Chapter 13 Hundred Thousand Landscapes

A blank scroll unfolded in the dark space. When Han Fei's mind esconceived into this scroll, what he saw was also a vast expanse of white.

Xumi's fantasy map, Xumi said that Han Fei knew it, so Han Fei was not surprised to see this blank space.

The spiritual power swept wildly, and a stream of ideas came out.

"Mountain, water, mountain, water..."

Mountains, rivers and waterfalls are vividly displayed in front of you with the fantasy of cold flying.

"Landscape, landscape, as long as it is landscape." Han Fei's thoughts stimulated him, and the Xumi fantasy map naturally opened a shocking scene with his fantasy.

Standing in the void, on the white clouds, overlooking the earth, peaceful.

The feeling of being superior, contempt for the domineering of everything.

Under your feet, the mountains and rivers are endless, and you can't see the sky at a glance.

The ups and downs of the mountains, the endless flowing water, the falling waterfalls of the Milky Way, the green trees, everything seems so vibrant, so monotonous and full of poetry.

"It's named, 100,000 landscape maps!"

Han Feixin was suddenly shaken out by a strong force and returned to the Dantian space.

Looking at it, the picture of Xumi's fantasy is actually full of green mountains and flowing water, endless, and the peaks and rivers are no more than 100,000.

And from this landscape map, there is a strong force, a strong force. If Han Fei hadn't been the owner of this scroll, he would have been crushed to death by this force in an instant.

"Hahahaha, the power of 100,000 mountains and rivers, swell mountains, gurgling water, this kind of power will be my biggest killer!" Han Fei cheered and jumped up, and his body suddenly shot into the sky, big and small.

Lying on the white clouds, smiling happily and full of confidence. In the future, who can stop me from practicing swordsmanship?

Lying on the clouds and laughing for a moment, Han Fei smiled slightly. His face was no longer cold. The coldness of mixed with original beads could not affect him at all. His temperament, gentle and elegant, light, was cold. This coldness disappeared from the pair of strange white pupils.

He meditated, went down to the ground, collected the sword array, and Han Fei walked out of the woods, led the horse, and walked step by step.

Tongtian Sword sleeps in the ordinary iron scabbard behind it. It's better not to use it for the time being, so as not to wake it up and break the practice.

Three days later, Han Fei walked to a small official road. Although he could walk with a horse, it was just an ordinary sand road. When the horse ran, it was immediately wind and sand flying.

Han Fei ate a meal of sand, and a fast horse ran by beside him, and the wind and sand raised was more than one. Fortunately, Han Fei quietly lucked the sword power in an instant, and exquisitely controlled the sword power, blocking the wind and sand in front of himself and in front of the horse.

"Wo--" The horse sounded his nose strangely and looked back at the owner on his back.

"Choo!" A small blue swallow flew from the sky, attracting many people. It was spring. This may be the first swallow to come.

The swallow fell on the horse's head, and a faint pressure made the horse only know how to walk forward and dare not look back.

A faint idea came to his mind. Han Fei looked at the swift doubtfully. After careful identification, he realized that the swift was telling himself that someone was fighting in front of him, and he was also an immortal.

"Hey, it's so bold to fight here!" Han Fei clamped his legs, and the horse immediately accelerated and ran forward.

Come to a small grassland, and you can see the shadow of the town from afar.

There are a lot of people in front of them, obviously watching the fun.

"Go and have a look!" Han Fei disared his horse, and the swallow jumped on Han Fei's shoulder.

Han Fei pushed forward. Those mortals were squeezed away by a gentle force. Han Fei suddenly came to the front and saw two people fighting.

On both sides of the fight, one is a beautiful teenager and the other is a dark-faced young man.

"Don't follow me anymore, or I'll be serious." The beautiful teenager's movements are light and elegant, and the swordsmanship dances without splashing water. It is round and natural, but the spiritual power on the sword is magnificent.

"Sister, I'm protecting you, and if you travel, you will definitely meet some young people. Brother, I'll just help you, right?" The young man's eyes were smiling, and he felt very cold. Of course, this is what Han Fei saw. As for some other people, they look at young men who are handsome and elegant. They must be the children of senior officials.

"Ji-jiu, jiu-jiu!" Yuyan raised her head on Han Fei's shoulder and looked at Han Fei, as if she was comparing whether Han Fei was handsome or the young man.

Yuyan looked at it for a moment and couldn't help but think that she had followed an ordinary master.

"Hmm." The beautiful young woman suddenly snorted coldly and jumped gently, and unexpectedly jumped out of the crowd.

The man was still in the air, but his eyes lit up and his legs crossed, and he actually wanted to ride on a cold horse.

"Sister, wait a minute!" The young man was also a leap. He quickly flew out of the crowd. When he saw his sister, he was about to ride on the horse. The young man was immediately shocked for fear that his sister would run away. With a slap of lightning, the strong spiritual power naturally sprayed out, and the air exploded.

"Good hand!" In the crowd, someone immediately praised.

"What a fart!" Han Fei cursed secretly, and the power of the sword under his feet had been transmitted to the horse. Of course, Han Fei did not make the horse feel painful in the softest way.

"Ah!"

"Touch!"

Two sounds sounded almost at the same time. As soon as the beautiful teenager dressed up as she sat on the horse, she was shocked by the strong force from the horse and fell to the ground.

And the young man slapped the horse's head and was rebounded by greater strength. The horse raised his head and made the young man seriously injured and fell away.

The beautiful girl just hurt her buttocks, jumped up again, patted the dust and looked at the horse.

The horse raised his horse's hoof angrily and hissed wildly.

"Who brought the beast? How could you hurt me!" The young man was seriously injured and vomited blood, and he couldn't help swearing in anger.

"What? If you want to hit my horse, what if I hurt you?" Han Fei walked out in a small step, but it seemed to cross the space. He stepped on the horse in a few steps, gently patted the horse, and then sat on it.

As Han Fei spoke, a huge momentum came out, so that the young man and the girl could not move. The momentum was not aggressive or threatening. If Han Fei had a trace of aggressiveness, the young man would be crushed to death by the momentum in an instant.

"Is this... the meta-phase?" The young man and the girl were shocked at the same time. It was very good to have a period of exercise in the remote areas here, and there would be a Yuanhua period.

"Wait...wait!" As soon as Han Fei took a few steps, the girl actually gritted her teeth and shouted. Of course, the pressure she received was just the Yu Wei that Han Fei took back.

Han Fei stopped and looked back at her. The girl took a few deep breaths and said, "Senior, what an offense just now. Please forgive me. Junior Chen Qing, disciples of Aoki Sect, come out to travel this time... Hey, senior, wait!"

Han Fei didn't finish listening, and the royal horse left.

[The next chapter, crazy slaughter!!!! Stay tuned!