48, Gold Medal (plus one update)

In a hurry, Han Jing complained: "Why did those guys run out and shake!"

Laughing, Yang Feng said, "That day, the birth of a strange treasure shocked some latent high-level mysterious beasts. I'm afraid this sunset mountain will be restless for a while."

Remember that day, there was a snowy light bursting deep in the sunset mountains, erupting like a ray. After rising into the air, it twisted into a snake-shaped beam and passing through the rainstorm, as if silver giant snakes plucked the grass. Han Jing couldn't help sighing and asked suspiciously, "Didn't you say what an illusion that day?"

"It is impossible for the illusion to attract the vision of lightning strikes in the sky." Yang Feng subconsciously looked up, and the sky was shining with stars. He said leisurely, "At that time, if I hadn't said that, you would have been dismembered by Fatty Mo and others. I can't protect you as a teacher."

With a look of doubt, Han Jing's thoughts involuntarily floated back to the day.

In mid-air, there are those snake-shaped lightnings that rush to the ground. In the depths of the sky, countless lightnings are lined up into shocking lightning arrays.

Suddenly, there was a shocking sound, and the snake-shaped lightning collided with the lightning array, and the dazzling white light lit up.

After a brief blindness, the white light has disappeared, and the lightning array and the silver snake have also disappeared. Only the energy shock wave is scattered, the sky and earth are trembling, and there is a huge black image shaking in the rain clouds.

It seems that someone outlined a person's shadow with a beam of light. This figure hangs in the air, and there seems to be a faint blue flame around it. The shadow stretched out its hand, and a faint blue flame appeared on the shadow of its palm, and then shook its hand, and the blue fire flew out.

At that time, she seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force. She stretched out her hand to catch the blue fire that seemed to have cut through the void. At the moment when the flame started, countless information and pictures were transmitted from the burning blue fire, penetrated through the palm of her hand into the body, and rushed straight into her sea of knowledge along her arm.

Her expression suddenly shocked, and Han Jing pulled Yang Feng's arm, and her face was as pale as paper. "The temple, the divine world is fighting. What I saw was that Xuanshen was killed by the god of the divine world. No, he didn't die. He asked me to save him. He said--" She was incoherent and her eyes were changing sharply.

Pucing Han Jing on the ground and holding her shoulder, Yang Feng's face became extremely serious and warned, "Listen, don't mention this again. It's a dream. Don't tell anyone, huh?"

"Why can't you say it's true? I believe it." Han Jing asked foolishly.

"Speak out, you will die, and no one can save you." Yang Feng emphasized in a heavier tone.

"Oh, well, I won't say that. But why? He said those few words and disappeared.

"Others won't believe it and will force you to talk about the skills of the divine world. Do you have it?"

"No."

"If you have it, you can't say it. If you say it, you will die. Therefore, remember to be a teacher and don't even mention illusions. Be sure to remember. Did you hear that?

"I know, it's so talky." As if she had been taught a lesson by her father, even if she knew that Yang Feng was doing her own good, Han Jing was impatient and ran away.

"What a girl who hasn't grown up." Yang Feng shook his head and laughed, and then swept away.

Going out of the mountain, the tree species changes significantly, forming a well-structured forest belt.

From time to time, you could see pieces of foggy conifer, redwood, eight-treasure tree, red toon, winged fruit oil tree, nanmu, green willow, green sandalwood, these middle and high spiritual trees. When you get to the periphery of the mountains, you can hardly see the low-level spiritual trees or ordinary tree species such as holly, ginkgo, money pine, maple trees, forming a colorful forest sea.

Looking down from a high place, Han Jing's heart was surging for the spectacular natural scenery. She forgot her shape for a moment and looked up to the sky and roared.

Yang Feng quickly dragged her away.

"What are you doing? It's almost out of the mountain. It's impossible for high-level mysterious beasts to run out. What else is there to be afraid of?"

"Auntie, if you want to go back to Han's house, I will send you back as a teacher now."

"Oh." Han Jing answered, and her mood suddenly turned down. "My father doesn't want me anymore. Even if I stand outside Hanjiazhuang and scream, it doesn't matter. He has long wanted to drive me away."

I didn't want Han Jing to go home. Looking at her bitter face, Yang Feng blurted out and comforted her, "You think too much."

"I don't want to say this. Let's go quickly. We were scared by those damn mysterious beasts on the road and took a lot of wrongful detours. I don't know if we can catch up with the fat people."

Before she finished speaking, Han Jing rushed out.

Yang Feng deliberately fell behind and let her lick the wound alone.

Outside the sunset mountains, there are many towns formed by adventurers and scattered cultivation. Less than ten miles away, there is a Songping Town, which is slightly larger than Hanjiazhuang and more lively.

"Let's go to the town to get a car. We have to be energetic enough to save people without delaying the road."

"What about that dead bird? If only it were there and take us to fly away."

"Yes, you have to pull out the dead bird's hair when you come back." Yang Feng said something.

Imagining that the dead bird's hair was pulled out, Han Jing smiled again, sweeping away the worries of the past few days, and made Yang Feng begin to seriously consider whether it was really the feathers of the fire phoenix.

A road paved with bluestone crosses the town, and the houses on both sides are not as planned as Hanjiazhuang, which looks messy. But compared with Hanjiazhuang, it looks energetic.

Han Jing entered the town, and the freshness drove away the sadness in her heart, but she still remembered Ye Guyun and could only browse the items on the stall with infinite regret.

In this small town, there are all kinds of people. Some apprentices thought that Han Jing was alone, whistling and flirting. Han Jing didn't want to cause trouble and delay time, so they turned a deaf ear and just accelerated her pace.

Yang Feng has been hanging behind because of some reason. Until Han Jing was blocked by a group of drunks who had just come out of the pub, and the onlookers and Sanxiu were coaxing, he came out more and more, kicking off the group of drunks one by one.

"Who else is going to cause trouble?" Yang Feng asked unflamedly.

"How dare you beat your grandfather Hai!" Among the drunks who were kicked away, the first one to get up was a five-three thick man. He put his thumb on his rosacea nose and shouted clearly: "Grandpa Hai is from the Xuanqi Temple, er, Nanmo Branch, er, his subordinate--"

"Get out!"

Yang Fengling clapped his hands emptyly, and a lightning-like mysterious force pulled away, covering the drunken man's face and falling down. The people around the drunken man were also floating, and several of them were brought down by him and rolled into a pile.

Maybe it stunned this lightning, or it was the awe-inspiring murderousness in Yang Feng's eyes. Under his forced gaze, the drunken man and his companions did not dare to say anything, or even dared not make any action, like clay carving and wood sculpture.

"Master, have you recovered?" Han Jing is very strange. It seems that the master has never had time to heal his wounds, so he has repaired himself.

"It doesn't matter if you beat this kind of waste material." Yang Feng answered carelessly.

"Oh, that's right." Han Jing didn't think much about it.

Walking forward, the golden signboard in front of the car and horse shop has faded, but the house is still much more elegant than the surrounding houses.

Han Jing cheered, rushed to the door, stopped her body again, turned her head and bit her lips and asked, "Master, do you have money? It costs money to rent a car.

He walked slowly to Han Jing and dusted his clothes. Yang Feng said stinkyly, "If you want a car for a teacher, you still need money. Isn't it too embarrassing?"

The beautiful eyes looked at Yang Feng suspiciously, and Han Jing asked, "Master, don't you want to take the bully car?"

Yang Feng didn't even bother to say anything to the little man in blue hat at the door of the carriage and horse.

Originally, the boring little guy leaned against the doorpost, holding the golden sign, his hands were shaking, and he didn't speak well: "Big, my lord, what can I do for you?"

Looking at Han Jing, who was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth, Yang Feng was in a good mood and asked boredly, "Can you still eat when you come to the carriage?"

The young man in blue is also a master. He holds the sign in his hands and says with a flattering smile on his face, "It's an honor to prepare wine and dishes for adults."

Free? Then let's prepare together. Hurry up. We'll wait here. Yang Feng was in a better mood, because Han Jing's expression was so surprised that her eyes cramped, which was so vivid and cute.

"Your excellency is joking." The young man in blue was more excited than beating duck blood and ran in.

"Became the sign for me." Han Jing grabbed the sign in Yang Feng's hand.

The Xuanqi Temple, which is the head of the six major temples, is also divided into nine and ten levels of strength. However, in order to show that it is different from the ancient Xuan, or to show the difference from the Xuan Temple, it has made a little gimmick and awarded different medals according to different strengths, all of which are commensurate with the medal level as the prefix.

Corresponding to Xuanshi is a trainee Xuanqi, corresponding to Xuanshi is an iron cross knight, corresponding to Da Xuanshi is a bronze Xuanqi, corresponding to Xuanzong is a silver Xuanqi, corresponding to Xuanwang is a golden Xuanqi, corresponding to Xuandi is an amethyst Xuanqi, corresponding to Xuanhuang is a glorious Xuanqi, corresponding to Xuansheng is a holy Xuanqi, corresponding to Xuansheng is a divine blessing Xuanqi.

Yang Feng's brand is a gold medal that represents his strength. On the front of the medal is a pattern wielded by Xuanshen riding a pterosaur, and on the back is Yang Feng's name.

Although the material is gold, the pattern on it and the name behind it are not casually put up, but branded with a special refining method. It is absolutely impossible to imitate, and no one dares to imitate it.

Once there was a very famous refinery master who tried to study the medal of the Xuanqi Temple, but the wind leaked and was slaughtered by the law enforcement team of the Xuanqi Temple at night, and all the disciples were slaughtered.

After that, the Craftsman's Temple also publicly apologized to the Xuanqi Temple for this matter.

The bloody massacre took place on the full moon night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, known as the Blood Moon Incident, and the world talked about it.

When Yang Feng threw out the golden sign, the surroundings were quiet, all the noise stopped, and everyone's eyes looked this way.

The drunks had already got up and got down again.