Between the outer courtyard and the Yingyuan Palace, there is a lot of distance, among which the clouds and mist are shrouded, the ravines are vertical and horizontal, and the mountains overlap, it takes at least one day to complete, but in order to facilitate the travel of low-level disciples, there are many spirit beasts that can fly in the sect. Ling Feng chose an immortal crane, rich and eternal, elegant in size, but this spirit beast only flies inside the door, and its spiritual intelligence is also very low, it will only obey simple orders, and it will fly back when it arrives at the place.

A loud roar, the crane soared into the sky, Ling Feng did not grasp it, a stagger, almost from a place thousands of feet high, fell, did not die in the cruel trial, if it died like this, it would be too shameless, with the crane soaring in the sky, a kind of unrestrained, free, disdainful of the feeling of the world, spontaneously, refreshing, one day, you can also travel without relying on foreign objects, what kind of experience will it be, it should be more wonderful.

Not long after, Ling Feng drove the crane to land on the square, the crane flapped its wings, and was about to fly back, and the miscellaneous disciples on the side hurriedly stepped forward, their mouths made a strange cry, and the crane actually obediently stood still.

Ling Feng didn't know the situation, and asked the miscellaneous disciple, it turned out that the cranes in each hall were independent and would not be used by each other, and the major halls within the sect could temporarily foster the cranes in other halls, and within half a day, as long as the corresponding fees were paid, the cranes could also carry themselves back.

After paying the foster care fee for half a day and registering his jade plate, Ling Feng came to the front of Yingyuan Palace, and sure enough, Chen Qi had been waiting here for a long time.

Both of them are Qi refining cultivators, and it is effortless to hurry, about half an hour later, a rather large lake came into view, Ling Feng let go of his divine sense, and suddenly it became clear that his divine sense could peek through the illusion, and the lake in front of him was simply a small bazaar, but it was only open to cultivation.

Chen Qi didn't buy it, he was familiar with the road, and took Ling Feng into Fang City.

There was a change in front of me, what kind of lake was there, I saw a street on both sides of the small pavilions, in the middle is a gravel path, the scale is not large, but orderly, the people who come and go, are full of spiritual power, the eyes are smart, at a glance, you know, there are cultivation.

Ling Feng hurriedly collected his divine sense, followed behind Chen Qi, and carefully looked at these small pavilions.

This time, Ling Feng had the intention of not buying anything and simply coming over to have a look, so he did not hide his appearance, besides, there was a Chen Ke by his side. Originally, when he first entered Fang City, there was a middle-aged man with two levels of qi refining who came to Mao Sui to recommend himself, lead the way for Ling Feng and the others, and earn fees, but Chen Ke sent him away, and that person actually asked for half a spirit stone, and Ling Feng has not had half a hair so far.

Ling Feng intended to let Chen Ke take him to the shop that sold refining materials, and after a while, a rather large two-story attic appeared in front of him, without too much decoration, and the book, "Tianyu Pavilion", this Tianyu Pavilion is the largest refining material store in this market, and it is said to be the industry of the Jade family in Cambrian Town.

As soon as you enter the gate of Tianyu Pavilion, the colorful spiritual light, a dazzling array of materials, layer upon layer, are placed together in a staggered manner, and it is not a big family that has accumulated hundreds of years.

A two-layer small guy received Ling Feng and the two, this kind of little guy, who has been mixed in all kinds of characters all the year round, has long been trained with a pair of sharp eyes, knowing that Ling Feng is the main master, and complimenting Ling Feng instinctively, hearing that the customer is interested in refining materials, it is another fanciful introduction.

While following the little guy, while carefully looking at the materials displayed on both sides, Ling Feng also found a few, auxiliary materials for refining flying swords, but when he saw the price, he secretly smacked his tongue, it was ridiculously expensive, a hundred-year-old footless keel would cost ten spirit stones, and a twenty-year-old red Ling grass would require three spirit stones, these were all common materials, if it was a scarce demon beast like the Hundred-Year-old Flying Sky Beast, one bone would cost a hundred spirit stones. The more Ling Feng looked at it, the worse his face became, he couldn't afford to buy a single one, and he had no way to make money, waiting until he had all the materials for refining the flying sword, it was not the Year of the Monkey.

Ling Feng and Chen Ke left the Tianyu Pavilion in the complaining eyes of the little guy, and took a look at some small shops nearby, Ling Feng wanted a lot of materials, however, the flying sword is a magic weapon for monks, and the auxiliary materials for refining are still relatively common, and they roughly estimated in their hearts that the auxiliary materials can basically be gathered here, as for the spirit stones, just find a way.

After a delay for a long time, Ling Feng and Chen Ke hurried back to the Yingyuan Palace, Chen Ke did not go back to the outer courtyard with Ling Feng, Ling Feng happened to be alone on the crane, and he was not so anxious when he came back, he deliberately let the crane slow down, looking at the shield light between the peaks of the sect, Ling Feng's heart was hot, as long as he practiced a flying sword, with his divine sense, he could step on the sword without going to the eighth layer of qi refining.

Originally, the most direct thing was to use Chixiao as a flying sword to refine slightly, but before he figured out the way to come, Ling Feng didn't want to cause trouble, and Chixiao was a spiritual weapon, and the materials required were also high, so his current situation might not allow it.

After thinking about it, Ling Feng decided to use local materials and use the rusty sword as the basis to refine a flying sword, which is convenient for travel, and it is also a skill to run away if you can't beat it.

For several days, Ling Feng was cultivating the "Fetal Transformation and Transformation", and the first layer had been completed, during which he transformed his body and went to the Fang Market again, the first time he was inevitably a little nervous, but fortunately, there was no danger, and he was not recognized by a monk, this exercise is really easy to use.

Today is the twenty-third day, and I am going to the Chuangong Hall to listen to the sermon again, Mo Tianli waited for Ling Feng at the door early, the two looked at each other and smiled, and prepared to go out side by side.

Suddenly, more than a dozen outer disciples in plain clothes and white robes surrounded Ling Feng and Mo Tian, a tall and handsome young man, walked slowly and stopped in front of Ling Feng, with a warm smile on his face:

"Kneel, take refuge in me, I can let you go"

"What are you, how can He De make me kneel" Ling Feng replied coldly, and when the other party walked over, he found Gao Kun who was beaten away by himself half a month ago in the corner of his eye, and he knew in his heart that the person who came was not good.

Gao Kun in the crowd couldn't hold back any longer, and said with a sneering face:

"Dog thing, this senior brother who is out of time, ranked tenth in the outer courtyard, has a skill, and cries ghosts and gods"

Ling Fengli ignored Gao Kun, looked directly at this young man who was out of time, and said in a deep voice:

"Are you going to stand up for him?"

A sword shadow struck towards Ling Feng's face door, mixed with the sound of breaking wind, a chill clinged to it, and the tip of Ling Feng's nose passed by, piercing into the ground, and suddenly blasted out a pit with a diameter of one meter. This sword is extremely domineering, Ling Wei risked and avoided it, but he was also hurt by the cold, his nose was red and swollen at this moment, Ling Feng didn't say much, pushed Mo Tianli, pushed it back, pulled out the rusty sword, and used all his strength to use the first type of breeze "gentle wind drizzle".

After a gust of wind and sand, the scene was strangely quiet, and the people present seemed to have seen ghosts, although they were all monks, but at the moment they were like ordinary people, trembling.

On the ground where the broken time flow is located, the slender sword marks like hair, extending into the distance, the surrounding courtyard wall, the surrounding scenery, all turned into sticky powder, only the broken time flow lay in a pool of blood, barely hanging for a breath, or Gao Kun reacted quickly, hurriedly stepped forward to feed the broken time flow pills, and several people next to him also reacted, hurriedly lifted the broken time flow, and ran towards the depths of the outer courtyard, it seemed that he had gone to the rescue.

Originally, a few people still wanted to come over, which was not good for Ling Feng, but Ling Feng held on to his breath, and they didn't dare to move, and when they saw that the broken time stream was carried away, they also followed. It seems that the identity of the interrupted time stream is extraordinary, and if he has an accident, these people will be unlucky.

Stumbled, Ling Feng slammed his sword on the ground, barely standing, Mo Tianli hurriedly helped him back to the courtyard, today's sermon, the two of them couldn't go.

Coincidentally, today it was Liu Hanyan who taught the Tao on his behalf, and Ling Feng, who was never absent in normal times, did not come, and asked the disciples of the Sect to listen to the Tao without reason, and the punishment was extremely severe, and he would be grounded for at least three months. For Liu Hanyan, Ling Feng is not only an outer disciple who listens to the Tao, but also a key figure who may affect the success or failure of his trial mission, and he still has to cover it up for him.

Two hours later, Liu Hanyan was ready to remind Ling Feng that he must not be late in the future, otherwise, not only would the sect be grounded, but he would not let him go.

Under the leadership of the miscellaneous disciples, Liu Hanyan found Ling Feng's remote courtyard without much effort, knocked on the door, and no one responded inside, but the gate was locked, and there were obviously people inside.

A light body crossed the high wall, Liu Hanyan fell steadily to the ground, at this time, a sword shadow with a fiery breath, stabbed towards him, a cold sweat, a move, easily avoided the sword, and saw a beautiful woman with only two layers of Qi refining cultivation, holding a star sword, looking at herself with a look of embankment.

Liu Hanyan recalled in his mind, and suddenly remembered that this beauty was Ling Feng's little follower, but he didn't know what it was called.

Mo Tianli also looked carefully, this woman was convex and backward, her skin was delicate and smooth, and her appearance was like Liu Hanyan preaching to them, and she looked at it carefully, it was like herself, but she still asked with a wary face:

"Why did you climb over the wall and get here, were you the same group in the morning?"

As soon as Liu Hanyan heard this, he knew that something was wrong.