Sword splits the universe

Xiao Bing'er responded, took a peek into the depths of the ice cave, and finally followed Mu Di out of the ice cave.

However, this scene was noticed by many caring people. From then on, Yunyue Sect often spread topics that made Han Feng laugh and cry.

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Time passed quickly, and a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the disciples of Yunyue Sect were all discussing one person, and that person was Han Feng.

The story of Han Feng's breaking into the third critical point of the Ice Cave was widely spread, making the entire Yunyue Sect disciples know about it.

In their view, this is a big deal. The third critical point of the Ice Cave, except for the core disciples, no official disciple can go there.

Of course, except for some old disciples who are over 30 or [-] years old, but they are not considered official disciples. Yunyue Sect has a rule. Go down the mountain to take care of some things down the mountain. To put it bluntly, I just sent you to do chores because you are not talented.

Han Feng is quite well-known in Yunyue Sect, but some people will still be unconvinced. After all, in the Ice Cave, there are many tricks. This does not explain the opponent's strength at all.

However, Han Feng himself didn't know anything about these things. Even if he knew, he wouldn't bother with Han Feng's temper. He didn't care about these false names.

At the bottom of the ice cave, Han Feng seemed to be wrapped in a silk cocoon at the moment, and countless thin white silk threads surrounded him layer by layer.

Han Feng himself is like a sleeping baby, with his eyes closed, lying on the white silk thread with a peaceful expression, allowing the white silk thread to slowly blend into his body.

After an unknown amount of time, red and blue rays of light suddenly appeared on Han Feng's body, and the two colors of light flowed together, and Han Feng's originally quiet face showed a look of ferocity and pain.

"boom!〃

A wave of air erupted from Han Feng's body, directly shaking all the white silk threads around him, and even the Ice Soul Spirit Orb that had been floating above his head trembled slightly for a while.

"Ah! It's so comfortable, but what did it feel like just now?"

Han Feng raised his hands, stretched his waist, and scratched his head again, only remembering that he seemed to fall asleep before he knew it, and then he was awakened by a strong heat and cold.

"You still know how to wake up, I thought you would sleep for another month!" Emperor Yuan teased.

Han Feng was startled, then smiled and said, "Senior, stop joking."

"Do I look like a joker! You have slept for a whole month, and you are comfortable, but I, a wretched old man with only a soul left, still want to protect you!" Emperor Yuan yelled, hating iron for being weak.

Han Feng opened his mouth with an incredulous expression on his face. He really didn't expect that he could sleep for a month, so he hurriedly checked whether his Yin-Yang formula had fallen.

"Uh uh, my Yin-Yang Jue seems to be at the fourth level!" Han Feng said pleasantly.

Emperor Yuan snorted twice, and said in a bad mood, "If you weren't still practicing while asleep, I would have woken you up early!"

Han Feng rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and glanced at the Ice Soul Orb reluctantly, "It seems that it's time to go out and look for the pill that increases the chance of breaking through to become a martial artist!"

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On the bustling streets of Yunyue Sect, Han Feng was looking around with a big bag in his hand, and from time to time, some outside disciples greeted him respectfully.

"It's here!"

Han Feng saw a relatively high-end shop, and walked in slowly. As soon as he entered the shop, before he had time to watch, someone walked over.

"Hello, may I help you?" A middle-aged man in expensive clothes came over and asked Han Feng when he saw that Han Feng was wearing a formal disciple's clothes.

In Yunyue Sect, official disciples still have a relatively high status, and the number of them is relatively small. In the Yunyue Sect of Nuo University, there are less than 500 official disciples. difficult.

"I want to sell some things and buy some pills by the way."

Han Feng wanted to sell some useless items on his body while looking for pills to increase the probability of advancement, and he could also sell a lot of primordial stones.

The middle-aged man had a happy expression on his face, the things sold by official disciples must not be that bad.

"Please come with me!" The middle-aged man made a gesture of invitation, and brought Han Feng to a counter.

Han Feng didn't hesitate, and directly took out the mysterious weapons, spiritual herbs and other items he had harvested in the Xuanyu, as well as the corpses of monsters captured in the ice cave.

"Is this... all sold?" The middle-aged man couldn't believe his eyes. The items Han Feng brought out were all high-end goods, such as second-level mysterious soldiers, spirit grass and monsters.

"Yes, they're all for sale. You just make an offer, and if it's reasonable, it will all be yours." Han Feng waved his hands.

"Please let me ask someone to take an inventory. Wait for a while." The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said respectfully.

Then he beckoned a waiter to come over, and after giving some instructions, he smiled at Han Feng and said, "I don't know what pills you need, our store has everything you need, and it's definitely not less than those pill shops, and it's also cheaper." .〃

This middle-aged man is also a shrewd person. He knew that Han Feng was not a simple person, so he tried his best to establish a good relationship so that he could visit him frequently in the future.

Han Feng pondered for a while, then asked: "I wonder if you have any pills that increase the chance of promotion, the higher the rank, the better."

The middle-aged man's complexion changed, he looked around nervously, and found that no one was paying attention, so he tugged at the corner of Han Feng's clothes.

"If it's convenient, little brother, can you go upstairs to talk with me?" said the middle-aged man.

Han Feng was a little puzzled, but he was not afraid that this person would have any plans for him, so he followed.

When we came to the second floor, the things displayed here were obviously much better than those on the first floor, but Han Feng couldn't catch his eyes. He shook his head with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

The middle-aged man didn't care when he saw this, he just smiled meaningfully and continued to bring Han Feng to the third floor.

"Huh? Here..."

Looking at the items on the third floor, Han Feng felt keenly that there were barriers all around. If it wasn't for the precious items, he would not have paid so much attention to them.

Seeing Han Feng's surprised eyes, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Little brother, please don't be offended. Just now you said that you want to increase the chance of promotion, so I brought you upstairs. After all, there are too many people on the first floor. 〃

Han Feng nodded, but still didn't understand what this person meant.

The middle-aged man pondered and said: "I, Xiao Shi, is the manager of this place. All affairs, big and small, are under my control. This shop also belongs to the sect."

Han Feng's heart shuddered, no wonder Xiao Shi dared to say that all the pills in the entire sect were available here, and feelings belonged to the sect's own trading point!

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