Tianchen Realm, spiritual skills, martial arts.

They are all divided into spiritual, mysterious, earth, and sky, and each spiritual art and martial art are divided into three small levels, bottom, middle, top, and on the basis of the original four elements.

After parting ways, Han Feng and Shi Yuhua returned to the room to discuss.

The techniques recorded in Han Feng's True God Fist Book can't beat half a stance with his current strength, and the basic practice of boxing can no longer be used in combat.

"Brother Feng, do we really have to decide to exchange 12,000 spiritual energy for a spiritual level martial art?" Shi Yuhua asked Han Feng.

Han Feng nodded.

The two of them took out six thousand spiritual entities.

Han Feng handed it to Shi Yuhua and went to the largest martial arts pavilion in Dihui City.

Dihui's nine-story building is antique.

In the martial arts pavilion, an old man lay on one floor, watching the two of them come in and ignore them.

How many spiritual energy can you have at a young age? That great force does not have its own spiritual skills and skills.

And each martial art is valuable.

That time, only the powerful emperors who were not some small forces could afford it.

Han Feng walked towards the old man and said, "Senior bought a book on martial arts."

The old man didn't raise his head, "Take out ten thousand spiritual yuan first."

Han Feng nodded to Shi Yuhua. Shi Yuhua understood, and the ring flashed, and piles of spiritual energy appeared on the counter.

The old man then raised his head and looked at the two of them slowly and said, "What martial arts are needed?"

"Ling-level boxing skills"

On the first floor of the attic, there are flowers and plants, and no martial arts books appear.

The old man's ring flashed and he took out a jade slip as big as a palm. He said: "Tiger Fist, the lower level of the spiritual level, ten thousand spiritual essences."

The two of them looked at the old man so casually that they couldn't take any attention. This was ten thousand spiritual yuan, and they exchanged for such a jade slip. I don't know what it was inside the jade slip.

Is the exercise suitable for the practice of two people?

The two looked at each other and hesitated for a while. Han Feng held the jade slip in his hand.

"Slow!" A strong figure came.

The man's voice was tall and burly, and he came down from the stairs upstairs.

The steps are heavy, with pressure, and the sounds are dull, like a dragon's roar.

Every time the burly man raised his foot, his heartbeats would be briskly, and his footsteps would fall and his heart would fall violently, as if a sledgehammer hit his chest, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The energy in the two of them moved to resist the dull sound. The big man noticed that the energy of the two of them was moved to the energy, and his steps became heavier.

There is no grievance or grudge, and the two of them don’t know why this big man is targeting him.

The man spoke like a broken gong, and his voice broke and said to the old man: "I don't know that your highness issued an order. In the future, these two people will not be allowed to trade any material skills in Dihui City?"

The old man then looked at the two of them carefully, Yibai and a thousand-clad clothes, and then looked at his face, which was exactly the same as the portraits that came from the imperial palace that night.

It was the two people who opposed Emperor Junlin at the imperial palace banquet a few days ago.

"It's his subordinates who have neglected their duties" the old man hurriedly admitted his blame to the big man.

As he said that, the old man emitted a strong spiritual energy and transformed into a big hand to recapture the jade slip from Han Feng's hand.

"Next time, you can get out." The big man didn't appreciate it.

As he said that, the big man looked at the two of them and waved his hands, "You can leave now."

"Lingyuan?" Shi Yuhua asked.

The big man smiled coldly, and his feet were piled up. Shi Yuhua flew out and fell on the street.

Han Feng was furious when he saw this. The great man was too bullying. The spiritual energy in his body turned far away, his fists wrapped around the spiritual energy and his energy, and his body was like a sharp sword, rushing towards the great man.

The man was quite surprised when he saw the spiritual and martial arts cultivator. He watched Han Feng, who had two spirits in Lingyuan, rushed in front of him and punched Han Feng.

Han Feng felt that he was hit by a beast, his internal organ was damaged, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell on the street outside the door.

Shi Yuhua's body burst out with vitality and was about to rush into the door. Han Feng hurriedly grabbed his hand and shook his head.

Shi Yuhua, with blood-red eyes, shook Han Feng and rushed into the door.

Before Shi Yuhua could rush into the door, the man in the pavilion stepped on the floor with a kick. Shi Yuhua fell heavily on the street, bleeding from his mouth, mixed with some broken tools, and he could no longer stand up.

Han Feng felt bitter in his heart, and the seeds of hatred were planted, and the great Han Dynasty and the emperor were in power.

"Get out" a loud shout came from the door.

Han Feng's eyes were cold and calm, and he raised his Shi Yuhua and left silently.

Such movement has long attracted attention from the street.

The crowd sighed sympathetically, and looked at the young man in white with a hunched body, the man in a ragged clothes, and the man in a ragged clothes, walked away.

At the entrance of the restaurant, rows of guards blocked Han Feng.

Han Feng smiled bitterly, it was really amazing and his residence was gone.

Without caring about the eyes of the people around him, Han Feng put down Shi Yuhua, took out a Xuan-grade healing pill, fed it, and took one himself.

Supporting Shi Yuhua, he reluctantly did it, and the two of them refined elixirs to heal their wounds.

The two of them sat cross-legged on the street, and did not dare to come over and say hello.

Even if Han Feng and the others don't need it.

People coming and going are like plague gods, avoiding two people.

"Oh, isn't this a elixir god? Why don't you even have a residence?" Two years ago, they looked at the two people on the street and mocked him.

Han Feng heard the man's sarcasm, stood up and quickly punched the man.

The man did not expect that Han Feng would dare to commit a crime in full view of everyone. This is in Di Hui many, Di Hui imperial capital. Who dares to commit a crime will inevitably be punished by Di Hui's laws and regulations.

If Di Hui boycotts the two of them, Han Feng still cares about the ridiculous regulations.

The man was punched by Han Feng to the wall, unbelievable.

Han Feng punched the young man a few more times.

"After a spiritual realm, where is the confidence coming from?"

The young man dared not speak out.

Han Feng opened his bows left and right, slapped the young man with a few slaps, and his face was swollen.

"When I speak, I'm not quite able to speak just now?" Han Feng said viciously.

Your uncle was so angry that he was still looking for death. If you don’t vent your heart, you’re so sorry for the kindness of this young man.

"Yes, sorry, it was a small mistake."

"Well, the boy is teachable." Han Feng praised and slapped two more times.

Han Feng let go of the young man and sat down. The young man left in a panic, looking back while walking, afraid that the fierce god would catch up with him. Seeing Han Feng sit down, he would not disappear in the streets in an instant the previous year.

Han Feng's internal injuries slowly recovered.

Shi Yuhua took the pill and her face improved. However, the man just took action and was vicious. Although his injuries improved, he was still seriously injured and slowly recovered on the street.

"It's him! It's him!" A voice came from afar.

A young man with a swollen face was led by a team of more than a dozen imperial guards.

The black armor made a heavy sound, and a team of imperial guards surrounded the two.

This pair of more than a dozen imperial guards unified the cultivation level of the Xuan Realm. The one who led the lead was the third level of the Xuan Realm, and the rest were at the first and second level respectively.

Han Feng explored the cultivation of more than a dozen people, and the next fierce battle was inevitable.

He took the lead in the imperial guards and said, "Surrender at will." He threw down a pair of handcuffs.

Han Feng looked at the two handcuffs on his body, ignored them, stood up and released his murderous aura, and his spiritual energy surged all over his body.

More than a dozen imperial guards all released their spiritual energy.

Seeing Han Feng preparing to take action, the young man was quite happy, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Your kid, you are the god of alchemy and dare to commit crimes in the imperial capital. I don't know what the outcome would be like?" The young man took the opportunity to mock him after standing behind the imperial guards.

Han Feng looked at the man lightly. When he started, the young man would die, and he really disgusted him.

The spiritual energy of both sides was surging, and no one dared to take the lead.

Han Feng was concerned about Shi Yuhua.

The imperial guards were concerned about Han Feng and had a strong murderous aura. At least there were no less than a hundred lives that died at the hands of this man.

No one dares to act rashly.

"Go! What are you waiting for? My father is the prince." The young man looked at the stalemate between the two sides and felt impatient. He originally wanted to wait for Han Feng to become a prisoner to humiliate and torture him.
To be continued...