Chapter 370 Talking

"The great monk has a poisonous vision."

Han Feng laughed and said that since the other party recognized it, he did not hide it. From the other party's look and words, he was not a bad person.

"Ha ha, the donor is a cheerful person." The purple flower monk lowered his eyebrows on both sides and shook gently, with a fairy style. "The peak realm of gathering gas should be okay in the Xuanhuang Dynasty, but I don't know who can force the donor to this state..."

The other party penetrated the matter, and his deep eyes looked deeply at Han Feng, who meditated slightly...

The purple elder Ma smiled and said, "Haha, if the donor has something difficult to say, don't say it..."

Han Feng was relieved and raised his eyebrows, involving the kindness and resentment of the world, for fear of causing trouble for the great monk, but it was nothing. Since the great monk asks this, he can speak...

The purple monk's eyebrows are thick and said, "The donor's house is kind-hearted, but the old man can guess. The donor's physical strength is extremely amazing, and the speed of physical recovery is extremely fast, but the loss of mental strength is very serious. If the old man's expectation is not bad, the donor should have encountered at least half a step above the virtual state of martial arts. Hands, and then hurriedly used their spiritual martial arts skills and escaped..."

Han Feng couldn't help but be shocked. The old monk in front of him did not look amazing, but he guessed a few points in his words. He couldn't help sighing. The ability between heaven and earth was really like a crucian carp crossing the river. He used to think that when he reached the peak of gathering, he could go to the world, but he didn't expect to eat everywhere...

The purple flower monk seemed to see through his mind, smiled for a long time and said, "Can the donor tell me who I met? Let the old man have a good time." His words are full of modesty, but from time to time.

Han Feng said the name of the ghost house and the characteristics of the handsome demons that day.

The purple flower monk narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is the demon and ghost handsome?"

Han Feng said, "Does the monk know this person?"

The purple flower monk returned to normal and said, "Haha, I saw this person in the world 90 years ago." Han Feng was shocked. The purple monk looked like only 60 people, but he didn't expect to see the demon handsome that day 90 years ago, so he dared not guess his age...

The purple flower monk shouted outside the door, and the lazy little Shami came in. He laughed and said, "Apprentice, can you take the clouds before the rain for your teacher?" Little Sami muttered, "There is still a fire under my stove." However, he still went out obediently. Monk Zihua said to Han Feng, "Let Lord Han Shi laugh. My apprentice has been spoiled since he was a child. He has never said anything, let alone make a night pot for the master and send a spittoon..." Han Feng smiled and said nothing about other people's affairs...

When he was young, the bald-headed little Shami came in. There is a set of celadon tea set in his hand, and there is a slight smell of tea in the pot. The tea was poured on, and a haze rose. The slightly bitter fragrance of tea floated out, which made people feel refreshed. Han Feng couldn't help saying, "Good tea. The purple flower monk smiled proudly and said, "This is the cloud tea that Lao Na personally picked from the Qingming Festival and ordered the top of the front." Han Feng was shocked and said secretly, "This place is dozens of miles away from the place where he fought with demons and ghosts and others. Isn't it possible that he has touched so far in the bottom of the spring?" On that day, he was used by Tianyi in the method of rune to turn the waterfall into mysterious ice and smashed it on the demon and the handsome, winning precious time for himself. Then, he got into the bottom of the deep pool and followed the current all the way and sneaking. When I exhausted my last bit of strength, I came out of the water... It was saved by the little Sami who went to fw water by Lanxi...

He was thinking in this compartment, and a voice broke his mind. Looking up, he saw Little Shami pouted and said, "Master only cares about promoting his achievements, but forgets who is basking in the sun, stir-frying in the pot, and choosing leaves one by leaf... In the future, you can do such a thing by yourself..." The purple flower monk smiled, moved his thick eyebrows, and said, "Of course, it's my precious apprentice. How can I forget your credit?"...

Han Feng looked at this pair of lovely masters and apprentices, and couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in her heart... He picked up the teacup and took a sip, with a slightly bitter fragrance straight to the heart, which made people feel energetic for a while. He said good tea! Lazy little Sami made a grimace at him and smiled, "It's a good tea. Reach out and take a cup and go out on your own.

The purple monk couldn't help sighing repeatedly: "There is no way for believers, which makes Lord Han Shi laugh..." Fortunately, there are still two cups on the purple wood tray, and the two of them can still use...

Han Feng is recalling the different aroma of bitter tea in the cup. The purple flower monk closed his eyes slightly, then opened them and said gently, "The benefactor will come with me."

Han Feng didn't know what the other party meant. The old monk had got up and walked out, so he got up to follow...

The green mountains outside the house are continuous, and the falling pine needles are like jasper in the wind. The sound of pine wind and bamboo, the sound of nature is invisible...

The purple flower monk smiled and suddenly flew up. In a blink of an eye, the sackcloth has fallen on a strange peak dozens of feet high, and the voice came, "Lord Han, who is higher or lower now?" Han Feng said, "The big monk, you are on the peak. It can be seen that there is boundless falling trees. Naturally, you are tall..." The purple monk did not answer, and his figure suddenly appeared in front of Han Feng. He looked at Han Feng and smiled and said, "Then the benefactor, if Lao Na is higher than the pine tree on that mountain peak?"

Han Feng followed the old monk's finger, a short pine on the top dozens of miles away, in a strange posture. Cliffs are daunting. Its height is tens of thousands more than the mountain where the old monk was...

Han Feng smiled and said, "Although the short pine is short, it is above the cliff. Naturally, it is the short pine high..."

The old monk smiled and said, "Excuse me, is it the highest in these mountains?" Han Feng looked far away, but he could no longer see anything higher than the top, so he had to answer truthfully, "Where the boy can see, there is no peak anymore... And the short pine is at the highest peak, isn't it? Is there anything else?

The old monk with purple flowers raised his hand and touched his short-haired head and said with a smile, "No, as far as I know, on that short pine, there are dozens of pine worms that drink with dew as thirst and pine fat as hunger. They avoid the sun in the daytime, and at night with the moon, they climb up the branches to suck the moonlight..."< /P>

Han Feng's face is enlightened. So, is this pine worm respected here?

The purple monk's eyes flashed, and his fingers popped up gently. Han Feng felt a wisp of imperceptible breath passing through the void and suddenly fell into unfathomable...

Before his thoughts stopped, Han Feng's eyes showed surprise. Above the green peak in the distance, in the short loose and dense pine needles, with a hula, a small black dot suddenly flew high into the sky, circled away, straight into the flowing clouds..." Monk Zihua said, "Lord, who is high and who is low now?" Han Feng meditated, and suddenly there were many epiphs in his heart. The small black dot in the air is a stone eagle with a radius of several feet. It spreads its wings and can reach the sky...

The purple flower monk looked at Han Feng and smiled and said suddenly, "The place where Lao Na was just now is a place of gathering energy... Layer by layer, the rules of heaven are endless..." Han Feng said, "If the stone eagle can enter the sky, it should be a virtual world?"

The purple flower monk looked up to the sky and smiled, and his eyes turned to Han Feng, as if he could see through his lungs, and then said, "No." He paused slightly and then said, "Although the stone eagle is fierce and free, it is only a half-step virtual situation."

"So in the master's opinion, what is the real virtual world?"

The purple monk pointed his hand to the endless clouds floating in the blue sky and said in a low voice, "It's ever-changing and endless. This can be called a virtual world."

He looked at Han Feng and said, "The virtual world is just a general name for people who practice martial arts. In fact, the gap between the virtual world and the virtual world can be said to be thousands of miles. I, a martial artist in Xuanhuang Continent, divide the virtual realm into three realms?

"Oh!? Which three realms?

"The virtual world of people, the virtual world of the earth, the virtual world of heaven. In each level, it is divided into three levels.

"Which three levels?"

"These three levels are relatively vague. Taking the human virtual realm as an example, it can be called the human virtual realm, the human virtual realm, and the human virtual upper realm... And the half-step virtual state in people's mouth should be just the virtual state..."

A "just" of the old monk brought Han Feng endless imagination. He couldn't help asking, "What level has the realm of the great monk reached? What's the secret of breaking through the virtual world? Please don't hesitate to tell me. The old monk Zihua looked at Han Feng and smiled. Shou Meixuan moved and said, "The previous question can't be said. Lao Na's cultivation is not popular... Ha ha, as for the second question, when the time comes, you will naturally know..."

Han Feng wanted to ask again, but the purple monk suddenly changed his words and said, "If the old man is not blind, the donor should have a charm?"

Han Feng knew that she couldn't hide it, so she nodded and wanted to ask, "How did you know?"

The old monk seemed to see the doubt in his heart. With a smile, his palm turned out, and the two fingers in the food were twisted. The blue light rose from nameless. The complicated runes lit up for a moment. Han Feng suddenly felt a strange force suddenly emerged from the old monk Ge's clothes and linen shirt. In a short time, his eyes shrank, and wherever he could see, the fine pine needles spread on the ground suddenly floated up in the air. Then he surrounded the place where the two of them stood, like a thousand green arrows...

Han Feng couldn't help but feel that every pine needle contained an extremely strong power. Fortunately, there is no killing among the countless pine needles...

When all the pine needles reached the distance two feet in front of Han Feng, they suddenly changed their direction. He began to circle and fly around the two people. There were more and more pine needles. There was no skylight as far as I could see on the ground in the air. The pine needles danced in the air, like a jasper dragon, which was really beautiful.

Han Feng can clearly feel the strange but familiar atmosphere. He couldn't help exclaiming: "Yimu?!"