Chapter 1 Tracking Magic Xiu on

Mo Xiu appeared in Xianxiazong. This news was brought back to Xiandao Peak by Han Fei. Mu Yu was immediately shocked.

How did Mo Xiu sneak in? How do they cover up the magic? What's the purpose of sneaking in?

Three big problems, Mu Yu thought of a lot of small problems in an instant.

"There is no need to ask how to get in. Think about it, they came in by relying on the characteristics of Tianmoqi." Guihai said in a low voice, "But I think there should be no more demons lurking. The magic spirit is that the black and speechless is just a wisp."

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Guihai's spiritual power has been carefully explored. After confirming that there was no magic cultivation lurking, five Sanxiu Jindan elders and hundreds of disciples of Bailianfeng took Mu Yu's orders to the large and small sects of the Tang Dynasty.

This order has the meaning of telling the world, as well as the meaning of connecting the world, and the connotation is all guessed by everyone.

"You just stay here and wait for the opportunity to break through." Guihai ordered Han Fei, but Han Fei immediately retorted.

"Master, I need revenge, otherwise, my mood can't be broken through again."

Guihai was shocked when he heard the words. Indeed, everyone knew that Han Fei's deep hatred Xianxia Sect had destroyed his whole family. This hatred was irreconclusive. If it can't be put down, sooner or later, it will be taken advantage of by the heart demons.

"Well, let's go, but when you see the dark speechless, how far it is, how far to go!" Guihai carefully advised. Black speechless is the peak of the golden elixir period, full of power, not you can resist.

In a word, it completely extinguished the fighting spirit ignited in Han Fei's heart.

The swifts broke through the sky like lightning, and the speed was so fast that even teaching Hanfei was surprised. Feiyu also stayed in the sword pool for 20 years, absorbing the strong aura of heaven and earth. How about the speed and strength? Hanfei has not been tested.

Suddenly, Feiyu's body suddenly soared, like a giant eagle. His claws grabbed a small turtle and fell in front of Han Fei.

"Fly rain, how can you grow so big? Are you really a swallow?" Han Fei patted Feiyu's head in surprise and rubbed Feiyu's soft feathers.

"Choo!" Yuyan looked up proudly, and his paws stroked the little turtle.

"Choo-chiu!"

"Clap!"

Yuyan suddenly shouted in pain. It turned out to be the little turtle. There was a green light on the turtle shell, and there was countless thunder and lightning on her body, which made Yuyan's whole body paralyzed.

Immediately, Feiyu grabbed it angrily, and his wings fluttered into the air.

"Choo!" With a flick of his paws, the turtle was thrown into a lake in a valley in the distance.

"Hung--" The tortoise let out a sad howl.

"I'm tricky, dead swallow, stop!" Lei Yun roared angrily, and his Cuihua was bullied. He did not dare to find Hanfei and sprinkled his anger on Feiyu.

The flying rain arrogantly turned his head, chirped twice, and the lightning broke through the air, leaving thunder and cloud irritable stamped his feet.

"Brother, how long will it take for me to go back?"

"Damn... Give me a wall for ten years!!" Lei Yun had to abuse his private power and vent his anger on his poor disciple.

"Ah!" The disciple immediately fainted.

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Walking on the horseway, Han Fei couldn't help sighing. Looking back on the past, he and the four of Da Niu rode together, dressed in sasant customer service, and indulged the days of the world together.

Entering Yudu City, the bustling streets, the traffic is full of traffic, and the shouts of hawkers are endless.

This is the city of mortals, which is lively and much better than the popular trading point of immortals.

"Brother, just baked pancakes, I want two!"

"Brother..."

"Oh, handsome guy, do you want to come..."

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The noise in his ears came into his ears, and Han Fei always smiled faintly. In his heart, he felt that the city of mortals was much better.

"Taizong Zhao told that Yang Lang, the martial arts master, was extraordinary, and his marksmanship was amazing. He was specially awarded the post of Major General Zhendong, and he did not order military power, and did not order generals..."

"Isn't this a false job? What's the use of it?"

"Don't shout. The Yang family is already the first master of the Tang Dynasty. It is the god of the army. It is already a big job. Do you still care about a major general? I heard that this is what the female master of the Yang family means."

"Wo-Wo~~"

Han Fei drank tea faintly and listened to the news about the Yang family in his ear.

The Yang family is now in charge of the eldest lady Yang Feng. Her husband and second wife are extremely assisted by her husband, and they are full of children and grandchildren. Except for the dignity of the old lady when she was alive, everything is the same.

"Come out of the way, the martial arts champion is coming!"

At this time, a shout came from outside the door, and everyone couldn't help but get up to meet each other. This is the Zhuangyuan Building, which is the branch of Yujing City to Yudu City. People who drink here are generally literati.

"Hey, now the top literary and martial arts champions are here." Han Fei sat still by the window and listened to the person standing up opposite and said, "The champion seems to be an orphan refugee adopted by Mrs. Yang more than 20 years ago..."

Han Fei's eyes moved. More than 20 years ago, he and the four of Da Niu came to Yudu City. It happened to be a period of war. The five of them were a pair of siblings who were eager to survive in Yudu City. Is it that he was the champion?

There was a gentle sound of footsteps on the second floor. Han Fei turned his head and looked around. A slightly handsome and weak young man quickly walked down.

The weak man, his clothes are simple, not too noble, not too impoverished. Seeing the teenager, Han Fei couldn't help nodding secretly.

At the same time, a young man came into the door. The young man's face was ruddy, his posture was straight, and he was wearing a luxurious military uniform. He strode into the door, followed by several followers, which was magnificent.

"The Yang family has never produced military generals, but I didn't expect to be a famous literary champion this time, tut!" The man in front of Han Fei continued to say. However, Yang Lang seems to be a little unpopular.

Isn't it as simple as pleasing to people? Everyone who stands up bows their heads to be respectful, but the contempt and disgust revealed in the underground eyes can be felt by Han Fei.

"Congratulations to my cousin for winning the martial arts champion!" The weak young man politely greeted him, but the strong young man really hummed arrogantly, "Who is your cousin, and he doesn't look at his identity. Humph, a unslut!"

Han Fei frowned deeply.

"What?" A dog behind Yang Lang saw that there was still one in the restaurant who did not get up to salute, and he couldn't help but be furious.

"You are so bold. Don't you know this is the young master of the Yang family? Get up!" The dog's legs pedaled a few steps to Han Fei's side, pointing to Han Fei's nose and cursing.

As soon as the man scolded, Han Fei suddenly widened his eyes, and the coldness in his white pupils broke out in an instant.

The dog's leg immediately shivered.

Han Fei got up, walked to Yang Lang, slapped him, and put Yang Lang to the ground. What the Yang family taught you is such a domineering and show off your identity?

The crisp applause made Yang Lang's eyes confused, making everyone in the restaurant dumbfounded, and everyone on the street look over. When it was found that the young master of the Yang family was beaten here, he was even more scared to hit this and that.

"You... how dare you hit me?" Yang Lang's martial arts had no resistance. He was beaten to the ground, covered his face, and said incredulously, and a feeling of humiliation spread to his head.

"It's you who hit it." Han Fei grabbed Yang Lang, held his collar, and shouted rudely.

"Don't hit." Yang Wenci ran over and pulled Han Fei. Incredibly, his hand, which had no power to bind the chicken, actually pulled Han Fei.

Han Fei turned his head, and the white pupil flashed. I thought to my heart." Is this the seven- or eight-year-old child? Are you twenty-eight years old?"

His men were not loose. Han Fei carried Yang Lang and walked all the way to the Yang family. Yang Wenci followed him all the way and persuaded him all the way, but Han Fei's heart was like steel. Even if he cared about Yang Wenci, Wen was obviously too weak to bully him.

Thinking of Yang Lang in his hand, Han Fei was angry. Why did your aunt give birth to you bastard?