Chapter 1 The Origin of Mixed Beads

As soon as he came out of the stone room, Han Fei's eyes gradually became cold, and the memories flashed in his mind became clear.

He has reached the late stage of foundation construction, and his desire for revenge has gradually increased.

In the mixed original pearl, Han Fei woke up the memory of hatred and the pleasure of killing. This is the mixed original pearl intentionally or unintentionally brought Han Fei to the road of killing.

Looking at the strange mountain peaks, Han Fei gently under his feet, without relying on the slightest trace of the aura of heaven and earth and the blessing of sword power, only relying on the power of the body, the news is like the wind shuttling between the peaks.

Han Fei's eyes became more and more excited. In this way, he would not be able to use all the sword power to attack in the future.

Thinking about relying only on attack and defense in the future, the speed depends on your own physical speed. The cold fly became more excited.

"Brother Han!" A call came from the distance, and Han Fei looked over doubtfully.

The person who came in blue and white bamboo turned out to be a disciple of Ziyunfeng and a second-generation disciple. Han Fei hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"Brother Han, the suzerain is looking for you!" The senior brother actually looked at Han Fei with envy, with a respectful look in his eyes, which made Han Fei look inexplicable.

"The patriarch?" Han Fei asked him doubtfully.

"Ha ha, the cold brother is closed for a hundred days. I don't know anything about the outside world. The young suzerain is in the position of succession, and the big brother of each peak is also in charge of the position of the peak."

When Han Fei heard this, he suddenly frowned and said, "That's great. In this way, didn't Xianxia Sect have a leader and announced the opening of the mountain gate to receive the disciples?"

The senior brother smiled and said, "Go there quickly. I'm still going to tell Sister Yun!"

Han Fei smiled and heard that he was going to find Sister Yun. He immediately ran away with some embarrassment, leaving dust and smoke all the way. The speed was so fast that he could not feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, which made the senior brother envious.

"Is this sword cultivation?" The brother looked curiously at the back of Han Fei's far away.

Smoke and dust rose all the way, and Han Fei himself was choked. He had no choice but to add the power of the sword.

"Wow!" At first, Hanfei almost couldn't control his speed and almost hit a tree.

"This speed... is a little horrible, hey hey!" Han Fei scratched his head and suddenly broke through to the late stage of foundation construction. He was really a little uncomfortable.

Guihai has long been online. In addition to the ultra-high attack and defense, there is also the improvement of the horrible realm of sword cultivation. For Jianxiu, there is only the initial and peak. As long as you reach a realm, the next breakthrough will reach the peak. This is the horror of Jianxiu, ignoring the existence of the realm. Even if there is, you can rely on the power of the sword and break it with one sword.

There was a wind in his ear. Han Fei enjoyed the pleasure of speed and felt the wind in front of him. Han Fei fell into the perception of speed while running.

"If you want to speed up, the first thing to do is to break the resistance of the wind."

"However, breaking the resistance still requires sword power, even a trace of it, which undoubtedly has some limitations."

"How can we not rely on the power of the sword to block the obstacles of the air? By the way, you have to avoid it, but it's going to be a detour, but it's a flaw for yourself. What should I do? And how to avoid the invisible wind?

"Wait..."

Han Fei suddenly paused, his eyes gradually brightened, and a trace of excitement emerged.

"Well, why did I forget this!"

Han Fei roared excitedly, and his body suddenly pulled up and jumped to the top of the tree. His eyes suddenly lit up three points when he jumped into the air. In the ice pupils, the golden light was like the brightest star, and everything around him slowed down in his eyes.

"Wow!"

As soon as Jian Yuanli urged, Han Fei suddenly glided down from mid-air. The wind around him suddenly appeared green silk threads in his eyes. Han Fei didn't know why, but he still stepped on the silk thread and suddenly took a step forward.

"Wh!"

Han Fei's figure disappeared in place in an instant. On the top of a tree below, Han Fei hung upside down like onions, his legs hung on the branches, and his hair was full of leaves, which was extremely embarrassed.

However, Han Fei's face was full of disbelief and confusion.

Just now, the moment he stepped, as if he had crossed the space, it was so fast that he reached the opposite side in an instant.

His eyes suddenly emitted the light, and Han Fei fell to the ground in an instant, sitting and feeling it.

However, even if his sword eyes were open again, he could no longer see the silk-like green scene.

He opened his eyes regretfully and looked at the sky. His eyes flashed with a little golden light. He saw the flow of the wind clearly. This is an inner view, which can be said to be a feeling or an application of spiritual power.

He is confident that if he does it again, he can definitely fly in the air like a dragon. With the growth and promotion of Jian Yuanli, he can definitely have an extraordinary speed.

"Since you can't figure it out, just don't think about it, idiot!" At this time, there was a laugh behind.

Han Fei trembled all over and turned around. He happened to see Guihai flying with flying swords with color every day.

Han Fei did not pay attention to the joy and excitement in Cai Tiantian's eyes. His eyes were all on the streamer on Guihai.

This is a kind of use of sword power, like a streamer radical, and also like a flying sword shuttle.

"Don't look at it. I also saw your abnormality just now." Guihai was worthy of being a teacher and woke up and said, "Every sword eye awakens will suddenly fall into an epiphany, and with the sword eye, the best epiphany is the cooperation of the body, that is, speed."

"A hundred years ago, as a teacher, the sword eye awakened, and there was a trace of understanding. With ten years of hard practice, I finally realized the art of flying sword flowing light."

Guihai's understanding.

Han Fei trembled all over and said, "Master, do you think that all the spells of sword cultivation depend on yourself, because everyone's sword eyes are different?"

Guihai looked like a child who could be taught. He smiled and said, "The pride of Jian Xiu is almost the same, but in the eyes of Jian Xiu, it is very different. The method of sword cultivation seems to be almost the same, but the power is very different. Let's see what I understand."

"Buddha's cultivation pays attention to a word of enlightenment, isn't sword practice?"

"Wu!" Han Fei remembered this word deeply.

"Okay, okay, don't ink. Let's go. It's all waiting for you. You are an important person." Cai Tiantian jumped impatiently and hugged Han Fei's neck. He turned over and turned to Han Fei's back.

Han Fei grabbed Cai Tiantian's thighs with a wry smile, and did not dare to feel the delicacy. He immediately stepped forward and followed the return home sea.

Above the hall, there were a lot of people. Even if Han Fei had been psychologically prepared, he was shocked.

Here, they are all elite disciples of Xianxia Sect, all of whom are above the Yuanhua period, and there are at least 100 people.

Seeing such a diversified disciple, Han Fei was stunned. He had consulted Zhao Wan and others. In the Tang Dynasty, he wanted to pass on the third-rate sect, and the masters of the town faction were only in the Yuanhua period, and there was only one Jindan period in the second-rate sect.

"It's worthy of being a thousand-year-old, and my strength is really strong. It seems that I used to have a short-sighted vision. No, it's because I don't have enough strength to contact this level. Now with the capital to be proud of everything, we can step on this hall.

Han Fei stood in awe in his heart and stood in the center of the hall, feeling the gaze of hundreds of Yuanhua brothers from both sides. Han Fei bowed slightly to Mu Yu.

The scene suddenly became awe-inspiring, just for Han Fei's bow. If it had been before, before the competition meeting, Han Fei saluted so much that he did not kneel down, I'm afraid he would be dragged out of the hall and would have been punished for not respecting the long.

However, Han Fei is not an ordinary foundation-building disciple in their eyes. He is a swordsman, a proud swordsman with infinite future, and a powerful elder Guihai, who is a master. His bow is the pride of sword cultivation. That is to say, this represents Han Fei's most sincere respect.

Mu Yu smiled and stood up with Ye Feng. As the eldest brother, they suddenly became the suzerain and the elders of each peak at this moment, knowing that they could not be too pretentious.

Accepting Han Fei's salute, Mu Yu asked seriously, "Han Fei, let me ask you three questions."

"Yes!" Han Fei replied respectfully.

"First, do you have a way of gossip?"

"I only know the shallow end of a tagua."

"Second, do you have a way to hide your body?"

"..." Han Fei was silent, which touched the secret in his heart. He didn't have a way to hide his body and breath, but he had a fantasy map. Although he did not develop other uses, this alone could be called a strange treasure. As if he understood what Han Fei was worried about, Mu Yu said, "Don't worry. These are all disciples who are loyal to Xianxiazong. They are all elite disciples from the inner door, not like the outside disciples."

Han Fei was shocked when he heard the words.

Inner disciple? Outer disciple? How can this be said? Is it possible that Xianxiazong is also secretly divided into two practices?

Looking at Mu Yu's smile, Han Fei suddenly figured out and couldn't help but look at the master. Although Guihai was blindfolded, he also felt Han Fei's eyes. He nodded to Han Fei.

Han Fei took a deep breath and said, "There is no way to hide the body, only the treasure of hiding the body."

He didn't say it was the Xumi fantasy map. He was still worried about the leakage of the wind, which attracted the old strange gold of the baby in the East China Sea.

"Qibao?" Mu Yu's eyes suddenly widened, and then he smiled happily. It took a moment to restrain. Before a hundred disciples in the Yuanhua period had recovered from their surprise, he asked again, "Third, do you have the ice cold treasure mixed with original beads?"

"si——"

In this place, all the disciples in the hall held their breath and stared at Han Fei inconceivably.

"Yes!" Han Fei gritted his teeth for a moment before he said it. Hun Yuanzhu was related to his life, but also a relic of his parents. He didn't want to say it, but when he saw Guihai nodding to him repeatedly, he said it at ease.

"Wo-hoo--"

It's just a word, but it makes everyone breathe worse in the hall.

Han Fei was shocked at first sight. Did they all know what the original beads are?

"Binghan Zhibao, that's what the patriarch just said, right?" Han Xin didn't let go of Mu Yu's words and deeply remembered the scrutiny.

"Is this mixed pearl still related to Xianxiazong? Or is the mixed original pearl really a well-known god pearl in the immortal world?