The two of them looked at each other and saw horror in each other's eyes. Because they were so shocked, their breathing became rapid.
Li Yue's body trembled slightly, and he said via voice: "Senior...brother, what should we do now, should we..."
Before he could finish his words, Zhou Fei interrupted: "You are looking for death! You have seen his speed. I'm afraid that flying sword will kill us before we can run away."
Li Yue nodded with lingering fear and said: "His flying sword is very special."
Zhou Fei recalled the flying sword at Han Bin's feet, suddenly his body trembled, and he lost his voice: "That flying sword..."
Li Yue frowned and said, "Senior brother, what happened to the flying sword?"
Zhou Fei took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and said slowly: "If my guess is correct, it is a fake magic weapon. I have practiced it many times, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a fast speed." He said so.
He said, but he didn't believe it at all, because fake magic weapons were extremely rare, let alone refining them. As a disciple of the Refining Valley, he knew very well how long it took to refining a flying sword.
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Li Yue also widened his eyes, with a look of astonishment on his face, and said: "You... what are you talking about, that is a fake magic weapon, and it has been sacrificed many times?" After saying that, he opened his hands and started counting.
, If you want to sacrifice a fake flying sword for one round, it will take at least hundreds of years. If you want to sacrifice it for the second round and reach the same state of mind, it will take three hundred years. Oh my god...
At this point, Li Yue no longer believed it and said: "Brother, please stop joking with me. The speed of that flying sword has probably been refined to the point where the mind and spirit are the same. It's four hundred years! The longevity of a monk in the foundation building period
There are only five hundred years, and even if he started practicing and practicing sacrifices from his mother's womb, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to do it in such a short period of time."
At this point, Li Yue thought of something again and continued: "Also, you just said that he killed many people. This is impossible. How can a person have so much time? Don't tell me that he is extremely talented and has
Ten Star Spiritual Roots. Even so, it will take several decades to go from practicing in the strength training stage to the state of perfection in the foundation building stage! What’s more, that senior is probably not still hidden.
If he hides his cultivation, he may be a strong person in the Golden Core stage. If he is really a strong person in the Golden Core stage, it will take three rounds to practice until his mind is the same. Three rounds will not take more than a thousand years to achieve!" This idea has just come to an end.
Appeared, Li Yue was so shocked that the more he spoke, the more he continued to speak, the more impossible he felt. At this moment, he even felt that Han Bin was not a person, but a monster.
When Li Yue finished speaking, Zhou Fei only said one sentence in a condensed voice, "You can see that his magic weapon has the same mind, how can I not see it?"
Li Yue frowned and said depressedly: "Although I can see it, I really can't figure out how he did it."
Zhou Fei shrugged his shoulders, then spread his hands and said, "You can't figure it out, so how can I not figure it out." As he said that, he raised his head and glanced at the sky. The sun was shining directly down, and he raised his hand to block it.
In front of him, he said: "It's almost noon, let's not waste the opportunity and practice for a while!"
Li Yue was very uninterested in this proposal and waved his hand: "When you return to the valley, your cultivation will definitely be abolished. What else are you practicing? Why not enjoy your last time as a cultivator!"
Hearing this, Zhou Fei gave a bitter smile and said, "Not necessarily. If our senior is really a monk at the Golden Core Stage, the Valley Master may not punish us."
Li Yue looked puzzled, touched the back of his head and asked, "Why?"
Zhou Fei cast a magic spell on the gourd under his feet, then gave Li Yue a look that said, "Let's talk later," and flew to the ground. After landing on the ground, Zhou Fei saw Li Yue following him, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and said:
"You think about it, the Valley Master has the highest cultivation level, but he is only at the Golden Core stage. If there is another Golden Core stage strongman in the valley, will the surrounding sects still treat us like that? After buying the magic weapon, they will not give it to us.
Our Jinwushi?"
Li Yue's eyes lit up and he said: "Listening to what you said, it seems that not only will we not be punished, but the Valley Master will also reward us."
Zhou Fei smiled slightly and said: "Don't be too happy too early. We'd better make two plans." After saying that, he was about to enter the practice, but he saw a red streak ten miles away in the direction of Han Bin.
The light soared into the sky, and the light flashed, and then a large amount of Yang energy condensed in that direction and quickly poured into Han Bin's body.
The two stood up at the same time, and when their consciousness fell in front of Han Bin, they couldn't help but open their mouths.
Shifang Continent, within a mountain range within the Ming Empire.
At this moment, Wang Feng and Ling Shuangshuang each opened a cave. The latter was just about to enter the cave when Wang Feng suddenly shouted: "Shuangshuang."
Ling Shuangshuang stopped and said, "Senior Brother Wang, what's the matter?"
Wang Feng patted the storage bag on his waist, took out a lot of things, handed them to her and said, "Here are these things for you." Among these things, there are weapon refining materials, medicinal materials, and countless pills.
Seeing so many pills, Ling Shuangshuang couldn't help but be stunned and said, "You want to give me all these things?" She did not ask Wang Feng why he had so many things, because this question was not important.
Wang Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Han Bin gave these things to you, so just accept them!"
Hearing Han Bin's name, Ling Shuangshuang felt an inexplicable pain and choked up: "I don't know what happened to him, why? Why did he give these things to you? Let you bring them to me." These things are extremely precious, many of them are precious.
The value is continuous. Han Bin taking out these things can only explain one problem - Han Bin has guessed that this battle will have a narrow escape.
Wang Feng quickly walked up to Ling Shuangshuang and comforted him: "Don't think so much, just save your condolences!"
Hearing this, Ling Shuangshuang's face darkened, and he said angrily: "No, he won't die, no way..." He said this, but he didn't believe it in his heart. The scene where Han Bin was chased by Dong Guang
, she also saw it. A strong person in the Nascent Soul stage has such a high level of cultivation that he can destroy the world with just a raise of his hand. Han Bin would never be able to escape from the opponent's hands.
Wang Feng bit his lower lip and smiled bitterly: "I also hope he is not dead, but we can't deceive ourselves, especially you. If you really like him, you should avenge him." At this point, he sighed,
He continued: "The fate between me and Han Bin is gone. He saved me, but destroyed Tianming Sect. At this point, it is impossible for me to help him avenge him."
"I don't think he's dead either." At this time, a voice suddenly remembered and echoed in the ears of the two of them.
The two of them felt that the voice was extremely familiar, and looked for it. Not far away, an old man wearing a red robe was walking slowly. When they saw the old man's appearance, their whole bodies trembled like an electric shock. Ling
Both of them subconsciously took a step back and said in fear: "You...are you a human or a ghost?"
Wang Feng's consciousness moved and landed on the old man. When he found that there was still life in the old man, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then he cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Wei, what happened? Why are you here?"
The old man in front of him was none other than Han Bin's first master, Wei Peng.
Wei Peng smiled slightly, walked up to the two of them in a few steps, and asked with a smile: "You also think I am dead?" His cultivation has improved a lot compared to thirty years ago, and he has reached the level of foundation building.
The mid-term realm.
Wang Feng smiled bitterly and said: "Uncle Wei, I don't mean that, I'm just curious, how did you get out of the prison?"
Wei Peng touched the beard on his chin, raised his head, and said proudly: "Those broken formations in the prison can trap others, but they can't trap me. I have a lot of magical powers, if I want to leave
, no one can stop me." Thirty years later, his appearance has become older, and his cultivation has also improved. The only thing that has not changed is probably his bragging temperament.
After hearing this, the two looked at each other. For a moment, they didn't know where to start, and their expressions became awkward.
Wei Peng did not pay attention to the expressions of the two people, and continued proudly and with a good feeling: "You saw the battle between Han Bin and Dong Guang, right?" Seeing the two men nodding, he continued: "Let me tell you, thirty years ago
, I thought Han Bin was a talent and knew that his future was limitless, so I accepted him as a disciple. I haven’t found a disciple for so many years just to wait for him."
"And..." Wei Peng became more and more excited as he talked, and he put on a posture, as if he would never give up until he finished speaking. He sat on a stone next to him, and then I rolled up my sleeves and said loudly like a storyteller on the bridge,
"I devoted myself to cultivating Taoism, and finally understood the secrets of heaven and earth. That night, I saw the purple star suddenly shining brightly, and I knew that a strong man was born. I counted with my fingers and found my disciple, so..."
An hour later, Wei Peng continued to speak, and his words became more and more like a storyteller.
The two of them could listen at first, but by the end, they couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't interrupt, so they had to turn their attention aside.
In this way, after another hour, Wei Peng was a little tired from talking, coughed slightly, and said: "You two, what did I just say?" After saying that, he straightened his waist and patted the clothes.
Dust. With this look, all the disciples of Han Bin's generation knew that Wei Peng was waiting for his disciples to praise him!
Wang Feng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and saw that Wei Peng kept looking at him, so he had to bite the bullet and said: "Master, I haven't seen you for decades. You can't help but improve your cultivation. You have also improved a lot in your talking skills."
." He said the last sentence very fast, so fast that even he himself couldn't understand what he was saying.
Wei Peng frowned and said slightly angrily: "What did you say in the last sentence?"
Seeing that Wei Peng was angry, Wang Feng twitched his face, gritted his teeth, imitated other people's flattery, and said: "Uncle, I mean, uh... what you just said was so good, it's unprecedented.
, there will never be another one. The disciples were so mesmerized and had endless aftertaste. I still haven’t heard enough at this moment..."
"Since you like to listen so much, I'll tell you two more paragraphs later." As soon as Wei Peng finished speaking, Wang Feng's face turned as pale as a bitter gourd, and he wanted to slap himself in the face.
Wei Peng's eyes fell on Ling Shuangshuang and said, "What do you think of what I just said?"
Ling Shuangshuang did not answer Wei Peng's words, but asked the question she was most concerned about. She only heard her ask: "Uncle Wei, I really want to know where you went after you escaped?"
When Wei Peng heard this, he didn't want to answer, but he saw the look of expectation in Ling Shuang's eyes. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "For the sake of saving my Han Bin, I will tell you!" he thought.
After a moment, he said slowly: "Back then, I also thought that I was going to become immortal, so I told the disciples guarding the mountain to give me a month to see the Ming Empire for the last time. Later, when I came to the Jiutian Mountains, I didn't expect to encounter someone.