Bang, Elder Feng's palm was easily blocked by Han Yi. He looked at Han Yi in astonishment, unable to react for a moment.
"You are so powerful." Elder Feng glared, took several steps, and six afterimages emerged from his body. At a glance, it was impossible to tell where his true body was.
"Nine steps of wind dance, Dacheng." Han Yi recognized that spiritual skill. During the competition in the outer palace, some disciples also used it, but those disciples in the Lingzong period could only pull out two afterimages at most, and the realm was simply impossible.
Compared with Elder Feng at the half-step Spirit King stage.
"I have good eyesight. I have almost perfected the nine steps of Feng Wu. I heard that your boy has also practiced a good physical and spiritual skill. Why don't you come and compete with me."
"Since Elder Feng is so elegant, Han Yi will naturally accompany him." Han Yi smiled slightly and took a step forward. The flash of light was instantly aroused to the extreme. His identity was divided into three, and the three identical Han Yis suddenly moved at high speed in the hall.
Elder Feng looked at the three Han Yi with a serious look on his face. Although he had not yet broken through the Spirit King stage, his spiritual power, which had already reached the half-step Spirit King stage, was naturally much stronger than that of many monks who were at the peak of the late Spirit General stage. But.
In his perception, the auras of these three Han Yis were exactly the same, no matter whether they were strong or weak, or the fluctuations of their spiritual power.
"Since you can't tell the difference, then I will break your body skills." Elder Feng's face turned pale, and the breath of the Half-Step Spirit King was released without reservation. His speed suddenly increased, and in a few flashes, a Korean came to him.
Next to Yi, he struck with a palm, and the speed of the attack was almost as fast as that of a real Spirit King monk.
Buzzing, dozens of extremely solid blue-gold wind blades surrounded Elder Feng's body, flying out with his movements and slashing directly at Han Yi.
Han Yi grinned, revealing a faint smile. He moved his feet, his speed increased sharply, and he suddenly disappeared under Elder Feng's attack. The dozens of wind blades lost their target and flew around under Elder Feng's control.
return.
"It's so fast." Elder Feng said in surprise.
He formed a seal with his right hand and swung it out quickly, and suddenly thousands of blue-gold wind blades emerged, almost filling the entire hall.
"change."
The thousands of wind blades formed a huge storm that swirled in the hall, and Han Yi had no way to avoid it.
"Elder Feng, you are too serious." Han Yi smiled bitterly, "Other disciples probably wouldn't be able to take your move."
"Hmph, I hear what you mean, I can't do anything to you with this move."
"This move of yours is indeed very powerful. Each wind blade is blessed by Gang Qi. It can be said to be effortless against the Spirit General Stage monks, but compared with the Spirit King Stage monks, there is still some gap." Han Yi said calmly.
commented.
"You brat, do you think you're righteous just because you can see how I'm attacking?" Elder Feng's face darkened. Although he is the monk closest to the Spirit King stage in the Ling Mansion, he has been stuck at this level for hundreds of years.
Han Yi said this, which naturally hit the painful spot in his heart.
"Storm of Ten Thousand Blades."
Elder Feng shouted low and waved his hand, and the wind blades flew at a terrifying speed and slashed towards the three Han Yi.
The whole hall was filled with the sound of the air being torn apart by wind blades, which made people's scalp numb. However, Han Yi looked at those terrifying wind blades with a calm expression. Now that he has broken through the Spirit King stage, he naturally won't watch the wind.
The elder saw this attack in his eyes.
The three Han Yi raised their sword fingers at the same time, and lightning arcs emerged and surrounded their right arms. The silver thunder was blazing and violent. The moment before the wind blade arrived, Han Yi suddenly thrust out his sword fingers.
All the lightning arcs were shot out, splitting into tiny electric wires in the air, as gorgeous and beautiful as fiery trees and silver flowers, but revealing the danger of death. Bang bang bang, the wind blades exploded one after another, and in the blink of an eye, all the wind blades in the hall
They were all cleared by the electric wires sent by Han Yi.
Elder Feng on the opposite side looked in disbelief when he saw that Han Yi could break his own spiritual skill so easily. At this time, he carefully began to sense Han Yi's aura, which was huge, unfathomable, and faintly transparent.
There is a sense of oppression.
"You, you, you have broken through the Spirit King stage." Elder Feng's eyes widened.
Han Yi smiled and nodded, and the two clones turned into white light and shot into the main body in the middle. He walked up to Elder Feng, raised his hand and patted Elder Feng on the shoulder.
"Elder Feng, hold on, I know you must be feeling mixed emotions right now."
"You brat, get out of here." Elder Feng roared, turned around and sat down on the chair, "How the hell is this possible? Your kid was still in the Lingzong stage a year ago, how come it's only been a year?
Is it time for you to break through the Spirit King stage?"
"Well, it's probably because of the Sky Spirit Tower." Han Yi made an excuse and said.
"Empty Spirit Tower, which floor have you reached?" Elder Feng asked quickly.
"Uh, ninth floor."
"Passed the ninth floor?"
"Passed."
"Pervert, monster."
"..."
Elder Feng cursed, and the hall fell into a brief silence.
"Elder Feng, actually I came to you this time to make a deal with you. I want the Ten Thousand Beasts Blood Crystal in your hand." Han Yi spoke first.
"I refuse to trade."
"You didn't even hear what I planned to exchange for you and refused?" Han Yi blinked.
"I don't want to hear it. I feel very heavy right now. It's okay that I was beaten by those old guys in the inner palace, but now I am still beaten by a little guy like you. Do you know how old I am? You know that my cultivation level is still at half a step.
How old is the Spirit King?"
"have no idea."
"Damn it, I'm already two hundred years old this year, and I've stayed in Banbu Lingwang for a full one hundred and thirty-two years. So I don't want to see you now, so please go out and turn left without seeing me off."
"Well......"
Xiao You on the table watched Han Yi's body trembling, and he was trying not to laugh out loud. Han Yi raised his hand and flicked Xiao You hard on the head, and the crisp crackling sound echoed.
Come.
You brat, when your aunt recovers, you must avenge this one finger. Xiaoyou roared in his heart.
"Elder Feng, if I have something in my hand that can help you break through the Spirit King stage, are you sure you want me to go out and turn left?" Han Yi turned over and took out a silver wooden box. The lines on the box had already changed.
The changes retracted to the six sides of the box, forming a strange pattern.
For the sake of the Ten Thousand Beasts Blood Crystal, Han Yi had no choice but to shamelessly ask Jiu Fang not to break the restrictions on the sealed box for him. Because Jiu Fang was unwilling to rescue Mo Qingrou, Han Yi had been treating Jiu Fang during this period.
Not all of them have a good attitude.
"I said no matter what you have in your hand, I just won't trade with you... Wait a minute, what did you just say?" Elder Feng's eyes widened, "You have something in your hand that can help me break through the spirit."