Han Feng went around outside, which was considered to relieve his mood, after all, after cultivating for so long, he had to relax.

On the way to cultivation, sometimes we also pay attention to one piece and one relaxation, and if you are in a high degree of tension all the time, it will be self-defeating and difficult to achieve great things.

Han Feng traveled for several months in a row, and almost visited this world, but he inadvertently found a lot of spiritual materials, but none of them were at the psychic level, and the strongest one was the twelfth rank of the mortal rank.

It's not that he doesn't plant more grade spiritual materials here, but there is no channel to buy seeds for psychic level spiritual materials, these key heavenly materials and earth treasures are controlled by the four major sects and other upper-level forces, how can he obtain them.

Moreover, once he takes the initiative to find the seeds of psychic level spiritual materials, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be targeted by someone with a heart, maybe the Yu Immortal Sect will take the initiative to find him, and life and death are unpredictable.

He also rummaged through his trophies, but he didn't find any psychic level spiritual seeds, and those people were also afraid and didn't dare to rashly collect such contraband.

Han Feng suddenly had a sullen feeling, as if he was blocked by something and couldn't do what he wanted.

He sighed heavily, as if to vent the depression in his heart, and then regained his mood, turned around and returned to the valley of flowers, and continued to sit cross-legged on the ground, sinking his heart into penance.

The years are like water, flowing quietly, and more than 100 years have passed in a blink of an eye.

At this point, nearly three hundred years have passed since Han Feng entered this mysterious little world, and ordinary monks in the Yuan Realm can't live for such a long time, but for Han Feng's longevity, it is just a drop in the bucket, and it is not enough to worry about.

After so many years of penance, his soul power, mana power, and blood power have all improved slightly, and they have become more balanced, all of them are at the level of the second half of the middle stage, and he does not care about one or the other, which can be said to go hand in hand, which is conducive to his follow-up plans.

It's a pity that the Five Elements Rune Seal still can't be compressed anymore, and it stops at one inch and six minutes, so naturally it can't provide any more rune power to the Five Elements Rune Treasure.

Han Feng was helpless, knowing that it would be difficult to break through to such a dilemma if he hadn't broken through to the late stage of the condensation bead, but the problem was that he still had to balance the three forces in his body, and he couldn't let his soul power cultivate into a ride on the red dust, which would be a big deal.

Of course, it would not be easy for him to break through to the late stage of the Condensation Bead, but with the Nine Refining Mystery Divine Technique, it would be relatively easy for him.

Han Feng got up, stretched his limbs, and then took a strange posture, practicing the sixth map of the Ten Picture Secret Dictionary, silently improving his flesh and blood.

Over the past hundred years, he has found that this special exercise is more powerful than the alchemy vajra technique, and has an incomparable effect on refining the body.

His body was well cleaned, although it didn't make him go further, but the benefits were more valuable than his advancement, and only by laying a solid foundation could he go further.

After a stick of incense, Han Feng finished his work and returned to his original standing posture, people were like pines, standing upright, exuding a special aura, but the heaven and earth were quiet, as if they were intimidated by their momentum and did not dare to move.

Han Feng let out a long breath of turbidity, and the whole person's breath suddenly bloomed, rolling up a storm of heaven and earth, the wind was roaring, lightning and thunder, and rumbling, endlessly.

He didn't know what realm he could compete with the strength he had at the moment, but he only felt that he had a huge amount of power, as if he could cover the sky with one hand.

In the next time, he naturally won't waste it, and continues to draw spirit runes, which are other types of low-grade and medium-grade spirit runes, both for defense and for escape.

More than thirty years passed in a flash, and Han Feng drew thousands of spirit runes, consuming all the purple runes in the storage ring, and he couldn't continue to draw them anymore before he stopped.

He was still unsatisfied, feeling that he could continue to draw, and even had a fuller understanding of the structure of the spirit rune, as long as the soul power cultivation reached the late stage of the condensation bead, he had enough confidence to be able to quickly draw a high-grade spirit rune.

After he had cleaned up, he lay down on the spot and fell asleep.

When he woke up, half a month had passed.

Han Feng went to wander again, and made a special trip to the marginal area, sitting alone on the side, watching the process of heaven and earth being derived, and gaining some insights from it.

This is an extremely rare wonder of the world, and he has an intuition that if he understands the truth, he may be able to improve it.

This sitting has been half a year, and he has many feelings, but he can't explain clearly, and he has never been able to penetrate that layer of light veil.

He knows that his own realm has not yet been reached, and it is stronger than sealing, but it is a kind of pain, and the gains outweigh the losses, so it is better to relax and let go for a while, maybe at a certain stage in the future, it will be a matter of course, and he will naturally reach that level.

He got up and left, returning to the flower valley again, taking out the various spiritual materials he had picked along the way.

He took out the Dan Furnace and planned to refine the pill, of course it would not be a spirit pill, but a mortal-level pill, after all, he had no extra spiritual materials at the psychic level.

Han Feng calmed down, ran the Fu Dan Lotus Method, and put the spiritual materials into the Dan furnace in turn, and began to boil them in an orderly manner.

It's just a stick of incense, the top cover of the Dan furnace is opened, the fragrance is fragrant, it is refreshing, it is definitely a pill, and it exudes a dazzling purple light, I don't think it will be a low-grade pill.

Han Feng's expression was calm, and he raised his hand to take it out, it turned out to be a purple twelve-grade pill, he held it in his hand, and after taking a closer look, it was still at the level of four flowers, but the medicinal power was more refined, and it was obvious that his refining technique had improved again.

He pondered silently for a while, then suddenly put away the Dan furnace and began to review it carefully in his mind, not letting go of any detail.

Three days later, he took out the text of the Fu Danhua Lotus Method, carefully studied its contents, and sorted out the key points again, trying to find a higher mystery from it.

More than a month later, Han Feng opened the furnace again, but the result was still the same, and he still failed to break through to the five-flower level, which seemed to be a big hurdle.

He naturally won't be discouraged, anyway, there are countless spiritual materials for refining the mortal-level twelve-grade elixir, and he is not afraid of wasting it at all, not to mention that it won't really be wasted, the four-flower level mortal-rank twelve-grade elixir, when put into the outside world, is also a rare thing to see in a thousand years, which is enough to make everyone go crazy. (https:)

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