Han Feng picked up the broken sword and came to a wide field in the manor, which was where Brother Leng Feng often practiced.

Holding the scabbard with his left hand, he grabbed the hilt with his right hand and pulled out the sword with force, and the sword in Hanfeng's right hand was almost thrown to the ground: "It's so heavy"

The trembling right hand grasped a sword, the blade of which was as black as ink, and there was a strange sword with the word "Underworld" near the hilt.

It was very difficult to hold, but the weight in his hand told him that this sword must not be an ordinary broken sword.

"Good sword, I'll call you Shen from now on," Cold Wind muttered to himself

Then he returned the sword to the sheath, and suddenly became extremely light again. In this case, the cold wind took the unsheathed "Hell" and danced the sword there.

At first, it was still very chaotic, with a sword in the east and a sword in the west, and slowly the sword became faster and faster.

As the sword got faster and faster, and his body became faster and faster, Han Feng actually felt that his body still remembered a sword technique.

Because of the swordsmanship he danced, he didn't have a trace of impression in his mind at all, but he danced unconsciously.

Slowly, the cold wind in the body of the heavenly chong spirit emitted a trace of the power of the primordial spirit, and it entered his mind, and there was actually a sword dance in his mind.

Han Feng learned the movements in his mind, his figure flashed and stepped out, and the nine swords stabbed out with one sword, and a sword qi shot out, tearing the air and making a hiss. Unconsciously said two words in his mouth: "Dongtian"

Then he continued to shoot a sword, and nine vertical and horizontal sword qi appeared, and the cold wind said two more words, "Stars"

Not far away, a woman was curiously watching the cold wind dancing the sword, with the sword qi flying in the field, the figure flickering, she felt unacceptable in her heart, her "forgetfulness" did not make him forget his swordsmanship and body technique. What a strange child, no wonder the adult took him so seriously, and passed on the broken steps that were never passed on here.

The cold wind used "quicksand" again, exactly the same as the one I used in my mind,

But in my mind, I typed out another formula, and in my mind, it was clear that there were nine entities in my mind. But after learning to use the self in his mind, only one body form is an entity, and the other eight body forms are all phantoms.

The cold wind stopped, thinking that if this type was against the enemy, the effect of nine entities attacking the opponent would be very different from the effect of one real and eight virtual attacks on the opponent.

It seems that he has not fully practiced this style before, and Hanfeng said to himself firmly: "I must practice it"

"Cold Wind, I'm practicing my sword," a voice interrupted Cold Wind's thoughts

Hanfeng looked back and found that it was Sister Xianyin, and walked over: "When did Sister come?"

"Just came, I saw that you were tired and sweaty, your swordsmanship just now was very powerful" Xianyin asked tentatively, she wanted to know how Hanfeng remembered this swordsmanship.

"Is my sister making fun of me? I don't know what's going on, I was going to dance the sword casually, but the power of the Tianchong Spirit actually formed a sword dance in my mind, and I followed suit," Han Feng said without concealment.

"Tianchong Lingling, are you saying that you have awakened Tianchong?" Xianyin asked in surprise

"What's wrong with my sister? Don't you know? I have awakened seven spirits" Han Feng wondered, didn't he live with them before, why didn't my sister know what spirit she had awakened.

A monstrous wave was set off in the heart of Xianyin, and all the spirits of the "Seven Spirits" human body woke up. What kind of teenager is this?

But he quickly discovered his gaffe, and hurriedly said: "This is your mistake, I used to ask you about your cultivation, but you always kept it secret, as if I was afraid that I would steal your cultivation" In terms of experience, she is not known how many times higher than the cold wind, and now she has diverted her attention and hit a rake.

"Sister Xianyin, I'm sorry, in the future, the cold wind will not deceive my sister once" He didn't remember anything before, but since he came to his senses, he knew how good this sister was to him.

Hearing Han Feng say this, a sense of guilt rose in his heart, was it right for him to deceive this child like this? and said: "Okay, I see that you are tired today, go back early to rest and rest, and my sister will cook some delicious food for you in the evening."

"Thank you, sister, Hanfeng will go back" After speaking, he glanced at the smiling fairy sound, and went back.

Looking at the back of the cold wind, I pondered again in my heart, the Tianchong Spirit and the Central Spirit in the Seven Spirits, the Primordial Star Ten Thousand Years Cultivation Path, I have never heard of anyone awakening. My "Forgetfulness" has been cultivated to its fullest, and as long as I have sealed the memory of my divine sense, no one will ever be able to recover it.

And this cold wind of the heavenly spirit turned out to be an exception. What is the miraculous effect of this never-before-seen spirit?

Time passed in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, six months passed, and the seven spirits in the cold wind body also turned pale green, and entered the fifth level of the primordial spirit. Under the Battle Body Immortal Sutra, the body has also become more powerful.

The fourth form carved out by Tianchong Linglu in his mind has already been cultivated, and the nine cold winds used in this style are all entities, and even Xianyin feels the terrible cold wind body method, and it completely changes the essence of a sword move, and Xianyin gives it a nice name "Jueying".

After six months of cold wind, the more than 100 high-grade spirit stones were cleaned. I was embarrassed to tell Xianyin: "Sister, the spirit stone is gone"

"Gone?" Xianyin asked incredulously, that is more than a hundred high-grade spirit stones, even the entire Chiyuan may not be able to take out so many high-grade spirit stones, and they were used up by the cold wind for half a year.

"Well, it's all used up" After six months, Han Feng now understands the value of the top-grade spirit stone.

"It's okay, you go to your big brother Leng Feng, he will prepare enough spirit stones for you" Xianyin smiled and said, "You go to the Lingbao Immortal Pavilion and say that it's okay to find Leng Feng, someone will take you to see your big brother"

"Well, okay, I'll go now, just to see what the eldest brother is busy with all day" Han Feng happily left the fairy wind manor.

Xianyin smiled bitterly after he left, if it weren't for the words left by that adult, and with the backing of the Lingbao Immortal Pavilion, which cultivator would be able to raise this little monster.

The cold wind walks on the streets of flowing gold, all kinds of hawkers, all kinds of pedestrians, a lively scene. He felt so familiar, as if he had been here many times.

He asked the location of the Lingbao Immortal Pavilion as he walked, and many people pointed out the way for him without thinking or enthusiastically, which showed the great reputation of the Lingbao Immortal Pavilion.

As he was walking, he saw a little beggar running towards him with a rolling belt, and kept shouting: "Help, help, I didn't mean to"

Behind the little beggar, a young monk rode a second-order Dan beast fire wolf and slowly chased him, and the fire wolf opened its bloody mouth to intimidate the little beggar. also deliberately kept a distance, not to hurt the little beggar, just to scare him.

The little beggar was frightened and screamed as he fled. The monk laughed playfully, and the passers-by got out of the way for fear of provoking the immortal in their eyes.

Han Feng suddenly felt extremely disgusted with this young monk in his heart, and for some reason he actually walked over and grabbed the little beggar to stand beside him and said, "Don't be afraid, I see who dares to hurt you."

When the little beggar saw that someone was protecting him, he seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and his little body trembling with fear hid behind the cold wind. Trembling said: "Big brother, I walked past him, he said that I influenced his Dan Beast"

At this time, the young monk also came near, and when he saw that someone was going to stand up for the little beggar, he said unhappily, "Hand over the little beggar, he will make my fire wolf unhappy."

When the little beggar heard this, he cried out, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk past you," and it turned out that the smell of the little beggar made his mount sneeze, and he frightened the little beggar like this.

Hanfeng said a short word, "Get out", no matter what happened, a monk bullied a beggar like this, and a lot of anger had already ignited in his heart.

The young monk's face instantly turned ugly, and the other party looked like he was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and he actually spoke to him like this: "You little child don't want to live anymore, do you know who I am?"

Cold Wind flashed, and then the young monk and his mount were pumped out, and Cold Wind did not kill him. The fire wolf, who was fierce just now, is now like a sick cat, and his eyes have become timid when he looks at the cold wind. Blood flowed from the corners of the young monk's mouth, and he was shocked by the terrifying speed of this young man in his heart, but he still couldn't suppress his anger in his heart: "Do you dare to report the master's sect and name?"

"Cold wind, no door, no faction, can you get out?"

The young monk gave the cold wind a vicious look and left with the fiery wolf in embarrassment.

The little beggar saw that the cold wind had beaten away the immortal, and his trembling body eased up: "Big brother, are you an immortal?"

Hanfeng smiled and took out a crystal coin from his body and stuffed it into the little beggar, and left without answering his words.