The two handed over the spirit stone, Han Fen put away the written contract, and the middle-aged man left lightly.

It seems that it is true as Yanhua said, if they don't rent it, they will probably be empty for a year.

It is worth mentioning that, with the exception of Chang'an City, all cities are where monks and common people live together, and only some individual places are isolated by simple illusion formations.

Only Chang'an City has a light curtain that separates the world of cultivation from the mortal world. This light curtain was not built by future generations, but was passed down from a thousand years ago. No one knows the specific situation.

Yanhua made a secret with both hands, and the spiritual energy spread out in all directions. All the cobwebs in the corners and the garbage on the ground were swept away and piled up in the center of the courtyard.

Han Fan was amazed when he saw it. It wasn't that he couldn't do it, but that this technique required extremely strong spiritual energy control, and he hadn't reached this level yet.

"The beauty is so hidden," Han Fan praised.

"???This is a dusting technique that can be seen everywhere on street stalls. Have you never learned it?" Yanhua looked surprised.

"Dust removal technique..." Han Fan covered his face.

After cleaning up the courtyard and house, Yanhua looked at the empty courtyard and took Han Fen to the market.

After another round of bargaining, Yanhua shook a black cloth bag in her hand as if asking for credit.

"In the bag, there are the seeds of the Blue Spirit Flower. The Blue Spirit Flower can be spawned with spiritual energy. The purer the spiritual energy, the faster it will grow. If it is the power of Confucian words, the speed can be doubled. Your

The yard is empty, plant some flowers, it will make you feel comfortable." Yanhua put the bag into Han Fan's hand and said.

"Is it better to just bury it in the soil?" Returning to the courtyard, Han Fen asked, pointing to the open space in the courtyard.

"Oh... forget it, I'll do it." Yanhua took the seeds with a look of helplessness on her face.

It was already midnight when all the work was done, and there were no pedestrians on the street. The night in Jincheng was not dark, and the red lanterns outside the doors of every house on the street were never extinguished.

There is a square rock pillar every ten meters on the official road. The top of the rock pillar is spread out in four corners, and fixed with light stones, which are street lamps.

Yanhua walked on the deserted street, thinking about the handsome young man. He seemed very easy-going and didn't like to show off. Sometimes he was silly, but he actually became a first-class monk. Is he really strong?

?

Yanhua is full of expectations.

Seeing that there was no one around, Han Fen used the power of golden words to penetrate into the land and reach the seeds.

Just like a scene in a fairy tale, under Han Fen's perception, the flower seedlings broke open the seeds at a speed visible to the naked eye, broke out of the soil, and opened branches and leaves. There was a small bract on the top of the separated paper strip, which gradually opened.

, sky blue flowers are blooming one after another.

The power of emerald green words illuminated the Blue Spirit Flower, and the entire courtyard was printed in sky blue. Han Fan was so shocked that he could not speak for a moment.

(Han Fen’s Confucian aptitude is the power of golden words, but it is emerald green when used due to Jun Yu Jue, which is almost the same as the power of green aptitude. As mentioned earlier, the power of golden words refers to aptitude, while the power of green aptitudes refers to the aptitude.

Green refers to color, I hope everyone can understand.)

He was shocked by the vitality of these seeds. Han Fan was impressed by the vigorous and hard-working attitude. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, but when Han Fan thought about it carefully, he couldn't grasp the clue.

After sorting out his mood, Han Fen went back to his room and started practicing.

The complicated things finally came to an end, and Han Fen took out the manual given to him by Mr. Sun and began to read through it.

The name of the body technique is "Nine Elements of the World". In arithmetic, nine is the most important. Since ancient times, the techniques and techniques named after nine are not simple.

Jiuxingtianxia is not marked with grades, it is divided into nine lines in total:

Run in a group to increase your speed.

Take two quick steps and your speed will double again.

The three elements rush requires corresponding physical fitness and consumes a lot of spiritual energy to rush at high speed for a period of time.

The four lines are elegant and the body can stay in the air for two or three seconds.

The five elements are floating with feathers, and the body shape is like feathers floating and uncertain, making it difficult for people to figure out where to go next.

With six lines of photoelectricity, when viewed from a distance, it looks like a streak of light passing by.

The speed of the seven-element floating image has reached its extreme, and the double image caused by the rapid speed of the body appears, making people dazzled.

The eight rows are so close together that the distance between a hundred meters is only one step, shrinking the ground into an inch.

Nine lines of the world, the world is so vast, and can be reached from all places.

After reading the technique, Han Fen put it into his bag, walked out of the house and began to practice in the small courtyard. The handsome young man in emerald green clothes paired with the sky blue blue spirit flower looked so beautiful.

Early the next morning, Han Fen was shaken out of his cultivation state by an exclamation. When he walked out of the house, he saw Yanhua covering her mouth with a surprised look on her face, squatting half-crouched in the yard and watching non-stop.

"So early." Han Fen greeted.

"Did you induce the birth of these flowers?" Yanhua asked hurriedly.

"Yes, otherwise, could it still be you?"

"Oh, yes, you are a Confucian monk, no wonder, that makes sense."

If Yanhua knew that Han Fen only used a stick of incense to induce the birth of these flowers, I wonder if she would think it made sense.

"Do you need to practice for a while? Your spiritual energy is exhausted?" Yanhua was very considerate.

"It doesn't matter, let's go directly."

Yanhua wore a tight-fitting black training suit today, with a long-handled knife hanging on her waist. Her short hair was neatly combed back and tied up with a light blue rope, and she looked like the Lan Linghua in the yard.

It goes well together, and the black clothes depict her amazing curves in more detail.

The two of them came to the Huifeng Mountains together, and Yanhua began to walk slowly, looking around carefully.

Seeing Yanhua's capable appearance instantly, Han Fen secretly praised her.

"Han Fan, tell me honestly, what kind of cultivation level you have." Yanhua asked in a low voice.

"What does it matter?" Han Fen asked.

"Keep your voice down, be careful not to alert the alien beasts. Of course it does matter. Your strength determines what level of alien beasts we will hunt!" Yanhua took it for granted.

"Then what level do you usually hunt?" Han Fan was curious.

"Of course it's the third-level intermediate level. Some weaker third-level and sixth-level beasts can also try it." Yanhua said quite proudly.

"Ah?" Han Fen was shocked.

"Ah, what, don't you know that the strength of alien beasts is generally half higher than that of human beings?" Yanhua looked at Han Fen like an idiot.

"Oh, let's go with the peak third-level beasts." The third-level intermediate beasts were a bit easy for Han Fan, and he wanted to challenge himself.

"Are you sure? This is no joke." Yanhua confirmed with Han Fan again.

"Then third-level intermediate level?" Han Fan said uncertainly.

After all, he had never come into contact with a third-level peak beast, and he was still carrying Yanhua, so Han Fen was worried about something unexpected happening.

Yanhua raised her round chin and looked down at Han Fen. Her long and narrow eyelashes divided her contemptuous eyes into small sections.

Han Fan spread his hands helplessly: "I have killed the third-level intermediate ones, but I have never tried to kill the peak ones."

"So what kind of cultivation level do you have?" Yanhua still refused to lower her chin.

"The peak of the second realm." Han Fan said matter-of-factly.

"Pfft..." Yanhua couldn't help laughing, but then she felt something was wrong.

"That's not right. Senior Zhao, who is a second-level cultivator, will give you the badge of a first-class worship monk? Are you dazzled by the old man?" At this point, Yanhua realized that she was outspoken and stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Perhaps it was given to me because my cultivation at the peak of the second level can hunt third-level intermediate beasts." Han Fan speculated.

"Don't pretend to be a fool, or you may die." Yanhua didn't believe him.

"Don't worry, third-level intermediate beasts are not a problem." Han Fan waved his hand proudly and continued to move forward.

Today's Huifeng Mountain Range is particularly quiet. Normally, you can see strange animals passing by every minute or two. Today, the two of them have been walking for almost a stick of incense, and they haven't even seen a single hair.

"I always have a bad feeling in my heart, be more careful." Yanhua whispered into Han Fan's ear, as if she didn't want to break the silence in the forest.

As his level increased, Han Fan's Jun Yu Jue became more and more familiar with the forest. In the forest, his range of perception was almost twice as large as usual.

In Han Fan's perception, the forest always pointed him in a direction, and that direction made Han Fan's skin feel a little uncomfortable.

His experience on the border taught him that this is his sixth sense for predicting danger.

After thinking about it, Han Fan decided to go take a look. He changed the direction intentionally or unintentionally, and Yanhua did not notice it.

If it is extremely dangerous, his skin will not feel slight discomfort, but will feel constant tingling.

"There seems to be a sound of fighting ahead, let's go take a look." After walking for about half an hour, Yanhua stopped and sensed it, and said.

"Um."

Yanhua bent her waist, as high as the bushes in the forest, and sneaked closer to the direction of the sound. When she saw Han Fan following carelessly, she just rolled her eyes and waved her little hands to signal Han Fan.

hidden.

Han Fan had no choice but to imitate Yanhua's movements and follow behind.

After walking in, the two climbed up a giant tree, and it turned out that they were two third-level peak alien beasts fighting for life and death.

The two strange beasts are the saw-toothed porcupine and the flaming tiger.

Han Fen suddenly felt very familiar. The giant tiger with bright red hair was the mount of his senior brother when he first entered the spiritual world!
To be continued...