Sure enough, after Han Feng put the light green Winter Spirit Pill into his mouth, the pill melted in his mouth, and it almost didn't take him much to refine the medicinal power, and in an instant, it turned into a warm current and infiltrated into his limbs, making his whole body comfortable, and the injuries in his body quickly recovered. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info just this elixir made him close to complete recovery.

He was amazed, and secretly thought that if he had the opportunity in the future, he could try to practice the art of alchemy, even if he was not talented and could not learn it, he would not be able to chew and swallow it indiscriminately if he found a great medicine in the future.

If it is entrusted to the alchemist for refining, the medicinal power will be magnified tenfold or even a hundred times, and the value will be maximized, even if he has to pay a lot of remuneration to the alchemist, it is better than swallowing it alive.

Subsequently, he cherished the other two Winter Spirit Pills into his storage ring, maybe one day, they would become his life-saving pills, and they really had to be kept alive.

Han Feng was in just right shape at the moment, and immediately rushed to the topmost minefield.

At this moment, there was a faint rumbling sound from above, and it was obvious that the heroes were fighting, and it was extremely fierce.

Han Feng's brows furrowed slightly, silently running the Alchemy Vajra Technique, restraining the aura of his body, slowing down, and using the cover of the stone forest, he lurked up. Anyway, he didn't have any ambition on those thunder-attribute spiritual materials, so there was no need for him to mix in this troubled water.

After a while, he was more than 100 zhang away from the minefield, and he couldn't move forward, several sects in front of him were fighting, and for some reason, the fight was extremely fierce, and the blazing lights shone in all directions, and many monks fell in pools of blood and never stood up again.

Seeing this, Han Feng hurriedly retreated quietly, bypassed this area, and walked to the left, but he found several places, but he couldn't find a place where no one was stationed.

After all, he wants to go into the minefield to temper his body, and he needs a vacant exit to heal, if someone attacks him while he is healing, then he is in a passive situation.

He did not act rashly, gritted his teeth, continued to look for vacant seats, walked for more than twenty miles, and finally found no monks in a place where two black boulders of thirty or forty zhang in size stood tall.

Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to bypass the boulder on the left side and go into the minefield, but who knew that he had just taken a step, and he was still more than twenty zhang away from the black boulder, and a blazing white lightning burst out from the black boulder without warning, and directly slashed at his body.

He was caught off guard, and was immediately struck by this lightning bolt, rolling down several feet away, and numb all over, but he was not in serious trouble, and he only got up after a short while.

"No wonder no one is stationed around here, this boulder is clearly a lightning guide stone, which can actually guide the lightning inside the minefield!" Han Feng looked at these two boulders and was amazed, his face was not full of anger, but was full of surprise.

After he breathed a sigh of relief, he simply walked into the clearing between the two boulders, and sure enough, after he stepped into it, he once again caused the boulder to burst out with lightning and bombarded it, and not one, but two, and the two boulders on the left and right each sent out a lightning bolt.

Han Feng didn't dodge and let the thunder and lightning blow in.

This time, he was on guard, even if two thunderbolts bombarded his body at the same time, he was not knocked away, but his whole body crackled, and bursts of white light appeared on the surface of his body, constantly spreading above his head.

I don't know if the lightning here is not strong enough, or if his bottleneck is too strong for him to break through.

He persisted for dozens of breaths and endured the bombardment of nearly a hundred thunderbolts, and the white light on the surface of his body could not pass through his eyes after all, which made him depressed.

With a low roar, he took a sharp step and swooped into the minefield.

For some reason, even though this place was also on the edge of the minefield, the lightning here was a little more powerful than elsewhere, a bolt as thick as a tail finger fell, ignoring the distance of space, and directly hit Han Feng's body, with a rumbling sound, shattering his defensive light, and a large number of hot and snowy lightning fragments seeped into his body, wantonly destroying his body tissues, and the twelve thick meridians were also severely burned.

Han Feng's face showed pain, and while gritting his teeth and insisting, he used all his strength to refine these thunder and lightning fragments.

Next, in Han Feng's perception, he only felt that time passed very slowly, and every time he was baptized by a bolt of lightning, he felt as if he had crossed a long time, but in fact it was only a few breaths.

At the edge of here, when Han Feng endured forty or fifty lightning bolts one after another, the white light on his body finally moved, gradually passing through his eyes, but finally stagnated at his eyebrows, and failed to break through several times.

Han Feng sighed secretly, exited the minefield, returned to the two black boulders, and gasped, he was not very hurt, after pouring out a few ordinary healing pills and taking them, after a while, his body recovered as before, and he broke into the minefield again vigorously. The difference is that this time he took out the broken sword to defend himself, and he didn't stop at the edge of the area, but went deeper.

He was very fast, and he rushed into the minefield more than ten zhang away from just one breath, but the thunder and lightning here were faster, and with a roar, the white light flashed, and it fell down.

What's even more terrifying is that the lightning in this position is stronger and bigger, the size of a baby's arm, shining in all directions, dispelling the gray mist, and bombarding Han Feng's body with rolling power.

In an instant, this lightning bolt pierced through the defenses of his broken sword, and then broke through his protective white light, breaking straight into his body.

Han Feng let out a "wow" and spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was a violent arc of electricity in the blood, crackling, even with his current strength, he couldn't withstand such a blow.

His eyes were red, and he managed to hold on, and with the help of the magical power of the Alchemy Vajra Technique, he refined this electric current and transformed it into a special and intense spiritual power, nourishing his body and slowing it down a little.

At the same time, the white light on his body became fierce again, and finally moved a little over his brow and towards his forehead.

"Boom ......"

A deafening sound sounded in the dim clouds, and then a large white light swept by, dazzling, illuminating a radius of dozens of zhang below, as if it were day.

Suddenly, two bolts of lightning the thickness of the baby's arm slashed down at the same time, slashing down like machetes.

Han Feng's brows jumped, it must be false to say that he was not nervous at this moment, but in order to improve his strength, he couldn't care so much, and if he missed such an opportunity, he didn't know when he would have such an opportunity!

Fight!

He roared, and the white light bloomed all over his body, and at the same time, he held the broken sword tightly with both hands, and frantically infused his true qi into it, bursting out with a more powerful sword light, forming a multi-layered defense.