"The old man told you so much today, you had better take this matter to heart, the old man will come to check your mastery in two months, if you don't reach the level that the old man expected, then the old man of the antique spirit talisman will not be able to teach you. Han Song said solemnly.

Although it takes a ruthless person to draw the antique spirit rune, if that person's rune attainment is not enough, he will not be able to draw the antique spirit rune well, and he will suffer from backlash.

After Han Song Zhenren said this, he walked out, Han Leng walked to the door to see him off, and watched Han Song Zhenren turn into a colored light and disappear into the clouds.

When will I be able to have such a retreat?

Han Leng's eyes were full of envy, his cultivation in the late stage of foundation building was now, although he could also achieve the flying of the sword, but turning his body into a retreat like Han Song Zhenren was not something he could master now, and his cultivation path was long, and he still needed to make persistent efforts.

Han Leng sat on the stool, took out the jade slip, and then put it on his eyebrows, a bunch of things poured into his mind, and he carefully looked at the new knowledge.

After a while, he suddenly grinned, this hundred runes were so simple, and it only took half a page to mention all the points in the hundred runes.

"If you study the Hundred Runes Thoroughly, you can become a four-rank rune master, then my attainments have completely surpassed the four-rank talismans!"

Han Leng said conceitedly, and then he casually abandoned the jade slip and began to carefully rub the mid-grade spirit weapon dragon pattern sword.

The fingertips caressed the dragon pattern, and the temperature came out, as if there was really a divine dragon living in the sword, especially the red demon pill at the dragon's eye, which exuded a strange color.

"This sword seems to have given birth to wisdom. ”

Han Leng muttered to himself.

The matter of Fu Dao attainments was no longer taken to Han Leng's heart, he now mainly wanted to improve his cultivation, and only by forming the Jindan Dao could he be comforted.

Now that he also happened to have a medium-grade spiritual weapon, he was going to go to the barren mountain for a trial.

The barren mountain is located in the northernmost part of the spiritual realm, more than three hundred miles away from Fu Zong, this mountain does not belong to any sect, there are many demon beasts in the mountain, and the level is not low, and it is brutal by nature, it is definitely not those demon beasts in Fu Zong's own backyard.

The demon beasts raised by Fu Zong have all been ground and lost their wildness, and their attack power has not matched the level.

The monsters on the barren mountains are the monsters in the true sense, and they can definitely make people experience what it's like to be terrifying.

However, if you want to go to the barren mountain, you must first go to the outer hall of the sect to register.

Han Leng prepared more than a dozen Fire Wind Talismans and Tortoiseshell Talismans before going to the outer hall.

The record disciple of the outer hall looked at Han Leng and said, "You really have the late stage of foundation building, look at your appearance in your twenties at most, don't lie to me." ”

Han Leng smiled bitterly and said, "I'm really in the late stage of foundation building, you look at my spiritual power." ”

After speaking, Han Leng stretched out his hand and condensed some spiritual power in his palm.

This pure spiritual power has turned into a liquid form, and the spiritual power has turned into liquid, which is the manifestation of the foundation building period, and Han Leng's palms have condensed into water droplets, which is enough to prove that he is a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

"Senior, if you go to the barren mountain, there is a small teleportation array in this house, which can directly teleport you to the vicinity of the barren mountain. The disciple of the record was in awe and said earnestly.

Han Leng nodded, and walked into the room, the ground in the room was engraved with a teleportation array, he took out a spirit stone from the Qiankun bag and was still on the circle, suddenly the white light lit up, the runes flew out of the circle, Han Leng's body was wrapped in runes, and slowly disappeared.

Three hundred miles away, a big mountain uplifted, the mountain is full of mist, after years of dissipation, a few towering trees poke out of the fog proud tree tips, dotted with white mist scrolls.

From time to time, a roar came from the mountain, as if it was a battle between demon beasts, or a demon beast announcing its territory.

The grove at the foot of the mountain was full of fallen leaves, and suddenly a gust of wind blew away the fallen leaves on the ground, and then a pattern of a magic circle appeared, and Han Leng's figure appeared here in a flash.

He dusted off the fallen leaves from his clothes and looked around.

Surrounded by trees, blocking his vision, he sacrificed his spiritual weapon, jumped up, and flew into the air with a dragon sword, and the barren mountain was in front of his eyes.

He flew into the barren mountain with the dragon sword, and after passing through a thick layer of mist, he landed on the mountain.

The place where he landed was a huge rock, surrounded by a clearing, and under the rock there was a lump of monster feces and a puddle of urine.

"This is the territory of demon beasts. Han Leng's face changed slightly, and he immediately jumped off the rock, turned around and rushed into the dense forest.

If the monster finds out that someone has invaded the territory, the monster will definitely chase him for his life.

Fortunately, Han Leng flashed quickly, and as soon as he rushed into the forest, a huge lion pounced on the rock, and the lion's claws were like knives, leaving deep scratches on the rock.

"Territory-conscious monsters are not easy to mess with, so let's find some low-level monsters first. Han Leng muttered.

He is now trying to avoid powerful demon beasts, and persimmons have to pick soft pinchs.

His figure shuttled quickly through the forest, like a ghost.

Not far away, a wild boar covered in steel hair was biting the hare, and the rabbit's internal organs were thrown out, only one intestine was connected, and the blood was drained.

The wild boar uses its sharp teeth to tear open the rabbit's body and eat rabbit meat.

Suddenly, the boar's four hooves shook, and suddenly raised its head, a pair of small eyes appeared frightened, its nose spewed out a few puffs of white smoke, the rabbit meat in its mouth suddenly lost its fragrance, the four hooves kicked the ground, and the body ran out diagonally.

As soon as the wild boar left, a crimson light descended from the sky, and the torn rabbit turned directly into a roasted rabbit under the light, and the surrounding weeds also became charred black.

A figure also fell, it was Han Leng.

"This wild boar has a very sensitive sense of smell, and it knows I'm coming from so far away. Han Leng said a little disappointed.

His sword could have taken the life of a wild boar, but he underestimated the instinctive reaction of these real beasts, which was not comparable to those demented demon beasts in the sect.

The spiritual power was concentrated on the soles of his feet, Han Leng's speed became very fast, he ran directly to chase the wild boar, and he couldn't let the prey he fancied run away.

The boar ran wildly, not even looking at the road ahead, and went on a rampage, its sharp fangs scratching the trees on both sides.

Han Leng chased after him, and the sword qi was released one by one, removing the obstacles in front of him.

After half an hour, the boar's strength gradually ran out, and its speed slowed down, and it still wanted to run for its life, but if it still ran desperately, it would have lost its life.

The wild boar knew that he would not be able to escape, so he simply stopped, turned around, and pointed at Han Leng with his sharp fangs, and a trace of demonic power also gathered on the fangs, and the steel hairs on its back also stood up at this moment.

After Han Leng approached, the wild boar shook all over, and the steel hair on his back flew out together, shooting towards Han Leng like rain.

Looking at the dense steel drizzle, Han Leng smiled slightly.

"Insect carving skills. ”

He slapped his hand on the Qiankun bag on his waist, and a rune paper appeared in his hand, and the spiritual power entered the rune paper, which immediately activated the tortoiseshell talisman.

With a flash of green light, a barrier like a turtle shell appeared on Han Leng's body, and the steel hairs bent on it one after another, falling to the ground, without causing the slightest damage to Han Leng.

Seeing that its long-range attack had no effect, the wild boar was also very angry, its nose spewed white gas again, and rushed towards Han Leng with a howl, and a pair of fangs aimed at Han Leng's chest.

"It's just in time!" Han Leng shouted, and the dragon-patterned sword in his hand was in front of him, and it was a sword against the fangs of the wild boar.

The red light flickered, the heat wave hit his face, and with the sound of the moment, Han Leng only felt that his arm was sore, his mouth ached, and his body also shook.

Han Leng cursed in his heart, and clenched the dragon pattern sword again.

The boar was also slashed by the sword, and one of its fangs was cut off from the middle, leaving only one, which was extremely ugly, although the boar's appearance was extremely ugly, but after missing a fang, it was even more ugly.

The boar was very fond of its own fangs, and thought them to be its most handsome symbol, but it was cut off by this hateful human, which seemed asymmetrical, and it must tear the human into pieces and eat it into its stomach.

After the wild boar recovered for a while, it rushed towards Han Leng again.

Han Leng didn't spare his hand this time, and the red light on the dragon pattern sword rose sharply, and he stabbed towards the wild boar.

"Whew~"

With a scream, the dragon pattern sword stabbed into the wild boar's head, and a smell of roasted meat emanated from the wild boar's body, making Han Leng almost drool.

The sword was drawn, and the boar's carcass fell to the ground.

Han Leng used his sword to pick open the boar's head, and there was nothing inside.

"There is no demon pill, so how does it use demon power?"

Han Leng wondered, could this wild boar really be just an ordinary beast, but why did the beast have demonic power on its body and attack skills?

With these questions, Han Leng left the carcass of the wild boar.

This discovery made him very scared in his heart, ordinary beasts have so many attack methods, so if they encounter a real demon beast, wouldn't it be more difficult than a beast.

He came to the barren mountains to hunt, not to be the prey of demon beasts.

During this section of the road, Han Leng always maintained a high degree of vigilance, and from time to time a huge falcon flew overhead, its wings were like clouds hanging from the sky, and the sound was like thunder in the nine heavens, Han Leng didn't even dare to raise his head, for fear of being seen by the big bird in the sky, and his little bit of meat was probably not enough for people to stuff their teeth.

In addition to the demon beasts in the air to guard against, there are also many powerful demon beasts on land, but their territory is marked, some are a lump of feces, some are a bubble of urine, in short, they all smell very much.

Just now, Han Leng accidentally stepped on a mark made by a certain demon beast, and the smell of the soles of his shoes couldn't be wiped off.