Han Yuan's hand was fast, and he sprinkled all the materials he had prepared before around the tree crystals in a certain direction like a little water. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info tree crystal had already been fixed by him, and before the power of those materials was lost, he held the spirit gathering talisman between the two fingers of his right hand and firmly pasted it!

The spiritual light lit up from Han Yuan's fingertips, and the rune paper burned without fire!

The turquoise flames instantly wrapped the tree crystals, and at the same time, the surrounding spiritual materials gradually lit up, echoing the tree crystals that were surrounded in the center. In a few breaths, the sparkling spirit fire turned the spirit gathering talisman into a small handful of ashes, and then burrowed into the inside of the tree crystal, gradually extinguishing, revealing a quail egg-sized tree crystal.

The room was gradually filled with a rich aura. The aura gathered from the crack in the door outside the window was gathered by the tree crystals, and it was even contaminated with a little wood attribute aura, and the aura was more than three times as abundant as before. Han Yuan took a deep breath, feeling refreshed, and all the exhaustion from before was swept away.

This Tree Crystal Gathering Spirit is a one, and his cultivation speed can be increased by at least two times, and Han Yuan estimates that he only needs to cultivate for another three or four months to be able to advance to the twelfth level of Qi cultivation and achieve perfection. With this alone, all the energy spirit stones that had been spent before were worth it. It's a pity that this tree crystal is not that big after all, and it is estimated that it can only be used for him to cultivate until he completes his qi cultivation and will be exhausted, and he will need to find more resources for cultivation in the future.

After solving the problem of tree crystals, Han Yuan took out the seeds of the three golden-spotted jade fruits. The fist-sized green spirit wood was casually cut into a small wooden bottle, and the broken leaves were placed in the belly of the bottle, and it was filled with extremely fine spirit sand. The seeds of the three golden-spotted jade fruits were evenly buried in the bottle, and a layer of water was shallow watered, and they were placed next to the tree crystal by the cold abyss, just borrowing the spiritual power of the tree crystal wood attribute to nourish it.

Thinking of Feng Quan's arrogant appearance at that time, Han Yuan's heart was full of disgust. For this kind of self-righteous teaching of misguided children, he really can't have a good impression of it. The fact that such a person can become a teacher of the medicine and poison class is that there are not many people who know how to enrich the knowledge of elixir among the monks in the Qi cultivation foundation period, and secondly, it is also because the sect still does not pay enough attention to the outer sect. If it were at the inner door, such a thing would not have happened.

As much as he managed his wisdom, Han Yuan chose to temporarily back down and not argue with Feng Quan, but he didn't intend to admit the slander of "contradicting the teaching and learning and not being ashamed to speak out"! What's more, didn't Feng Quan say that if he could cultivate the Golden Spotted Jade Fruit, he would let himself be taught this lesson? Then how could he not satisfy his simple wish? If he really cultivated the Golden Spotted Jade Fruit, I don't know if Feng Quan would still have the face to stay in the position of teaching!

After doing all this, looking out the window at the quiet and deep night, Han Yuan slapped his head sharply, and finally remembered that he had forgotten something. He is still under the punishment of ten days of miscellaneous labor! Normally he goes to clean up during his lunch break, but today is the day of bathing, so he naturally has not finished it. Just now, he successfully made a spirit rune for the first time, and activated the power of the tree crystal, where can Han Yuan go to sleep peacefully at this moment. He thought about it, simply took his tools and went to the back mountain bamboo forest.

The yin jade bamboo forest at night is shrouded in shadows. The thin yin jade bamboos pierced the night sky, like a corpse with thin arms, and the scalp was numb to see. In the meantime, the yin wind gusted, and a thin layer of gray veil could be vaguely seen shrouded in the sky above the bamboo forest, which was a rich yin and evil aura, almost turning into an entity.

The gloomy atmosphere in the middle of the night is only more than twice as strong as that at noon. The ubiquitous yin aura seemed to have tiny thorns, and Rao felt cold with his hands and feet with Han Yuan's current physical fitness. He didn't like this environment, so he habitually looked around and got to work.

It's late at night, the trail is silent, even insects don't want to survive here, and there is a dead silence everywhere. The bamboo forests on both sides cast huge shadows towards him, and only the sound of sweeping the floor could be heard. However, at this moment, a whistling sound of bamboo leaves fighting and air blasting came into Han Yuan's ears. He was full of excitement, and the whole person immediately became vigilant, and his eyes looked into the depths of the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest in the middle of the night was dim, and it was difficult to see clearly at a distance of only twenty or thirty meters, but Han Yuan could still vaguely see a figure shuttling through the bamboo forest like an ape, making the surrounding bamboo branches and bamboo leaves rattle. The dense killing machine erupted, shooting in all directions, hitting the surrounding Yin Jade Bamboo into a leaf all over the ground.

At this time, there were still disciples cultivating martial arts in the bamboo forest? Han Yuan couldn't help but be taken aback. Except for the hidden Meng Fanlin who was here at noon on the first day, he had never seen any disciples who came here to cultivate, but he didn't expect that in the middle of the night, there would be disciples coming, which showed his hard work. As he was thinking like this, the bamboo forest in front of him suddenly stopped, and the figure that was originally shuttling through the forest disappeared at some point.

Not good!

Han Yuan's pupils shrank, and with the help of the strength of his waist, the whole person twisted back violently, and the Yin Moon Blade in his hand was immediately unsheathed, and it collided with a short knife stabbed in the chest. The short blades touched each other, making a sharp sound of "bang", and the powerful power made Han Yuan even feel numb, and he could barely hold the knife in his hand.

After failing to strike, the two of them each took a step back, looked at each other, and both bowed their bodies slightly and put on a vigilant fighting posture. Through the bright moonlight, Han Yuan saw the other party's face clearly - simple, honest, restrained, and a little childish young man. No matter how you look at it, it's just the most ordinary ordinary kid, and you can't find it when you throw it into the crowd.

Seeing this face, Han Yuan did not have the slightest surprise, and even had a sense of peace of mind that his guess had come true. He nodded at the other party as usual: "Senior Brother Meng." ”

Meng Fanlin's face became more and more difficult to look at, he sneered, and there was still a normal honest and timid look on his face: "I can't imagine that a character like Senior Brother Hanyuan actually knows me—then I can't let you go!"

In the face of Meng Fanlin, Han Yuan did not relax his vigilance in the slightest, but raised a hundredfold spirit. It's only been two or three days since I saw him, and Meng Fanlin has completely entered the first layer of Qi cultivation, stabilized his cultivation, and can truly be called a monk. This kind of cultivation speed made Han Yuan even more stunned.

As soon as they fought, Han Yuan's face changed. He looked at Meng Fanlin before, and he was just a new disciple at the first level of Qi cultivation. However, at this moment, Meng Fanlin was clearly a seventh-level Qi cultivator, but he didn't know what means he used to cover up his cultivation, and even many disciples didn't see it!

Not only that, Han Yuan felt more keenly that the purity of his spiritual power was far superior to that of ordinary outer disciples, and even the amount of spiritual power was comparable to that of ordinary Qi cultivation tenth-level cultivation. Even though it was only the seventh layer of Qi cultivation, the power that erupted was not to be underestimated. The weapons used by the two were short knives, and they fought back and forth dozens of times, and they were evenly matched, and neither of them could have the slightest advantage.

What shocked Han Yuan was that although Meng Fanlin's spiritual power was slightly inferior to him due to the restriction of cultivation, he was even better than him in terms of combat skills, and there was a faint intention to suppress him during the battle. Almost every move he made, Meng Fanlin was able to predict and take precautions in advance, which had never been done in the process of fighting people in the past. This discovery made him a little shocked, but it was more of an excitement of meeting an opponent in chess. The Yin Moon Blade in his hand and Meng Fanlin's short knife clanged and collided, and the Soul Breaking Thorn also became more and more fluent in the attacks again and again, and it had almost reached the realm of Xiaocheng.

Han Yuan was shocked in his heart, but he didn't know that Meng Fanlin was even more shocked beyond words, he couldn't imagine that Han Yuan had not only cultivated to the eleventh level of Qi cultivation, but even his combat skills were extremely rich, and he couldn't help but faintly regret that he had attacked rashly. It's a pity that the matter has come to this, and only by solving the cold abyss according to his original plan can he completely guarantee that his secret will not be exposed!

Meng Fanlin's eyes became more and more fierce, and the short knife in his hand flipped over, slashing towards the door of Han Yuan's face! Han Yuan protected his chest with his hand, and also made the Yin Moon Blade go upward. The two knives collided, and the short knife in Meng Fanlin's hand finally couldn't withstand the heavy attack from the inferior magic weapon, and broke apart with a click from the middle, spinning and flying out.

Without waiting for Han Yuan to be happy, a metal spike as thick as a little thumb burst out of thin air from the broken blade, and stabbed it fiercely towards Han Yuan's throat! This spike was really ingenious, avoiding all the defensive magic weapons that might exist in Han Yuan's body to attack his fragile throat, and it would be too late for the Yin Moon Blade in his hand to withdraw. In just a second, the spike would pierce Han Yuan's throat, and then blood gushed and the corpse fell to the ground!

Meng Fanlin's face already showed a smile that he was bound to win, but in the next second, a silver light rushed up, and his smile froze on his face. Just like the master who protected himself in the poison cave back then, the silver standing on the neckline of the cold abyss triumphantly held his small tongs, which was holding the small half of the spikes in it. Today's silver strength is about the tenth level of Qi training, how can a mere sneak attack spike resist its pincers?

With a missed blow, Meng Fanlin retreated sharply, narrowly and dangerously brushed the blade of the cold abyss, and dropped a strand of hair. He quickly clicked a few times in the air with both hands, and a jet-black ghost-headed banner faintly appeared in mid-air, and disappeared with a slight shake in the air. Just this shake gave birth to a large area of rich poisonous smoke, and Han Yuan only took a puff, and he felt weak and unable to move. It was as if I could hear the evil ghost's sinister cry and laughter, which made people's scalps tingle, as if their souls were about to be sucked away by this poisonous smoke.

Seeing Han Yuan engulfed in this black poisonous smoke, Meng Fanlin couldn't help but be proud and relaxed. His natal magic weapon, the Nightmare Soul Poison Banner, even if the power is not as strong as one-thousandth of the previous one, it is more than enough to capture this cold abyss. The so-called Tiger Falling Pingyang, if it weren't for the fact that his cultivation was lowly now, he could only barely drive it once, and a kid who practiced Qi at the eleventh level, where would he need to spend so much effort.

In the next second, Meng Fanlin's face changed greatly. He didn't expect that the cold abyss in front of him would break free from the poisonous smoke in an instant, and when he raised his hand, a very sharp silver light struck. He didn't have time to think about how his magic weapon could fail, and he turned sideways to dodge this mysterious knife.

However, before he could make a move to dodge and counterattack, Meng Fanlin felt that his neck was cold, a slight tingling sensation came, half of his body seemed to become numb, and his original movements stiffened suddenly. The soil under his feet suddenly became soft, and several wrist-thick vines rose from the ground, separating his hands and feet tightly, and he couldn't move.

He tilted his head slightly, just in time to see a thin turquoise vine clinging to his neck—no, it wasn't a vine, but a small turquoise snake spitting thin pink letters. Seeing him turn his head, he suddenly opened his mouth to reveal two sharp teeth, and pointed to two small marks on his skin, full of threat.