Qin Xin saw that Han Feng was already sweating profusely, and he said something vaguely in his mouth, and his expression was very painful.

She didn't know what was going on, so she approached and listened carefully to what he was saying.

But she also became confused when she listened slowly, such as "Don't Die with Stones", "Melting", "Purple Eyes" and the like.

In the end, Qin Xin concluded that the cold wind must be having a nightmare. Thinking of this, she kept patting Han Feng's body with her hand, trying to wake up Han Feng and let him get rid of the nightmare.

But it didn't have the slightest effect, the cold wind showed no signs of waking up, and Qin Xin saw that there was no way to go on like this, so he had an idea and left the room.

When she came back, she brought a guqin, and she wanted to use the sound of the piano to get rid of the nightmare of the cold wind.

A tranquilizer sounded, and the cold wind on the bed slowly calmed down, and seeing the sound of the piano working, Qin Xin also showed a reassuring smile.

Qin Xin was afraid that the nightmare would disturb the cold wind again, and the sound of the piano continued until late at night, and Qin Xin fell asleep on the table tiredly.

The next time, the cold wind woke up, his head was still a little painful, and he shook his head fiercely, thinking that this drunken fragrance was really powerful, and he was still a little dizzy.

When he got out of bed, he found that there was still a person in the room, and Qin Xin actually fell asleep in front of the table, with a guqin in front of him.

Han Feng approached, looked at Qin Xin's delicate face, and couldn't help but be stunned. The heart marvels at the greatness of the Creator that can make a person so beautiful. He was reluctant to look away an inch, for fear that he would never see this beautiful and intoxicating face again.

Probably due to the uncomfortable sleeping position on the table, Qin Xin's nose wrinkled, like an angry child, which makes people pity.

Hanfeng walked over and hesitated, then gently picked up the heart of the piano and put her on his bed, so that she could sleep more comfortably. He was very careful in his every move, and at this moment, if he woke up the beautiful woman, he felt that it was a big mistake.

Hanfeng looked at Qin Xin, who was still asleep, and said softly, "Thank you" and left the room

Just after the cold wind left the room, the corners of the beautiful woman's mouth on the bed rose slightly.

Hanfeng walked under a tree in the garden, sat down and thought about yesterday.

Yesterday he was confused, and he experienced several dreams in a daze, one was that he was practicing swords on the top of a mountain, the other was a young man with a tiger head and a tiger brain who died tragically in front of him, and he saw a pair of purple eyes.

The nightmare of the teenager who died tragically made him despair, fear, and grief. It came back to his mind again, and he tried his best to get out of that scene, but he couldn't control it at all, and he could only suffer over and over again.

In the end, it was the sound of the piano that dispelled the dream, took him into a peaceful world, and freed him from the nightmare.

"I won't drink this drunken incense again next time," Hanfeng said to himself

"Haha, if you don't get drunk with Tianxiang, how can you experience what it's like to be a beautiful woman's overnight guardian?"

Han Feng turned around and found that Leng Feng was standing not far away, looking at him with ulterior motives.

Hanfeng stood up and smiled bitterly: "Big brother, I was killed by you, I was tormented yesterday."

"Look at your chance, hand over your Hundred Son Order, since you don't accept the challenge, the Hundred Son Order will be given to someone else," Leng Feng said dissatisfiedly

Han Feng scratched his head, smiled, and took out the Baizi Order from the storage sword ornament and handed it to Leng Feng.

After Leng Feng took the token, he smiled again: "When I am not there, I must practice well, don't just kiss me" and then disappeared in a flash.

Hanfeng said angrily: "What big brother, he has no mouth all day long"

A few hours later, when the cold wind heard the sound of the piano coming from the piano room again, he knew that Qin Xin had woken up, and now he was learning the piano with his sister, and he also went back to his room to practice.

The seven dark purple spirits in the body greedily absorbed the aura that entered the body, like seven children who had been hungry for a long time. Cold Wind is strange that he had just practiced the Mind Method yesterday, and this time the power of the Yuan Spirit was consumed so quickly.

The power of strength tirelessly strengthens the body, like a hard-working child, never lazy.

Every inch of flesh and blood in the body is slowly becoming stronger invisibly, and strength is indispensable.

With the mobilization of the essence of the nine districts under the mobilization of the battle body immortal scripture, he frantically absorbed the spiritual energy in the spirit stone, and entered the body and was absorbed by the Yuan Spirit.

The color of the seven dark purple primordial spirits slowly faded, and when the two spirit stones were exhausted, the spirits also became crystal clear, without the slightest flaw.

According to common sense, the cold wind has entered the ninefold realm of the Yuan Spirit, but his own spirit has no intention of stopping absorbing the spiritual energy.

As soon as the cold wind was crossed, I didn't believe that I couldn't feed you, and I continued to cultivate.

One spirit stone after another has been used up to contain the spiritual energy, and seven have been used, that is a top-grade spirit stone, if a Yuanluo Realm cultivator uses seven high-grade spirit stones to run a mental method, no one will definitely believe it.

They knew that the body of a monk in this realm would not be able to withstand such a large amount of pure aura.

When the aura of the seventh spirit stone was about to be exhausted, the crystal clear spirit suddenly shattered, and the seven chakras of the cold wind were filled with fragments of the spirit spirit.

Han Feng felt a chill in his heart, he had never heard that when he practiced, his spirit would be shattered. Could it be that something is wrong with your own cultivation?

Just when he was confused, the Nabhi Chakra where the central spirit was located was the first to change, and the spirit fragments in the chakra began to rotate regularly.

Slowly, the fragments began to reassemble, forming a golden villain sitting cross-legged, and then the golden villain emitted six rays of energy into the other six chakras respectively.

At this time, under the urging of these six energy, the fragments of the Yuan Spirit in the other six chakras also began to rotate regularly, and slowly a golden villain appeared in each of these six chakras.

Could it be that this is to the Yuan Spirit Realm, which is the materialization of the spirit and has inspiration. Didn't the book say that the spirit of the Yuan Spirit Realm monk would turn into a spirit crystal, and why was his own in the shape of a golden human?

At this time, the "Stygian" sword at the head of the cold wind bed automatically shook and became more and more violent.

In the life of "bang", the wooden worn-out scabbard of the "Hades" sword exploded into powder, and the "Hades" sword, which was as black as ink, quickly became smaller, and the sword body slashed through a black light into the cold wind body.

At this time, the cold wind was at the juncture of cultivation, and suddenly a foreign object broke in, and he was in a hurry, and he mobilized a spiritual power to stop it, but the spiritual power instantly collapsed when it came into contact with this foreign object.

After entering the body of the cold wind, the "underworld" rushed directly towards the golden figure of the throat chakra, and then stood erect in front of the golden figure to calm down.

Han Feng looked carefully inward, and found that this foreign object turned out to be a small sword, the sword body was as black as ink, and he wondered in his heart, isn't this his own "underworld"?

Treading Cloud Divine Sect

On the Divine Light Peak, a young monk in his early twenties was happily surrounded by a group of people.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother for rising to the eighty-third son of Great Xia"

"Senior brother actually won without a fight, that the only Yuanluo monk of the hundred sons of Great Xia is really a waste of fame"

"That's it, it's just a nameless and unsectarian loose cultivator, and he must have been frightened by the name of my Divine Sect."

"Yes, I think our Divine Sect will occupy twenty-three places among the hundred sons, this is just a flash in the pan."

While a few people were talking, a middle-aged monk walked over with an unhappy face: "Just after achieving such a few results, you began to your tail, this is your Dao heart?"

When everyone saw the middle-aged man, they hurriedly shouted, "Master"

The middle-aged monk was dissatisfied: "I tell you, don't think that you have no one in the eyes of the Divine Sect, this cold wind is in the Yuan Spirit Realm, in the body, and the speed is overwhelming the Yuan Spirit Realm monk, which of you can do it, in the case of the sword without leaving the sheath, his sword and nine bodies, defeated the opponent and his machine spirit in one fell swoop, who can do it"

Everyone bowed their heads silently and didn't dare to speak, they knew that their master was really angry.

A green-clothed girl in the crowd muttered to herself: "The sword is not separated from the sheath, how similar it is to the little junior brother, I have never seen the little junior brother pull out his broken sword" At the same time, the name Hanfeng also left a deep impression on her heart.

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