More than half a month later, the black-faced man who had threatened him before returned to the island.

He floated in front of the shattered mountain peak and looked at it, then escaped into the cave and checked it again, and then walked away.

Han Yu watched coldly from the sidelines, and closed his eyes again after he left.

One day, three months later, four foundation-building monks came to the island.

"Strangely, the aura on the island seems to be much thinner. A strange-looking middle-aged monk said with some confusion.

"Duan Qi, Kushan Island's spiritual power is already thin, so there's nothing strange about it. Beside him, a bearded man wearing a coarse cloth shirt and five big and three thick beards said indifferently.

"A hurricane has formed on the surface of the sea and will pass through the island in less than a day. It's far from the shipping lane, and this kind of heavenly merchant ship won't pass by, but be cautious. The purple-faced man frowned and reprimanded.

The last man was a young monk who had just built the foundation, and his breath was still a little unstable, and he didn't say a word.

"Duan Yu, you go to the other side of the island to be on guard, if there is someone, you will send a note. The purple-faced man turned his head and commanded.

The little monk hurriedly threw up his hand and flew towards the other side of the island.

"Let's split up and take the Ice and Fire Fruit back after the hurricane is cleared. After saying this, the purple-faced man flew towards the center of the island.

The big man also laughed wildly, and then flew in the other direction, leaving only the middle-aged monk on the shore.

He wanted to find out, but after thinking about it, he didn't find it interesting, so he simply found a hidden place on the shore to retreat and breathe.

Han Yu took in the movements of the four of them and frowned.

He settled in the Kowloon Sea, and he still knew some things about this sea.

A hurricane is a gust of wind rising from the sea, which causes some trouble to mortals, but poses little threat to monks.

He didn't understand what the purple-faced man said just now, but he will know it tomorrow.

Just now, the middle-aged monk said that the aura on the island was abnormal, and he couldn't help but feel nervous, because the spiritual veins on this island had been sucked into waste stone by the stone spirit.

If he had been cautious in his investigation, he would have found clues.

Fortunately, he didn't have the idea of pursuing it to the end, which made Han Yu breathe a sigh of relief, after all, it was quite troublesome to let him disappear quietly.

If the thing in those caves doesn't help him, let the Duan family take it away first, and if it helps him a little, then he will be ruthless.

By evening, the wind was already blowing on the sea.

Of course, Han Yu would not be blown by the wind when he hid underground, and his eyes were now all focused on the few flowers and plants in the cave.

The wind blew for a day and a night!

The next morning, the sea was full of waves, crashing wildly against the reef, and a dark shadow appeared on the sea in the distance.

The next day, a hurricane about 200 zhang high and 50 zhang wide appeared on the sea, and it was heading towards the island.

The four monks on the island were all gathered on the seashore, and their faces were excited.

Han Yu saw through Shi Ling's perspective that the strange plants in the cave were shaking slightly under the strong wind, but as the frequency of shaking became faster and faster, these plants were actually growing slowly.

This made Han Yu very surprised!

However, Qingteng has not awakened yet, and Han Yu can't understand the specific effect of this thing.

The hurricane roared over Kushan Island, and these flowers and plants produced a strange fruit under the action of the hurricane.

This fruit, half fiery red and half dark blue, emerged with a strange aura that contained powerful spiritual power.

At this time, the four monks had already arrived at the entrance of the cave, and the purple-faced man pasted an earthy yellow talisman on his body and came to the cave.

He looked at the dozen or so fruits that had been produced, his eyes showed excitement, and he took out an earthy yellow jade box from the storage bag and carefully collected the fruits.

Then the yellow light on his body flashed again, and the person appeared outside the hole.

"Fourth brother, how is it?" asked the youngest monk with the most shallow cultivation.

"Fifteen in total, if nothing else, I can have three more foundation building monks in my family!" the purple-faced man laughed.

"Great!" the middle-aged monk also smiled.

"Duan Qi, you can bring these seeds back to the family. The purple-faced monk gave it into his hands.

"Third brother, aren't you going back?" asked the bearded man a little strangely.

The purple-faced monk looked at the departing hurricane and explained easily, "I'm going to Qingluo Island for a little personal matter, and there is definitely no danger for the three of you to go together." ”

The middle-aged man put his things in a storage bag, and then stayed on the island for another half day, waiting for the wind and waves to become lighter before leaving.

The three of them released a small boat three feet long and one foot wide, and watched them disappear before turning around and flying towards the other side of the island.

They have been planning this matter for several years, and he feels very comfortable that it can be resolved smoothly today.

These days, on a whim, he wants to travel around the surrounding islands to see if he can break through the current realm.

But he flew over a wasteland, and suddenly his body sank, and a huge force pulled him to the ground.

The purple-faced man was extremely experienced in fighting techniques, and he let out a loud roar to extract the mana from the dantian, barely stopping his body in the air.

He hurriedly looked around, only to see an ordinary-looking monk looking at him with a smile.

"Who are you, and why did you attack me?" the purple-faced man asked loudly.

The timing of this guy's appearance is too coincidental, and it is likely that he stayed on the island early to watch him come out alone and attack.

Then the secret of the Ice and Fire Fruit they just took should have been discovered!

Now it's time for him to escape and report the matter to the head of the family, so that he can find a way to deal with this crisis.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bell in his arms rang loudly.

His face changed suddenly, and he didn't want to think about it.

A crystal clear bone claw passed through where he had just stood!

Han Yu frowned, it was the first time he had encountered a sneak attack of the bone claw that had been dodged in advance.

However, he didn't dwell on this trivial matter, a red phoenix erupted from his mouth, and with a pinch of the sword trick in his hand, sixteen sword lights slashed towards him.

The purple-faced man was pulled by gravity into the sky and had difficulty moving, and he had just been forcibly shaken off, which had already hurt his vitality a little.

"This fellow Daoist, I am a monk of the Duan family on Qingshan Island! If there is any misunderstanding, you may wish to say it bluntly, as long as you can do it, I will never shirk it. The purple-faced man urged a purple shell, which quickly grew larger and blocked in front of him.

Han Yu sneered and ignored it, but the sixteen flying swords that had been slashed over scattered in the sky and slashed towards him from all directions.

The purple-faced man's face suddenly became ugly!

He recited a spell in his mouth, forming crystal clear ice spears in front of him, slashing at the three flying swords that struck behind him.

His train of thought was clear, only one of the sixteen flying swords was real, and the rest were fake!

He wanted to use a spell to distinguish the authenticity, then block it with a shell, and then look for a chance to escape.

The purple shell in his hand is the shell of a thousand-year-old mussel, and he has the confidence to resist the blow of the magic weapon, let alone this flying sword.

More than a dozen ice spears pierced through, and all three flying swords were pierced, but the phantom slashed at him instead.

There was something strange in his heart, but he didn't care, and continued to use his spell to slash at the three flying swords under him.

It's empty again!

He felt a little strange in his heart, and glanced at the monk, and found that there was a strange smile on the monk's face.

His heart was shocked, and he felt a chill in his back!

He looked down and saw that a bloody scabbard was still trembling slightly.