"Junior brother, why are you so panicked?" Yao Wuxin was closest to Han Feng's room, so he was the first to come after hearing the sound. As soon as his footsteps fell at the door, he saw Han Feng kicking open the door and running out with a terrified look. He was even following a flying sword behind him, poking him straight away!

Yao Wuxin's eyes were dull and could not react for a moment to react to what happened. He said in surprise, "Junior brother, what is this? Why did he fly by himself? It seems that he is very close to you?"

"Get close?" Han Feng was almost collapsed when he heard this. A few blue veins on his forehead burst out, and he ran to roar.

"Tell me, this thing wants to cut off my head in minutes. Is this called closeness?!"

"Why don't you come and get close to him?"

Han Feng roared loudly, and he didn't dare to slacken at all, for fear that he would be pierced by the spirit sword for a moment.

He ran all the way, and at the same time he used the blue cloud step. In an instant, the green light flashed, and he almost walked in the wind.

But even so, he could not get rid of the fatal killing weapon behind him. Instead, he ran away Yao Wuxin without a trace.

"Senior sister, help me!"

"Here you come, why are you yelling?" Li Qianqian disagreed. She was about to take a nap when she heard Han Feng next door screaming like a pig, which was abnormal.

She pushed open the door and walked out, laughing and said, "Junior Brother Han, what's the matter? Can you scare your cold little medical immortal?"

However, before she could finish her words, she ran over to Han Feng with a flashing flying sword and rushed over. She was about to stop the sword, but unexpectedly, it was too fast. She had already broken through the defense line before taking action and galloped away.

Li Qianqian's pupils condensed and she was as stupid as a wooden chicken.

"Did I overslept and have hallucinations?"

"No, it must be a dream. I'll go back and wake up."

Han Feng was unexpectedly expecting that the sword would fly so fast that even Li Qianqian, who was prepared, could not block it. It seemed that he could only run all the way to the main hall to seek the help of Li Qianshang.

The flying sword seemed a little tired, and it slowed down slightly, but it still followed slowly without falling behind at all.

He became more and more tired as he ran, and was about to lose his strength, and the outline of the main hall finally appeared in front of him.

"Master, help me!"

"Disciple, when is it so noisy? - I'll go!" Li Qianshang just responded and saw Han Feng running around a stone pillar in the main hall.

"Is that a spiritual sword behind you?"

Han Feng was sweating profusely and panted, nodding desperately, "That's right, I just thought about refining a spiritual treasure. Unexpectedly, this spiritual treasure was about to kill me as soon as it was released. I ran all the way from my room to here, and even my senior brothers and sisters couldn't stop me!"

"Master, please help me quickly, I'm going to lose my strength."

"Hahaha, you stupid boy, it's still a waste of effort to make trouble for so long. As the saying goes, spiritual treasures are tools that give birth to spiritual intelligence. Of course, they have to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors. They are refined by you, and of course they have to recognize their masters. That's why they keep following you." Li Qianshang shook his head helplessly. In terms of knowledge, Han Feng is indeed far away from his peers, but compared to his palace master, he is still far apart.

"Recognize the master? But the direction it aims at is my head. I will be poked to death as soon as I stop!" Han Feng complained with a frown. He also wanted to stop and rest, but he would never have to take this life on his own.

"Come on, stop for me, and I'm almost fainted when I run around." Li Qianshang clapped his hands suddenly and grabbed Han Feng.

I saw that the spirit sword did not diminish at all, but turned around and came straight towards Han Feng’s eyebrows!

"It's over. I can't escape now. I'm going to die in the hands of the spiritual treasure I have refined today. It's so miserable..." Han Feng's heart suddenly became extremely dark. He closed his eyes and just waited for death.

A chill came from his forehead, as if the sword had pierced his forehead and pierced his soul.

Seeing his look of death, Li Qianshang couldn't help laughing out loud. His white beard trembled and patted him hard on the back, allowing him to open his eyes and see clearly what he had given birth.

Han Feng rubbed his cheeks and seemed to be alive, so he opened his eyes.

The sword just lit a slight slightly on his forehead, dripping a little blood from his eyebrows. Then the sword resonated and suddenly shone with a huge light, as if it had absorbed the drop of blood, and then it truly transformed into a primary spiritual treasure.

"You've hurt me so badly." Han Feng burst into tears and smiled, touched the spirit sword floating in the air happily, and said, "Do you know that I almost ran to death for you and I just took it over in one breath."

The sword seemed to understand Han Feng's words, shook his body, shook the hilt again, and began to write something on the ground.

"This spiritual treasure is so smart! He can even write!" Han Feng was stunned and looked back at Li Qianshang. He saw that the latter looked unprecedented. Obviously, he had never heard of any spiritual treasure that could be able to write.

Li Qianshang just heard a long time ago that if a powerful person with supernatural powers happens to be sealed or refined into an object when he falls into death, then the object will become a spiritual treasure, and it is also called a magic treasure.

So far, no divine treasure has appeared in the ancient spirit empire. Could it be that Han Feng’s spiritual sword is one of them?

"It's unlikely. This kid is a spirit that he has refined himself. How could he have generated spiritual intelligence? There must be something strange about it. Let me visit the master another day before talking about it." Li Qianshang sorted out his thoughts and left this doubt behind.

The spirit sword was extremely slow to write, outlining every stroke, and it was obvious that it was not strong enough, so a few marks could only be carved on the blue tiles and mud bricks.

But Li Qianshang and Han Feng were not in a hurry. Instead, they observed the action of the spirit sword very carefully, as if they were looking at a treasure from the ancient times. Both of them were very cautious, for fear that they would be scared by accident and could not continue writing.

Han Feng suddenly poked Li Qianshen with his elbow and asked in a low voice: "Master, how much is the spiritual treasure I refined usually worth?"

Li Qianshang couldn't help but shiver his eyebrows and said annoyedly: "You turtle lord, you know money all day long. Do you know how much it takes to refine such spiritual treasures? I guess you must have taken a lot of magic pills. Besides, you have all your blood and you will recognize your master. Unless you die and your soul is destroyed, you will never get rid of the contract between these spiritual treasures in your life."

"Ah? Can't you go back on your contract?" The glare in Han Feng's eyes dimmed. It was obvious that he could not make money by making money.

"But then again, if I could use this spiritual sword to refine the sword technique I had learned before, it might be useful in the future, and I could have multiple backup plans in life and death." Han Feng muttered to himself, obviously also a little moved by this spiritual treasure.

Han Feng waved his hand and looked so arrogant, "Ling Jian - Knead, no, look at you, you are crystal clear and white as snow, just call you Mengshuang. From now on, I will be your master, so you must be obedient."

The spirit sword seemed to ignore his majestic momentum, but still carved words on the bricks and tiles.

This sudden embarrassment made Han Feng a little panicked. If the Spirit Sword was not very obedient in the future, it would have made him much more difficult.

I followed a follower who didn't want to listen to you, but couldn't get rid of it. Anyone would be unhappy if I put this matter on me!

"Ahem, Mengshuang, do you agree at least, if I tell you, for example, shake the sword body, shake the hilt of the sword, or make the sound of the sword sound."

At this moment, the spirit sword stopped to portray it. Han Feng and Li Qianshang looked down and saw that two words could barely be seen clearly on the bricks and tiles.

Great Wilderness.

"Dahuang? Master, what is Dahuang? Why I have never heard of it?" Han Feng blinked, but he felt that the name sounded very familiar.

"Oh by the way!" He suddenly patted his head and recalled what Han Juechen said to him at that time.

"If one day you can come to the Great Wilderness, I can help you solve the root of this nightmare."

Han Feng said in surprise: "My grandfather told me before that this great wilderness can remove the demonic energy of the heavenly evil in my body, untie my demonic essence, and let me return to normal. I will not lose control from time to time in the future!"

Li Qianshang nodded and said, "The secret treasures are everywhere in the Great Wilderness, but they are also accompanied by great danger. But the more dangerous the place is, the more likely it is to have good opportunities. I think your grandfather should not lie to you."

"Can you come from the Great Wilderness?" Han Feng looked at the spiritual sword curiously. The spotless sword body and transparent and clean appearance did not look like a treasure that had been passed down from that time in ancient times.

Couldn’t those ancient spiritual treasures be covered with rust and rotten wood and mud?

The spirit sword suddenly turned around and pointed forward to the ground with the hilt of the sword.

"He is nodding!" Han Feng exclaimed, he didn't expect that this spiritual sword could really communicate with him, and there were no obstacles!

"It's strange. Boy, you're afraid you've made a great treasure this time." Li Qianshang looked at him with admiration, "But you have to put this spiritual sword in your hand. If you take it out from time to time, you might be attracted by some bad intentions. One day you will be killed and killed and robbed." As he said that, Li Qianshang also wiped his palm around his neck, making a killing move.

These words scared Han Feng and got goosebumps. Without saying anything, he hurriedly took the spirit sword back into his pocket.

"No matter what, you will call it Mengshuang Sword in the future!" Han Feng was too domineering and gave the name to the Great Wilderness Spirit Treasure left from ancient times.

"I don't think you attached the spirit to him, but you just awakened the spirit sword with your spiritual power. Otherwise, it would be unlikely that you could create a spiritual treasure just by just your elixirs." Li Qianshang said meaningfully.

"Junior brother, what's going on? What about that strange thing flying around?" At the same time, Yao Wuxin and Li Qianqian also ran over and asked about the reasons for the strange things that had just happened.

"Ah, nothing." Han Feng smiled and looked at Li Qianshang, "It's just a flying sword with a spirit. I've already surrendered. It's in my pocket." As he said that, he also patted his bulging Qiankun bag.
Chapter completed!