Now that Saint Qingyun has arrived, she can just settle the matter. Feng Han doesn't want to make the relationship too tense. As for the sect leader, he has his own way to solve it.
"If I don't come here, I'm afraid you guys will turn this Prisoner's Mountain upside down." Qimeng looked at Holy Son Qingyun angrily.
She didn't feel cold at all about Qingyun Shengzi's various attentiveness, and even thought that he was more or less seriously ill.
The good Holy Son must come here to seek death.
Who is Elder Fenghan?
When he was young, he was a well-known figure in the entire southern region. He was a young boy who wanted to challenge Feng Han just because he was the Holy Son. Isn't this looking for death?
"Uncle Feng, I'm really sorry. This happened because of me, and I feel guilty for involving you." Qimeng bowed slightly to Feng Han, her tone full of apologies, without the arrogance of the saint at all.
Feng Han looked at Qimeng and his expression softened a lot. He had nothing to say to the contemporary saint.
As for the Holy Son, he secretly shook his head.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to blame yourself. In the final analysis, I still blame me for breaking the sect's rules." Feng Han stopped and sighed slightly.
"This matter started because of me, and it will end because of me. I will make it clear today that Yanbei misunderstood me last time. I have never blamed him. No one will dare to cause trouble for him in the future."
, that means you have a hard time with me, Saint Qingyun!"
Qimeng actually had a bit of majesty on her body. As she spoke, she slightly glanced at the Holy Son Qingyun beside her, causing the other person's expression to turn gloomy immediately.
Isn’t the last sentence clearly addressed to the Holy Son?
In fact, Qimeng knocked Yan Bei unconscious with a palm and left. In the end, Qimeng had no involvement in the fact that he was imprisoned in Qilong Mountain. It was entirely planned by the Holy Son and wanted to take revenge on Yan Bei.
"As for my father, I will explain it. Uncle Feng doesn't need to worry. Yan Bei can leave Qilong Mountain now." Qimeng turned her head and continued to say to Feng Han.
After hearing this, Feng Han's face softened, and he quickly clasped his fists with a relieved smile on his face, "In this way, I will thank Your Highness the Saint."
If he really wanted to force Yan Bei to leave today, then he would undoubtedly have provoked the sect's majesty. Although he would not be punished in any way, it would make everyone feel embarrassed. The saint's move undoubtedly relieved Feng Han.
Wai.
Feng Han turned to Yan Bei beside him with a look of hatred on his face.
"Thank you, Your Highness the Saint." Yan Bei quickly realized that he still had a good impression of the Saint. After all, if someone else had ruined his innocence, he would never let it go.
Qimeng nodded and glanced at Yan's beautiful eyes, revealing a complicated look.
"Uncle Feng, this is the sect's Qi Gathering Pill. Thank you Ling'er for blocking that blow for me last time, otherwise my life or death would be uncertain now." Qimeng took out a pill from the space ring and handed it to Feng Han.
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Qi Gathering Pill!
This is a pill that can help monks in the Qi Refining Realm break through the Qi Sea Realm. Even the entire Qingyun Sect only has a few of them. Even if Feng Han wants to get it, it will take a lot of effort.
"The saint is too kind."
With a smile on his face, Feng Han finally accepted the elixir. After all, this was what Ling'er needed most at the moment.
"Now that the matter is over, I won't stay any longer." After Qimeng said her goodbyes, she disappeared into an afterimage.
Seeing Qimeng leaving, Holy Son Qingyun snorted coldly and left with two of his men. However, before he left, he took a deep look at Yan Bei, with no concealment of the murderous intent in his eyes.
Since Qimeng has said this, it is not good for him to intervene again at this time.
.....
After everyone left.
Fenghan came to the cave and said, "Yan'er, pack your things and let's go down the mountain."
Go down the mountain....
Yan Bei thought it was better to tell his master what he thought, as he didn't want to sneak back here every day.
"Master, I... don't want to go down the mountain." Yan Bei pondered for a moment and then expressed his thoughts.
Um?
Feng Han was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yan Bei with a strange expression.
Is this kid not sick? The environment in Prisonerlong Mountain is so bad that he still doesn’t want to leave?
Was the sect master really right?
"Don't want to go down the mountain? Are you afraid of the Holy Son's revenge?" Feng Han looked at Yan Bei with a disappointed look.
A possibility came to mind. After all, before leaving, Holy Son Qingyun glanced at Yan Bei with murderous intent. He thought Yan Bei was afraid that the Holy Son would take revenge after he left.
The path of spiritual practice is inherently against nature. The most taboo thing for monks is to be afraid. Most of these people will have difficulty achieving success.
So at this moment, Feng Han felt a little disappointed in Yan Bei.
"Master, although Prisoner Dragon Mountain has a harsh environment, it can hone your mind and is very suitable for my cultivation." Yan Bei shook his head and said with a calm face and a calm heart.
Practice?
Since the sign-in system was established, he only practiced once and lived a life of lying down.
"What nonsense! How can Prisoner Dragon Mountain be a place where you, with a low level of cultivation, can live permanently!" Feng Han looked angry, blowing his beard and staring at Yan Bei.
Practicing here?
Prisoner Dragon Mountain is shrouded in cold air all year round. Without the cultivation level of Qi Sea Realm, living here for a long time will cause the body to be invaded by the cold air, and eventually big problems will occur.
This is why Feng Han is eager to take Yan Bei down the mountain.
And when Yan Bei was imprisoned in Qi Longshan, he was only at the fifth level of Qi refining. How could he withstand the cold air here?
"By the way, I haven't tested your cultivation level for a month. What state have you reached now?" Feng Han turned around and said in a deep voice.
If this kid doesn't make any progress in his cultivation in one month, then it is completely nonsense to say that he is cultivating here.
Ever since Yan Bei practiced the Tianyan Introversion Technique, others have been unable to spy on his specific cultivation level. Even Feng Han, who was so close to him, could not discern it.
"Disciple...has reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining." Yan Bei hesitated for a moment and suppressed his own cultivation to the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining.
He did not reveal that he had broken through to the Thunder Tribulation Realm, after all, this was too shocking.
After Feng Han found out, he must have a lot of questions, and Yan Bei didn't know how to explain them yet.
"Well, yes, we have reached the ninth level of Qi Refining..." Feng Han was still immersed in the question of why Yan Bei wanted to stay in Qilong Mountain, so he responded casually.
But suddenly, Feng Han's expression suddenly stiffened, as if he had reacted.
"What!"
"What state did you say you reached?" Feng Han asked, looking at Yan Bei in disbelief.
"The peak of the ninth level of Qi refining..." Yan Bei's mouth twitched.
Looking at the master's expression, he knew that he must have raised his cultivation level. If he had known better, he should have kept a lower profile.
