Chapter 19 Homecoming

The two of them were terrmented. How could they know that Han Fei was not so strong, but his breath was strong enough and momentum was strong enough. His own sword power was also in this sword.

In this blow, if the two people don't die, Han Fei will not be able to use a strong attack again. It will be much more difficult to kill them!

But can the two of them block this blow in this state of loss of mind?

In front of the enemy, he must bear the blow of Han Fei's anger.

Obviously, there is only the strength in the early stage of Yuanhua, but it is like the sea and beast, and the murderous spirit comes to the face, which makes everyone fight a cold war and frightened.

The two magic practitioners in the middle of Yuanhua have not even used the power of flying, and Han Fei has suddenly burst out. Thousands of sword waves are coming against the sky, overwhelming, sword spirit is furious and murderous.

The neat sword spirit waved, and the two magic practitioners only flew up in the blink of an eye, and the blood gushed out of their necks.

The cold flew like a brutal beast, and the long sword still killed the chests of the two Yuanhua period, breaking through two holes.

This move scared everyone's legs to fight coldly.

"Only in the early stage of Yuanhua, you can kill two people in the middle of Yuanhua. Is this Jianxiu?" Everyone's hearts trembled. Looking at Han Fei's murderous nature, the ferocious whip corpse did not make the soles of their feet cold.

"This man is so cruel. If he has a grudge, should I run away now?" The woman's intuition trembled. In the face of Han Fei, she didn't even have the courage to fight.

The murderousness in his eyes slowly precipitated. Han Fei took a deep breath, quietly took out the spirit stone spirit, and quickly recovered the lost sword power.

"This is the real battle, this is the real man, this is the real sword cultivation, really refreshing." Han Fei was so happy that he closed his eyes and felt the condition of his body.

"With my current strength, when facing the enemy, I should first suppress people with momentum, seize their hearts and minds, suppress them with swords, and attack violently." Han Fei's thoughts in his heart were as fast as electricity, but for a moment, he felt that the power of the sword in his body had recovered 80%, and then quietly put the spirit stone spirit into the universe bag in his arms.

Han Fei turned around, and everyone felt that a long sword flew in an instant, and the cold beast rushed at the same time. They couldn't help taking a step back at the same time.

Han Fei was stunned for a moment, and then his heart trembled. This is momentum, this is strength. In the future, I should remember that when facing the enemy, I must not weaken my momentum.

Walking into the woman, Han Fei took a look and said indifferently. Thank you very much." Then he walked straight into the distance.

This fashion is early in the morning, which is a good time to go.

The woman was stunned for a moment, her beautiful eyes blinked a few times, and her heart was moved. This man doesn't seem to be so crazy about fighting.

Looking at the back of Han Fei's far away, the sky was shining in the sun. Han Fei was like stepping on the glow, and his figure was so lonely and arrogant.

The girl didn't know where the courage came from. She looked at the bodies of the two people and ran to search for it. When she found the universe bag from one person's arms, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her spirit looked at it. After finding a book, her body trembled.

"She... She's a flying spirit. Catch her!" At this time, I don't know who suddenly shouted, and the immortals around them, whether they had been watching the play or passing by, sneered around the corners of their mouths.

Fei Ling put his hands on his back and said with a awkward smile, "Well... everyone, it's a nice day today."

"Hey hey, it's good." Everyone approached with a sneer, surrounded the flying spirit in the center, and there was a great momentum to attack it.

"This... It's not the right way to besiege a weak woman, is it?" Feiling's eyes flew around, looking for a breakthrough, but he was surrounded and there was no way to escape.

"Weak woman?" Everyone was stunned, and then sneered, with resentment and resentment, like a surging river, directly feeling that ten thousand arrows pierced the heart.

Seeing that he couldn't find a breakthrough, Feilington panicked and tears flashed in his eyes.

"Pretrate less garlic and die!" Some people couldn't help it and became murderous and furious.

Feiling was shocked, then sneered, shouted angrily, raised his hand, a burst of blood suddenly rose, and a corpse suddenly separated.

"Would you like to kill me? No way." Fei Ling sneered, and the long whip in his hand crackled repeatedly, and then took off several heads, which was extremely cruel.

......

Han Fei turned around coldly and felt the breath behind him. He turned his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

Fei Ling smiled and came out and said, "Follow you."

"What are you doing with me?" Han Fei's eyes were cold, and his frosty eyes were unconcealed.

Fei Ling E frowned and said secretly: Why is this human nature so cold and murderous?

If Han Fei knew what he thought, I'm afraid he would be wronged. His murderous spirit did not belong to him, but he was controlled by himself, and his cold temperament was about to cry. He was just a little serious.

"You are Sanxiu, aren't you? Me too. You see, the little woman is alone and born in Sanxiu. She has to worry about being robbed of the treasure all day long, and she is worried..." Feiling spitting foam and following Han Fei.

It's really impatient. Han Fei said coldly, "You can follow, but you can't talk. I want to practice."

The flying spirit cheered, as bright as a blooming lily, and the cold fly had a bright feeling in front of his eyes.

At noon, Han Fei asked Yuyan to play by himself. He drank wine and saliva, and sat under the tree and began to practice.

The sword power in the body has recovered a lot after a morning's walk. Han Fei is very excited about this.

After reaching the Yuanhua period, the sword power in the body will continue to run in the meridians by itself. Although it is a little slow, this will undoubtedly be a big help. In battle, the sword power can be used in a small amount. As long as it does not exceed the recovery speed, it can definitely maintain the peak state.

Feiling sat depressedly by the stream, holding the surface of the water with his little feet. He looked at the cold flying sitting under the tree and felt the spirit of heaven and earth constantly entering his body. He couldn't help saying depressedly, "This man is really hard. It's already the Yuanhua period. Spiritual power, oh no, his sword power. It should be gradual, even if he does not take the initiative to practice. Refining."

How could Han Fei know that she thought so?

The swift flew from the air happily, with a crystal bead in its mouth. The blood flashed on the bead. It fluttered its wings and crossed the water, cleaned the blood on the bead, swallowed the bead with a coo, and then ignored the flying spirit with its eyes shining, and flew straight to Hanfei's shoulder and stood. Go to bed.

After eating some wild animals, Han Fei continued on the road.

Feiling blinked his eyes, flew into the sky to have a look, and asked, "What's the matter with you going?"

"Go home." The light in Han Fei's eyes softened. The voice is no longer so cold.

"Family?" The flying spirit was stunned. Is your family still alive?

Han Fei's eyes were cold, and he looked directly at Feiling. Feiling immediately panicked and argued, "I mean... immortals in the Yuanhua period generally take more than ten or even decades to gather enough spiritual power to break through. For such a long time, family should all..."

Han Fei was relieved and turned around and continued to walk.

Feiling suddenly laughed. Generally, scattered cultivation does not have the assistance of elixirs from sect disciples, so it basically takes more than 20 years to practice until the Yuanhua period. Even if it is a genius, it will take ten years. Moreover, it is also necessary to consider whether the aura of heaven and earth is strong in the scene.

Han Fei listened and couldn't help asking all kinds of doubts in his heart. At the beginning, he still needed to add more knowledge.

"Look at the outside world, how thin the aura of heaven and earth is, several times thinner than in some sects. Therefore, I usually have the habit of cultivating and opening up caves in the mountains and fields with strong aura of heaven and earth.

"Shan Xiu must also take time to find the elixir to refine the elixir, otherwise I'm afraid even the hope of breaking through is very slim."

"When you are in retreat, you also need to find a elixirs to reduce the pain of breaking through..."

"Painful? Do you still need the aid of elixir? If you can't even stand this pain, how can you talk about the road of cultivating immortals? Han Fei sneered disdain.

Feiling immediately became furious, pointed to Han Fei's nose and roared, "Do you think all the people in the world are sword practitioners? Most of the skills of scattered cultivation are incomplete, so that there will be pain of tearing the meridians when practicing. In addition, when we practice Taoism, we feel the Taoist heart and experience the heart of heaven. How can it be as tough as your swordsmanship and body practice to repair your own body.

Han Fei couldn't help doubting and asked, "Then won't you suffer a loss in fighting in this way?"

Fei Ling smiled bitterly and nodded and said, "It's just to suffer losses. Sanxiu is an extreme, strong and weak. Moreover, strong people are magic weapons. They have protective magic weapons and attack magic weapons, which are stronger than others. No, that's absolute weakness."

Han Fei disdainned and said in the tone of returning to the sea: "Don't you rely on external things to practice? Only your own strength is the most reliable and credible."

The black line on Feiling's forehead suddenly broke out and said, "What about your sword? Isn't this an external thing? Don't tell me that you practice the old-fashioned human sword. That's pure bullshit. When we practice magic weapons, don't we also connect the magic weapons into ourselves and become our own left and right arms?

Han Fei was speechless and reluctantly retorted, "Our swordsmanship is sincere, feelings and soul to the sword."

"Then aren't we? Without integrating the heart and the magic weapon, how can the magic weapon be refined? How can the maximum power of the magic weapon be used?

This time, Han Fei was completely dumb. He simply turned a deaf ear to Fei Ling's words and continued to hurry.

Yudu City is much smaller than Yujing City, but this place is the most prosperous city. After the baptism of war, it is much more vicissitudes here.

When I came here last time, a lot of refugees moved here, but at this time, these refugees became the people here. After joining a group of new forces, Yudu City has become more prosperous, and the streets are full of businessmen coming and going.

It's so busy, and it's so lively.

"What a lively city." Feiling exclaimed, stretched out his hand, grabbed it quickly, and a bag of money had already appeared.

Han Fei's cold eyes condensed, and the flying spirit immediately defended. That man is a thief. I just stole it back. After saying that, she stepped back a few steps and threw it gently in her hand, and the purse quietly fell into another person's arms.

Han Fei walked to the Yang family in a careless way.

Before he approached the Yang family, Han Fei felt a festive smell. He couldn't help but jump and his face suddenly became excited.

When he saw the magnificent gate of the Yang family, Han Fei also saw the long team.

There are people who carry a pole to give gifts, and their faces are full of jumping joy.

There are rich businessmen holding gifts with their own hands, and there are also nobles queuing up in cars.

Looking at the long queue, the fool also knew what the Yang family was going to do.

Han Fei crossed the team with a happy face, walked to the gate, and was ready to ask the servants to inform him.

"This gentleman, please line up." The subordinate said loudly.

Feiling burst out laughing. She kept looking at Han Fei. When she saw that Han Fei's breath changed greatly and became extremely soft when she came here, she knew that this luxurious big house in the secular world was Han Fei's home.

However, the servants in the family did not know Han Fei, which made Feiling couldn't help laughing.

Everyone kept looking at Han Fei, and suddenly heard a sneer. Then everyone's eyes looked at Fei Ling.

At a glance, everyone is dull in an instant.

Han Fei also looked over doubtfully, and suddenly wondered? Nothing?

It's really nothing, but in the eyes of others, it's not nothing.

At first glance, I saw a flying spirit with a ethereal fairy, like a fairy in the clouds, with a beautiful face like pear blossoms with dew, fresh and beautiful, a clever smile, and charming.

His appearance may not be as good as Yun Yiyi's, but his flexible breath is full of vitality.

Yun Yiyi is elegant and noble, quiet like a delicate flower shining on the water, and acts like a weak willow supporting the wind, hiding a sense of resilience and coldness. Anger is like a deep collapse of ice, and a smile is like a blooming flower.

Looking at the flying spirit, it is petite and exquisite, like a flying swallow alive, touching, but full of aura.

The eyebrows are like pictures, and the skin is like snow, which is amazing to those ordinary people.

"Depressed!" Han Fei was depressed for a moment, ignored the stupidity of his subordinates, and went straight in.

It was not until Han Fei went in that he reacted. After looking at Feiling again, he immediately ran in, chased Han Fei and shouted, "Sir, please stop. This is the general's mansion. If you break in, you will be..."

Han Fei suddenly stopped. It was not that he was obedient, but a row of soldiers came in front of him, stopping Han Fei with a murderous face.

Han Fei looked at the group of soldiers and felt a little strange.

"This is not a soldier of the Yang family. There is a long gun on the ice armor of the Yang family." Han Fei's cold eyes flashed, and the soldiers in front of him suddenly fell into the ice cellar. His whole body was cold and he couldn't move.

Push the soldier away, and Han Fei went straight into the hall.

Before he walked in, there was a voice inside.

"Mother, my daughter is happy with him. You have to make it clear to the emperor." A female voice came to his ears, and Han Fei suddenly frowned with joy.

"Aunt's voice, she's back."

Han Fei was overjoyed. He rushed into the hall and shouted, "Auntie, grandma."

Several people exclaimed, and they were all shocked by Han Fei's sudden shout.

In the hall, a middle-aged man was furious. When he saw a handsome teenager, he was even more angry.

"Bold and rude!" The middle-aged man was furious.

Han Fei was shocked by this big shout. He turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in golden gun armor. Han Fei guessed that this man should be an officer in the Yang family. He suddenly broke in. It was really rude. He should be angry.

Han Fei smiled and apologized. Grandma Yang and Aunt Yang's second aunt over there have rushed over happily and pulled Han Fei to ask for warmth.

Han Fei's heart was so sweet that he took his grandma to sit down and asked about his body with concern.

"It's still Xiaofei sensible. He often comes back to have a look. It's Xiaomeng, but he has never returned once." The second aunt's face was slightly dark and her heart ached.

Han Fei hurriedly comforted and guaranteed that Yang Xiaomeng would definitely come back in the near future.

At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly interrupted.

"Is this the young master?"

Han Fei turned his head and looked. The middle-aged man stood beside his aunt strangely, with a slightly different look.

Because he guessed from Han Fei's words just now that Han Fei's identity is a little special.

Han Fei didn't say anything, but his aunt introduced him.

"This is the son of my third sister. Now I am studying spells in Xianxiazong with my second sister's daughter."

"Learn magic, that's..." The middle-aged man was surprised.

Han Fei smiled and suddenly looked a little surprised. He said, "Is it... Ha ha, congratulations on your period."

At this moment, Han Fei suddenly understood what was going on with the team outside.

The aunt's face turned red, and her face in her thirties was still like a girl in her twenties. Even if her face was a little hard and her eyes were a little cold, she could not hide the mature charm.

"You child..." The aunt was said by Han Fei, but she couldn't help being a little shy and turned her head slightly.

Han Fei looked at his aunt, his face suddenly changed, and suddenly said coldly, "Auntie, your neck..."

"Ah!" The aunt suddenly tightened her collar and covered the long scar on her neck.

Han Fei's eyes were murderous, and the scar actually crawled all over his neck, like the ugliest long insect lying there. It was extremely ferocious and ugly. Even if it was like a man's careless aunt, he was so afraid that people didn't dare to see it.

Han Fei remembers that his period didn't have a scar before.

Grandma sighed and lowered her head.

On the contrary, the middle-aged man suddenly said, "This was the last battle. In the last battle, she was besieged by a team of people. After several battles, she was almost cut off her neck."

Han Fei listened, and his face was even colder.

When he was about to speak, a figure suddenly rushed in. Han Fei saw that it was the flying spirit.

"It turns out that you are not Sanxiu or a disciple of the Great School of Xianxia Sect. No wonder you have such strength. At a young age, you have already reached the strength of the Yuanhua period."

What she said was a little disgraceful and Han Fei's concealment from him. It seemed that Han Fei had asked a lot of scattered questions before, which made her feel that Han Fei was humiliating her.

Han Fei's face was cold. He stopped talking, but stared at Feiling, and his murderous spirit came out unconcealed.

"Oh no, forget his murderousness." Feiling was suddenly shocked and shouted, "No, don't do it first. I have a way to get the scar on her neck." With that, she pointed to her aunt Yang Feng.