Han Feng has been sleeping for half a month, and the murder of Liu Gongping's grandson has gradually been diluted.

However, the Qingyang League made an action. They asked the only surviving Qingyang League monk to depict Han Feng's appearance and carved a portrait. He issued a pursuit order throughout Zhongzhou. Anyone who brought the head of this monk would reward 50,000 top-grade spirit stones!

This kind of hunting order has not been cancelled or completed in the Central Continent, and at least hundreds of thousands of tickets are as many as hundreds of thousands. Every day, cultivators will offend major forces and issue hunting orders. However, hunting orders rewarded by 50,000 top-grade spirit stones are really rare. 50,000 top-grade spirit stones can be equal to 500,000 ordinary-grade spirit stones. Even in the area of ​​the Central Continent with abundant spiritual energy, it is still a considerable number.

Many monks who relied on the hunting order to make a living were ready to move and began to take Han Feng's portrait and search for his traces.

In addition, the Qingyang Alliance also provided an approximate location where Han Feng was. When they killed Liu Boyi, they were in the Beihai realm. Although the Beihai was also a boundless area, it was better than wandering around the entire Zhongzhou. Many monks who were licking blood at the edge of the knife flocked into the Beihai realm, holding notices of Han Feng's portrait everywhere, asking the residents if they had seen this person.

However, what is strange is that the temple did not make any major moves. It was so quiet that it neither issued a pursuit order nor ordered the monks to chase Han Feng, because people with identities in the temple felt that Han Feng would undoubtedly die, and there was nothing worth chasing.

Although the high priest was severely injured, at the moment when the Tianji Technique was rejected by the mysterious power, he borrowed the Tianji Technique to seriously injured Han Feng's soul. What kind of cultivation is the high priest? A small cultivator in the third level of Xuan Po, will undoubtedly die!

Issuing a hunting order is a waste of resources, of course this is just what they think...

If the high priest who was sure that Han Feng would die knew that this person was now lively, I wonder what he would feel.

Han Feng was reborn after Nirvana, and his soul could be recovered even if it was broken. Although he was seriously injured by the temple priest borrowed the Heavenly Magic Soul and was seriously injured by the soul for fifteen days, within a few days, his body of essence was restored and there was no serious injury at all.

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Crescent Island, named after its terrain like a crescent moon, is a small island in the North Sea, with a width of only a few hundred miles. It lives in many ordinary fishermen and makes a living by fishing. Of course, there are also some monks who go to the sea to hunt monsters and come here to rest.

Beside the beach of the island, there is an endless deep blue sea. The waves are rolling, and the water splashes flood the beach, and then quickly fade away. The crisp sound of water sounds makes people feel comfortable and comfortable.

A woman wearing a purple long dress and beautiful face was walking on the beach with Han Feng's arm in his arms. This woman was Zhu Ran. The two of them had never walked by the beach so peacefully for more than a year. This was a pity for the romantic feelings that little women wanted in Zhu Ran's heart.

"Recently, several monks have looked for you with your portrait. Should we avoid it?" Zhu Ran said.

"We can hide for a while, but we can't hide for a lifetime, so why should we hide?" Han Feng looked at the vast sea with deep eyes. What he longed for now is strength. Only with strength can he level the temple and rescue Mulanrou. Only with strength can he protect his beloved woman and family.

In the martial arts world, if you don’t become stronger, you will be slaughtered by others.

Therefore, Han Feng chose to become stronger, and his dream was the path to the emperor, which would inevitably go through countless battles.

The sea rolled up thousands of waves, constantly slapped the beach, and quickly faded away. Han Feng looked at the sea and felt something was wrong. He felt that the spiritual energy here suddenly became extremely abundant. He felt that it was urged to sit cross-legged and absorb essence to practice immediately. He asked: "Although Zhongzhou is abundant in spiritual energy, this ordinary seaside should not have such a strong spiritual energy?"

"It's really strange. There are many places with abundant spiritual energy in Zhongzhou, but it is impossible for a large amount of spiritual energy to suddenly appear on the beach, which is like a scene where a strange treasure emerges suddenly and a spiritual energy surges out in an instant." Zhu Ran said his guess.

"Extraordinary Treasure?" Han Feng suddenly remembered the big yellow dog far away in the sky. When that guy heard the word "Extraordinary Treasure", he would definitely pull Han Feng to investigate.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the sea was surging, and a huge vortex appeared not far from Han Feng. The entire ground of Crescent Island was trembling slightly, and an extremely rich spiritual energy emerged from the extremely rotating vortex, which was much stronger than the spiritual energy within a hundred levels of the Wu Family Holy Land. If Han Feng could practice here for a few months, it would be absolutely possible to advance to the spiritual realm.

"If you can enter the vortex and practice for a few months, your strength will definitely be able to advance quickly." Han Feng also had this idea in his heart, and he felt eager to try it out.

"There must be a strange treasure in that vortex, but I feel it is very dangerous, so it's better not to act rashly." Zhu Ran seemed a little alert.

Many monks who were recuperating or resting on Crescent Island also felt the ground shaking. Many experienced Taoists had a very sensitive sense of smell and shouted: "Hahahaha, the earth shaking and spiritual energy flowing. It is definitely a sign of the birth of a strange treasure. We are lucky!"

"I have been circulating in the martial arts world for more than hundreds of years. This is the first time that I have encountered such a large number of spiritual energy suddenly rushing towards me. I guess the strange treasure that will be born this time is not simple!" An old monk in the spiritual realm's eyes shining. On this small island, there are definitely not many masters in the spiritual realm. This time he has a great chance to win the strange treasure!

Although the Crescent Island is small, there are no less than 200 cultivators here. Feeling the abnormal movements from the sea, they all sacrificed magic weapons to rush towards the sea. There are young monks at the eleven or twelve years old, acquired monks, more innate monks and Xuan monks, and there are no less than a dozen old monks at the psychic realm.

When Han Feng's divine thoughts saw about two hundred cultivators coming towards the beach, he couldn't help but sigh at the strength of Zhongzhou again. There were two hundred cultivators on a small island and more than a dozen masters in the spiritual realm. These dozen psychic cultivators were placed in the Heavenly Realm Continent, so they could definitely be considered a medium- and large-scale force. If a dragon-transforming power came, it would be a holy land of a generation!

"Hahaha, it's my Qingyang Alliance that appears on this small island!" Several cultivators from the first level of the Qingyang Alliance laughed. They were all middle-aged men in their decades. In Zhongzhou, there were many cultivators who could reach the psychic realm before the age of fifty, but they were also considered excellent talents. However, there were not many people who could break through the second level of the psychic realm before the age of fifty. When the psychic realm went up, each level had a huge difference.

"It's really disappointing. In this small place, you can actually meet a few cultivators in the Qingyang League in the spiritual realm." Han Feng looked at the monks unhappily. At this moment, he had already used the disguise technique that Zhu Ran taught him at the beginning to slightly change his appearance. As long as the strong man with his cultivation level is lower than that in the Dragon Realm, it is generally difficult to understand his true appearance.

The voice was not loud, but the divine consciousness of the monks in the spiritual realm was already very terrifying. They could hear the movements of several miles. Seeing Han Feng say such words, the monks from the Qingyang League were immediately angry. A middle-aged monk in the spiritual realm stood up and said, "Boy, it's best to pay attention to your tone, otherwise the uncle will slap your mouth right away!"

Beihai has always been the management scope of Qingyang League. On Crescent Island, most of them are Qingyang League cultivators. There are no less than a hundred Qingyang League cultivators present. All the eyes of those people hit Han Feng. Several people sarcastically said: "This young man must be stupid. He dared to say that he was disappointed to meet us in our territory..."

"There are many people who don't want to survive, and there is no shortage of him."

Hundreds of Qingyang League monks present did not care about the weak Han Feng and the others. Instead, they were very interested in the beauty next to Han Feng. If they could borrow it for one night, they would be willing to spend ten years of their life.

Many other monks showed strange expressions on their faces. When they said such words on the Qingyang League territory, they were obviously seeking death.

However, when other spiritual cultivators discovered Han Feng's cultivation level, they were slightly surprised and said, "This young man is not simple. At this age, he has the third level of Xuantai cultivation, and at least he is an elite disciple of a major sect."

They dare not exaggerate. Generally, in Zhongzhou, the personal disciples of the Holy Lord are in the spiritual realm. Han Feng is only in the third realm of Xuan Po. Although he is not weak, he is not the strongest wave!

"Hey, boy is impatient, right? My master asked you and you pretended not to answer. Be careful that I will smash your mouth now!" A young monk from Qingyang League immediately stood up and looked arrogant when he saw Han Feng ignore his master's inquiry.

"Noisy." Han Feng was a little annoyed. He took out the form of the travel character and stepped out in one step. The speed was extremely fast, as fast as the breeze. He directly slapped the young monk's face and stepped back step by step, standing in his original position. The whole process was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.

"Bang!"

A crisp slap sounded, and a fiery red five-finger mark appeared on the young monk's face. Han Feng's physical strength was so powerful that the slap was directly smashed into the man's mouth, and his face was a little distorted and deformed.

The young monk was in great pain and was directly pulled to the ground. This was the result of Han Feng's mercy. With this person's innate realm cultivation, Han Feng could completely kill him instantly.

After a while, the man came to his senses and found that he had been slapped in the face. He stood up in a shaky way, pointed at Han Feng's nose and scolded, "Damn, are you looking for death?"

Although he knew that the cultivation level of this young man was terrifying, his Qingyang League had many people and Han Feng did not dare to attack, so the young monk dared to stand up and point at Han Feng's nose and curse.

On the beach, after a moment of silence, a burst of laughter suddenly sounded. Many monks saw that the young man's mouth was beaten and his face was distorted. He suddenly felt ridiculed. He just said that he wanted to slap Han Feng's mouth, but now he was slapped by someone. This monk who has no ability but still likes to clamor is the most despised.
Chapter completed!