Han Feng walked out of the teleportation hall on the top of the hill on the left, and he glanced up at the east gate and found that it was huge, more than ten times higher than this hill, which made people feel a little frightened.

He slowly retracted his gaze, spread out his soul power, and found that at this moment, there were already seven people gathered at the foot of this mountain, all of whom were monks of the Perfection Realm.

He immediately walked down, and found that these seven people were all their new disciples, and he didn't know if it was deliberately arranged by the Feather Immortal Sect.

These seven people are men and women, and when they saw Han Feng coming down, some nodded in greeting, while others were indifferent, looking like they were ignoring it.

Han Feng naturally didn't care, and returned the salute one by one with a smile.

He didn't speak, but stood silently.

At this moment, three more people walked out of the teleportation hall on the top of the mountain, it was Zhao Yuntao and others, after they went down to the foot of the mountain, they looked at Han Feng for the first time, but they didn't dare to say hello, after all, Han Feng urged them not to reveal their relationship with themselves.

"Hey, it's really all our people, I wonder how many people are going to go to the East China Sea?" said a man with a scumbag on his face.

It looks like he is very old, but in fact, his skin is no different from that of a teenager, but I think his real age will not be too young, after all, no monk who has reached the level of consummation of the knot is too young.

In this world, there are very few people who can step into the psychic realm at such a young age as Han Feng and Murong Xue, and they are all people with great opportunities.

What's more, if Han Feng's time in the Remnant Fu World is counted, in fact, his mental age is not young, and he is also an old monster of five or six hundred years old.

After a stick of incense, more than 40 people have gathered here one after another, and it is still increasing.

However, at this time, there was someone who was not their stubble, but an old inner disciple, and Han Feng also knew that it was the Red Lotus Fairy.

She had a gorgeous face, dressed in a fiery red dress, but her face was full of pride, ignoring them, and stood straight to the side with her eyes closed.

When Han Feng saw her, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, explaining that it was not that the top management of the Feather Immortal Sect deliberately arranged for these new disciples of them to go to the East China Sea, but that they should indeed have such a task.

As he expected, several veteran inner disciples came one after another, all of them arrogant, not taking them in the stubble in the slightest.

Han Feng saw it in his eyes and remembered a rumor, saying that there were two distinct factions in the Feather Immortal Sect, one was a native disciple, and the other came in as a loose cultivator from the outside.

In fact, this phenomenon is not only unique to the Feather Immortal Sect, but also reflected in other large and small sects, but to different degrees.

After another quarter of an hour, everyone was there.

Han Feng secretly counted them, there were exactly sixty-four people, most of them were their group of new inner disciples, and the rest were all veteran figures, and they were mainly native-born monks.

They waited for a few more moments, and another person walked out of the teleportation hall on the top of the hill.

This person's aura is incomparably majestic, if he hadn't been restrained, I'm afraid that the entire sky would have roared spontaneously, and the aura in all directions would surround it on its own, and its strength could be seen.

This person was undoubtedly the psychic monk surnamed Huang, as soon as he came out, in a flash, he came to Han Feng and the others.

Han Feng glanced at him and found that this person was also a figure at the late level of psychics, although he would not be his opponent, but he should not be underestimated, after all, the psychic people of the Feather Immortal Sect were not so easy to deal with.

"I've seen Your Holiness!" the group hurriedly bowed and saluted, shouting loudly.

"Well, you're all here, then without further ado, you can go!" the psychic monk surnamed Huang waved his hand, looked around at them, and said lightly.

After saying this, he raised his hand and pinched the trick, and quickly shot out a series of magic seals, and flew suddenly towards the huge east gate.

Seeing this, many people felt inexplicable, after all, all those seals flew to the empty space of the east gate, what effect could this have.

Han Feng's eyes lit up slightly, as if he had seen something.

The same was true of the Red Lotus Fairy, staring intently at the east gate.

At this moment, those magic seals did not pass through the east gate, but suspended in the space between the east gates, combined into a array, and in an instant, the light burst out, gradually condensing into an altar-like existence, and there were bursts of runic light emitted, as if they were substance.

Han Feng observed carefully and found that this altar was a teleportation array, which was originally hidden inside the east gate.

"Alright, everybody, go up. The psychic monk surnamed Huang waved his long sleeves lightly, flew over first, and stood on top of the light altar in an instant.

Han Feng and the others didn't dare to delay, so they flew up one after another and stood up.

In a moment, everyone stood still, and the psychic monk surnamed Huang immediately cast a spell to drive this teleportation array.

Han Feng looked around and found that this altar was densely patterned, and with the urging of the monk surnamed Huang, it lit up with a dazzling light, colorful and dazzling.

"Buzz ......"

Suddenly, the entire altar rang with a bang, and then vanished in an instant.

The entire altar and the group disappeared with it, and there was no trace left, and the east gate was still empty, as if nothing had happened.

For a long time, the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dark, and they seemed to be plunged into eternal darkness.

In the midst of this, Han Feng could feel a layer of mysterious power enveloping them, shuttling through the void at an incredible speed, crossing the infinite heaven and earth.

After a full meal, the surrounding heavens and places gradually became clear, and they emerged from the void, as if they had emerged from the deep water area and came to the corresponding teleportation array.

Han Feng and the others opened their eyes in unison, looked around at the surrounding environment, and saw that they were already in another teleportation hall.

"We're here, let's get out. The psychic monk surnamed Huang said lightly, jumped down first, and quickly left the hall

Han Feng and the others naturally followed, and walked out of this teleportation hall after a while.

The sea breeze blows, and the rich smell of the sea blows in their faces, which lifts their spirits.

It's just that the aura of heaven and earth here is very sparse, and it is much inferior to the branches of the Jianyun Mountain Range, which makes them feel uncomfortable gradually.

The teleportation hall is located on a high mountain, and there are many buildings around it, and there are many pavilions and pavilions, and the overall layout is very elegant.

"This is the frontier, why is the aura so thin!" someone said in disbelief.

The rest of the people were also talking, and it was clear that they were not comfortable with the environment here. (https:)

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