great Competition, the monks in this Dao Battle Valley could fly, so Han Feng dared to use that Wind Talisman. He flew out for miles www.biquge.info pen "Fun" pavilion, and two people suddenly appeared in front of him, it was Elder Mu and Elder Diao.

Elder Mu was full of smiles, obviously knowing the result, and Elder Diao rarely showed a slight smile, and when he looked at Han Feng, he was no longer so high-minded.

Han Feng hurriedly adjusted his position and flew towards the two of them.

"Han Feng, you don't have to worry about Chang Hao's affairs, everything is decided by our Northern Spirit Rune Hall for you, and their Southern Spirit Rune Hall can't make waves!" Elder Mu didn't beat around the bush, and immediately got straight to the point, saying Han Feng's biggest concern in this competition.

Han Feng couldn't help but glance at Elder Mu, sure enough, he was a master who knew how to be a man, no wonder he had been presiding over the external affairs of the Northern Spirit Rune Hall for a long time.

Han Feng put away these thoughts, his face showed gratitude, he hugged his fists again and thanked him, and then his eyes rolled and asked, "Chang Hao is a disciple of the Southern Spirit Rune Palace?" ”

"His father is one of the great elders of the Southern Spirit Rune Hall, a well-known eight-grade rune master, known as Chang Sanfu!" Elder Diao took over the conversation and said.

"Chang Sanfu, do you want Elder Diao to advise?" Han Feng looked at him and asked politely.

This is the name that people give him in private, mainly because he is good at drawing eight-grade runes with the three attributes of gold, wood and earth, so everyone calls him so. Elder Diao explained with a smile.

Han Feng nodded and didn't say anything more.

"Let's go back first, and the new competition will start in five days!" Elder Mu said.

As he spoke, he turned around and flew towards the north building complex with Elder Diao and Han Feng, and disappeared after a while.

After the three of them returned there, they chatted casually for a few more words, and then dispersed, Han Feng once again obtained the permission to enter the Spirit Cave to cultivate, and he didn't hang out, and walked directly into the Spirit Cave.

Han Feng sat down cross-legged, poured out a few pills, closed his eyes, and began to silently recover his true qi and physical strength.

In the previous battle, he split three swords in a row, but only consumed about one-third of the true qi in his body, but that power is not something that idle people can bear, after all, the strength of Lei Yan and the other three is equivalent to the level of Duan Tian, which belongs to the level of branch Tianjiao, even if he exerts himself abnormally, or uses the power of the five-grade talisman like Chang Hao, he can also be worthy of the power of an ordinary extreme person, and he really can't compete with him.

In less than two or three hours, the true qi in Han Feng's body had completely recovered, and his physical strength had also recovered.

He didn't open his eyes and continued to condense his true qi, although in the remaining five days, his strength would not change much, maybe one more point would be one point, and he might be able to play a great role at a critical time.

In fact, he doesn't know what level his strength has reached now, but it is certain that he is not comparable to Murong Xue, after all, while he is improving, she is also improving. Her swordsmanship was so high that it surpassed the level that her realm could have.

Five days passed quickly, as if they had passed in an instant.

Han Feng woke up from his meditation, stood up and stretched his body, and then left this spiritual cave and came to the complex of carved dragons and phoenixes. Just as he was passing by a magnificent hall, a figure suddenly walked out, and he turned his head to see that it was Situ Shaomei.

Han Feng was slightly surprised, but his expression quickly returned to normal, nodded at her, and then turned around and left.

Situ Shaomei looked at his back, her face was expressionless, but there seemed to be a strange flash in her eyes, and she moved her body to leave here after a while.

After a while, Han Feng walked out of the building complex, came to the Dao battlefield, and walked directly to the Dao Battle Monument.

At this time, a lot of monks had gathered around the Dao Battle Monument, in groups of three or five, looking up at the shiny list on the stele, pointing and discussing.

Han Feng came to take a closer look, and there were indeed dense names on the Dao Battle Monument, shining, no more, no less, just three hundred. Moreover, two by two, the battle list has been assigned.

Han Feng looked down from above, and suddenly frowned involuntarily, his opponent in the next battle was actually Situ Shaomei.

"It turns out that she has also managed to enter the top three hundred!" Han Feng muttered secretly, his expression returned to nature, and he turned around and rushed to the No. 88 ring.

In a few moments, he was there. At this moment, there is still a big pit here, but there is no hill at the bottom, and naturally there is no flag, and it has become flat and wide, even if it is a battle between the monks of the Guiyuan Realm, it is more than enough.

Han Feng nodded all the way back, jumped past the enthusiastic crowd of onlookers, and jumped straight into this big pit, waiting for the arrival of Situ Shaomei and the referee elders.

didn't wait long, Situ Shaomei flew in the breeze, fell lightly into the big pit, glanced at Han Feng lightly, and then sat down on the spot, closing his eyes and recuperating.

Han Feng smiled slightly, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and breathed silently.

"Hoo ......"

A gust of wind blew, and in less than half an hour, a figure sped in, and in an instant descended from a distance over the pit.

Han Feng and Situ Shaomei opened their eyes almost at the same time, looked up, and saw a young elder in a pale golden robe floating in the air, his aura released without restraint, dazzling like the scorching sun.

Situ Shaomei was a little uncomfortable, as if she couldn't withstand the pressure of this elder, but Han Feng was as calm as water and was not affected in the slightest.

The young elder abruptly withdrew the spiritual pressure that emanated, glanced at Han Feng more, and did not talk nonsense, and announced in a loud voice: "Go to war!" As soon as his voice fell, he stretched out his hand and pointed to a certain place on the edge of the big pit, and after a beam of light fell, the entire big pit buzzed, and in the blink of an eye, layers of light cyan light curtains rose, completely covering the big pit and isolating everything.

Situ Shaomei looked at Han Feng, gritted her teeth, and said: "In the melee, I consumed a large number of five-grade talismans, and I can't talk to you about the talismans, but I also cultivate fire-based spells, and I still have the strength to fight, I hope you can do your best!"

Han Feng was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

At the moment when he just nodded, Situ Shaomei had already launched an attack, only to see that with a wave of her hands, dozens of fist-sized fireballs flew out, overwhelming the sky and drowning him.

Han Feng swept away his soul power, and found that these fireballs seemed to be small, but the energy fluctuations contained inside were very large, no less than the power of fireballs the size of a zhang.

"Situ Shaomei is deeply hidden, the instantaneous spell is so strong, it should not be underestimated!" While Han Feng secretly discussed, his hands clenched into fists, and in the purple light explosion, his hands shook out one after another afterimages, and dozens of purple light fist shadows flew over.