Chapter 2 Tracking Magic Repair Next

"Let go of my young master."

"Brother, let go quickly. He is the young master of the Yang family. He can't afford to offend him."

"Who is that man? He is so awesome. He beat Yang Da, the champion Yang Da, and he dares to go to the Yang family to ask for guilt."

"I always feel that this teenager is a little familiar!" An old woman stood by the roadside on crutches and looked at the powerful cold fly.

At this moment, Han Fei pulled Yang Lang's collar, which made him unable to move and walked all the way to the Yang family.

Yang Lang's dog legs ran back to Yang's house early to inform him. When Han Fei arrived at the Yang family, he heard the sound from the door of the Yang family.

Opening and rumbled away, the girl with an angry face helped a quite old woman and came out.

The woman was already half-old, her hair on her temples was white, and she frowned and crawled all over the corners of her eyes and forehead.

The girl was fifteen or sixteen years old, cute and cute, but there was a trace of intelligent light in her eyes.

"Mother, why are you angry with the eldest brother? You also know that he is very annoying." The girl took the old woman's hand and persuaded her to say,

Although the old woman is old, she is tall and doesn't need help at all, but she likes her daughter's help very much. Yaner, how can you talk like this? No matter how bad your eldest brother is, he is also your eldest brother. He is just a young man. He is a little angry, but his mother wants to see who doesn't give the Yang family face so much and beats the Yang family in front of the world.

"Old lady, you have to make the decision for the young master." The dog legs lay on the ground and cried sadly, as if it was himself who was wronged.

"Get out of here, don't get in the way here." The girl scolded with great disgust.

"Here we go." The old woman's eyes were not blurred. When she saw the crowd coming from afar, most of them were people who watched the play, led by four figures. Walking in front of him, a young man with long hair, white pupils were cold, with a dusty temperament and a powerful big hand, clutching an extremely burly young man. On the left and right, they are a weak young man, and on the one hand is another dog-legged man, Yang Lang, who loudly threatened Han Fei.

The young man in white robe walked in, but the old woman's body trembled, and her eyes were full of fog.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Don't cry, don't cry, daughter will save the eldest brother. When the girl saw her mother crying, she immediately became confused and felt pain in her heart.

The girl came forward to stop Han Fei. She couldn't help shouting, and the slender ** swept over.

He swept his legs and was in the wind, but Han Fei smiled gently. He stretched out his left hand and grabbed the girl's bare feet. Then he gently shook it, and the girl was shaken away.

The girl was terrized and was about to take action again. Looking up, the young man had put down his eldest brother and appeared in front of him in an instant.

"Xiao Yaner has grown up. I remember that at that time, you were still ten years old, and you suddenly became a big girl. Well, very beautiful." The white pupil young man opened his arms and gently hugged the girl. The girl's face turned red and her heart was flustered, but the next moment she was shocked by Han Fei's words.

Holding Han Fei's chest, the girl looked up at Han Fei's handsome outline, familiar eyes, and familiar gentle smiling face.

"Ah, it's Brother Hanfei!" The girl covered her mouth and shouted softly, just like five years ago, as happy as a little swallow. She hugged Han Fei's neck and smiled brilliantly.

This woman is Yang Xiaoyan. In order to commemorate Han Fei's mother, Yang Fengcai named her like this. Five years ago, the old lady passed away, and Han Fei came back to mourn. She also met Yang Xiaoyan and loved her very much. On the contrary, Yang Lang came back from the capital in panic after Han Fei left. At that time, he was still studying martial arts in Yangjia Mansion in the capital.

Yang Xiaoyan's sudden embrace surprised everyone. In particular, the two dog legs and Yang Lang look incredible.

"Han Fei? Ah, I remember that two people in the Yang family entered Xianxiazong to cultivate immortals 20 years ago. Is it him?

"No, twenty years ago, he looked like he was in his twenties."

"You are stupid, cultivate immortals, that's eternal youth!" A woman interrupted and cursed.

The masses speculated that only Yang Xiaoyan and Yang Feng were still smiling.

Han Fei put down Xiaoyan, wiped off Yang Feng's tears with his hand, and said, "Auntie, the child is back."

"Xiao Fei!"

Everything is so familiar, with the surrounding trees, flowers, and the surrounding houses, walls and courtyards.

The only change is that people are the ones who can't stand the time. It only takes a little bit, and people will change, or grow old, or change their personality.

Yang Lang knelt in front of the hall with two servants. Yang Feng hated it and slapped him a few sticks.

Han Fei took out the four elixirs. Auntie, these are the four health elixirs. The child can't prolong your life for you, which will make you suffer from reincarnation in a hundred years. These elixirs can make you and your second aunt and uncle healthy.

Yang Feng took it very seriously. Han Fei said again, "Auntie, young people all hope to make contributions. He has also learned a skill. I'm afraid he also has this idea."

"Xianxiazong recruits disciples every year. Why don't you let him try it?"

"What?" Yang Xiaoyan and Yang Lang shouted inconceivably at the same time, and Han Fei's words echoed in their minds. I can go to cultivate immortals, can I go to cultivate immortals?

"Mom, I'm going!" Before Yang Feng could speak, Yang Lang had raised his head and said resolutely.

Yang Xiaoyan was also excited and blushed, but when she saw Yang Feng, who was already old, she couldn't help but be gloomy.

Han Fei smiled, looked at Yang Feng, who was also happy, and said, "Auntie, let him go. Xiaoyan will also go. For 40 years, they have been staying in the Yang family to practice."

"Is this okay?" Yang Feng, who had been worried that there was no one to retire, raised her head.

nodded and said, "Yes, I will pass on their practice. Forty years later, let them go to Xianxia Sect. Just say that they are my relatives. Xianxia Sect will not say anything."

After saying that, Han Fei turned his head, and Bai Tong's cold murderous air instantly enveloped Yang Lang, making Yang Lang fall into the ice cellar. Facing the cold fly, Yang Lang felt that in the face of the ancient lonely beast, he could kill him with any action.

"Yang Lang, today you are going to cultivate immortals. You must abide by the rules."

"You must not bully your family, and you must not be arrogant. Don't collude with the devil, don't collude with villains, and don't meet with evil people.

"I respect the teacher and cultivate immortal skills and mind methods. I have my permission, and I can't teach anyone. You may abide by it!"

Yang Lang set off a storm in his heart. These rules are obviously aimed at himself. He knows what kind of temperament he has. He has also thought several times that he is really superior from time to time.

"I can!" Yang Lang raised his head and shouted out firmly.

Han Fei looked at Yang Xiaoyan, and Yang Xiaoyan immediately shouted happily, "I can too!"

"Okay, very good!" Yang Feng happily took Yang Xiaoyan and Yang Lang's hands. She also felt that when she was old, she was no longer as young. She could cross the battlefield, and her children could have the blessing of cultivating immortals. She was really happy. In the past, if you want to have a fairy fate, you must make great achievements.

Han Fei immediately sighed. After grandma's crying, and after five years of meditation, he also saw that mortals are mortals. They do not have the resources to cultivate immortals. They are destined to receive the reincarnation of the six paths. It has been a benefit for three generations to have a panacea to keep the body and live a hundred years old.

"Feier, don't be so sad. You are a person who cultivates immortals. You should see through the world. My aunt and I also fought in the battlefield when I was young. I have been looking away from life and death. I, Yang Jiaerlang, must look at it before killing the enemy."

Han Fei nodded and wore the leisure method of Yang Xiaoyan and Yang Lang.

Both of them are Han Fei's relatives. They want Han Fei to teach them by himself. The spiritual power is introduced into their minds and taught in the most confidential way.

Xuantian Zhengxin's secret and all kinds of seal methods were handed over to the two people.

"At the beginning of next year, you will go to Xianxiazong, explain your identity to the disciples, report my name, and then you will go to Sister Xiaomeng. She will teach you other methods of practice."

"Yes!" The joy in the two of them can't be suppressed, and they are three feet tall.

Yang Lang's heart needs to be influenced by Xuantian's positive heart formula. Otherwise, if it goes on like this, his heart will definitely be extremely poor.

After staying at Yang's house for another three days, Haosheng taught the two.

On the early morning of the fourth day, Han Fei walked out of the door, looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and frowned.

"Although such a demon spirit is not heavy, the spirit of the ghost is very strong, and it must have killed a lot of people." The murderous intention in the chest slowly emerged, and the chill naturally broke out from the chest.

Within a few meters of the body, all the flowers and plants turned into ice in an instant. By the wind, they turned into countless ice crystals and dissipated.

The dark clouds are at the top, and the gloomy atmosphere blows down. The whole Yudu City is extremely dark. The wind and sand blows, and the leaves are wandering around the streets with a small tornado.

The figure gradually decreased, and rare people rolled up the quilt, pulled the playful child from the backyard, and pulled the panicked door dog.

"Jie ha ha ha, I dare not go to Yujing City. When I come to your small town, I don't believe I can't find delicious food."

In the dark clouds, a gloomy smile suddenly spread. Among the residents of Yudu City, countless people immediately turned pale and trembling with fear.

"It's a demon. The demon is coming."

Panic and noises were everywhere. Yang Lang and Yang Xiaoyan behind Han Fei woke up from the cold air of Han Fei and couldn't help exclaiming.

"Magic Road!!"

"Feier, if you can save it, do it quickly. Don't let the devil harm the innocent!" Yang Feng came from a distance, and the maids helped him in a panic.

Han Fei smiled, and the dragon sword behind him buzzed. He drew a long green dragon and rose to the sky.

Immediately after that, Han Fei stepped into the air, and the shadow was long, like a white dragon, swam up.

"In the Yuanhua period, who is my enemy now? Let's see how you are!"

In my heart, I thought about it. With a long roar, I suddenly made a nine-day dragon roar.

"Cang--" Although the dragon sword spirit has not woken up, it also has its own spirituality. It moves with Han Fei's mind, and the sword spirit swings out.

As soon as the cold flew out, the sound of the waves suddenly appeared in the capital.

"Howo~~"

The big waves beat, the sky and the earth trembled, and the dark clouds were scattered in an instant.

"Who are you? I know that I'm a disciple of the Devil's Gate. Hurry up and let me spare you!" There was a sad howl of Peking Opera in the dark clouds, but when he saw that Han Fei did not continue to pursue, he thought that Han Fei was afraid and couldn't help laughing.

"I don't know whether to live or die!" He hummed coldly, and the coldness of the sword all over his body broke out in an instant. Like a landslide and tsunami, the dragon sword swam around the whole body, like a long dragon galloping.

"Sword cultivation? You are Han Fei, the dragon sword master of Xianxiazong!" The magic Xiu trembled and was shocked. Seeing that the sword was like a surging wave, he was immediately scared to roll up the demon cloud and fled.

"Twenty-seven years ago, my whole family died at your hand, under this magic cloud, and told me to cry day and night, looking at the moon and miss each other." Han Fei's expression was as cold as ice, and he roared murderously. But the voice makes people feel extremely sad and sad. If I'm not here today, it's rare that the tragedy at that time will reappear. How can I dispel my hatred?

Hate is so high that it is only higher than the sky, and the murderous intention is like a vicious wave rolling.

Roaring like a wild dragon and a tiger, Han Fei carries infinite murderous energy and chases it to the sky.

As soon as the cold flew away, the magic cloud was not there. Yudu City returned to the clear sky, and the gentle sun shone down.

However, none of the people in the city dared to speak loudly. They were immersed in the sad mood given by Han Fei. They were all experiencing Han Fei's extremely sad thoughts and Han Fei's deep hatred.

They are all praying to Han Fei.

......

He felt the cold murderous intention behind him, and the magic cultivation was extremely afraid in his heart. He was only in the late stage of Yuanhua, and he could feel the power of Han Fei's half foot stepping into the realm of Jindan. How did you meet this madman? It is rumored that this man killed when he saw Mo Xiu. It's really true. I hope that man can save me!"

The magic cloud suddenly closed in an instant and entered the magic cultivation body, showing the figure of a middle-aged man.

Han Fei took a void step, the dragon sword set off the left and right, and the sword gas turned into a gas mask, which accelerated a lot. Like a wandering dragon, shuttling through the clouds, it caught up with the magic cultivation in an instant.

"If I break through the golden elixir period, the sword eye and spiritual power, and at the same time sense the change of the aura of heaven and earth, the flight speed will definitely be doubled." Han Fei instantly came to the middle-aged magic body, shook his legs and stamped on thousands of legs.

"Compain with my magic practice... Ah!" The middle-aged man was ready to laugh, but after a while, he felt severe pain all over his body, and his body was unstable and fell to the ground.

This is an attack of cold sword cohesion. Even if it is attacked with legs, it is not acceptable to ordinary people.

The magic Xiu fell from the clouds, and Han Fei chased after him. He turned over and shook his legs, like a green dragon swinging its tail, smashing the magic Xiu into a huge mountain.

"If I were the Jindan period, I would smash you and the mountain together." Han Fei's every move is comparing the power difference between himself and Jindan period.

"Roar~" The magic cultivation is miserable, and the speed and power can't fight coldly, but it can't be beaten all the time. Suddenly, it roars out, and a long sword roars out. The magic sound is harsh. On the sword, a ferocious and twisted ghost face is cold.

"It's inhumane, I can't keep you!" When Han Fei looked at the sword, he could not suppress his anger. The sword spirit condensed into the water, and he rose in front of him, like a terrible wave. With a plop, the earth trembled and howled, making a dareless cracking sound.

Reverse winding to the sky, like water through the sky, blowing up the sky. One attack and one blow are so powerful that it is true that Han Fei has worked hard for 20 years.

The water is rapid, shaking the world against the waves, and the stars appear in front of the magic body, like the mouth of a giant beast, biting down.

"Ah!"

Mo Xiu and his magic sword were swallowed up by countless sword gas in an instant, together with the top of the peak, they were swallowed up by the big waves of sword gas.

It rumbles and lasts forever.

After a long time, the smoke and dust dissipated, revealing the place devoured by the sword.

At first glance, the top of the mountain still disappeared, and together with the magic body, it assimilated into dust.

And the cold fly disappears.

Hidden in the woods, the fog of Xumi is covered, as if hiding into the void. The space emits ripples and disappears for a moment.

A dark shadow was hidden in the shadow behind the tree. Looking at the disappearing mountain from afar, he whispered, "It's not the golden elixir period, but it has the destructive power of the golden elixir period. This person is so terrible that he is worthy of sword cultivation!"

After reading the dark shadow, his body suddenly swayed and disappeared.

A small tree, trembled twice, but also disappeared.

Han Fei looked coldly at the figure running fast in front of him and was secretly surprised.

"This person is so fast, at the peak of the Yuanhua period, and his physical strength is very strong. What's going on? Is it the magic cultivation to refine the body?

After tracking for a moment and entering a valley, the figure suddenly stopped and did not look back. He said coldly, "With me for so long, come out!"

Han Fei paused and shut up and said nothing. The power of the sword on his body has been restrained into the meridians, and the fog of Xumi is also stimulated, and the body and breath are covered. Even people with a keen sixth sense will not feel it, because the fog of Xumi is to cover the feeling.

"I thought I didn't find you?" The shadow sneered, and his body was about to move. Han Fei sneered. If it hadn't been for his concealment and confidence, I'm afraid he would really think that the other party had found himself.

The void behind him was silent for a long time, and the dark shadow suddenly whispered softly. Could it be that he really didn't follow, but why did he disappear? Wasn't it hidden in the dark? Did he really go back?

whispered in a low voice, and the figure hidden in the black fog waited for a moment. Ling Nian swept again and again, and did not find any sound.

"It should be back, otherwise it won't come out. Think about it, Yudu City has been attacked by other magic practitioners. He should feel that he has just gone back.

The dark shadow whispered, which shocked Han Fei, but his face was still cold and his breath remained motionless. The mist of Xumi is more hidden and motionless.

For a long time, the dark shadow suddenly flashed and went into the distance.

Han Fei sneered coldly. What a treacherous person, it's dangerous to blow up my Yudu City. This time, I'll follow you again. Am I an idiot?"

Han Fei stands still and naturally integrates with his body. Looking from the air, there is no movement anywhere around.

The black film fell from the sky again after the moment. It seemed that it was really confirmed that no one was following, and then walked towards a mountain wall.

As soon as the shadow walked a few steps, he suddenly turned around and shouted, "Look for death!"

Turning around, the momentum exploded and attacked the void.

However, Han Fei still sneered, stood still in the distance, watching the play, and looked at the magic.

The attack naturally failed, and the person who didn't follow again and again, the magic cultivation was finally sure that no one was stalking.

"If this person is so careful, there must be a big secret!"

Han Fei snorted coldly. After the magic body, he was invisible and very close to the man.

Mo Xiu walked to the mountain wall and gently patted it on a protruding stone on the mountain wall.

The wall of the mountain suddenly lit up with black light, and black traces appeared like ink. It turned out to be a large array, covering the whole valley.