Spring went and autumn came, and two years passed quickly.
Ziyue Island, a secret room.
Han Zhangxiang was sitting cross-legged on a red cushion. In front of him was a red cauldron wrapped in billowing flames. The temperature in the room was frighteningly high.
After a while, Han Zhangxiang retracted his magic spell, the flames suddenly dissipated, the top flew up, and a red light flew out, which turned out to be a palm-sized flag.
The surface of the flag was glowing red, emitting a strong fire attribute fluctuation. It was obviously a top-grade magic weapon.
On the flagpole, you can vaguely see three small words "Fire Flag". This is the magic weapon that Han Zhangxiang refined for Han Benfu.
To be honest, he originally wanted to refine a set of magic weapons. After all, there were a lot of materials. However, due to the limitations of his refining level, he was unable to refine a complete set of magic weapons and could only refine one top-grade magic weapon.
It is very difficult to refine a set of magic weapons, and Han Zhangxiang has not yet reached this level of refining.
"Finally it was refined."
Han Zhangxiang murmured to himself that this was the second top-grade magic weapon he had refined. With time, he would be able to refine the third and fourth.
He waved his hand and the Fire Flag flew towards him and landed in his hand. With a slight shake, countless red runes suddenly appeared on the flag. Billowing flames swept out, emitting a scorching heat, and the temperature in the room rose sharply.
"It looks quite powerful. Benfu should like it."
Han Zhangxiang put away the Fire Flag and walked out.
Half a quarter of an hour later, he arrived outside a secluded valley on Qinghulu Island. The valley was shrouded in red mist, and he sent a sound transmission note.
Not long after, the red mist rolled violently, and Han Benfu walked out quickly with a big smile on her face.
"Chief, please come in."
Han Benfu invited Han Zhangxiang in. There was a small courtyard with red tiles in the valley.
As you enter the yard, you will be greeted by a red attic with carved beams and painted rafters. On the left are three acres of green and red sacred bamboos. A simple red bamboo building is located in the center of the bamboo forest. On the right are three acres of red sacred flowers that are half a person tall. A group of red bees are collecting nectar in the sea of flowers.
In the middle of the yard is a cobblestone path that divides the yard into two.
The fire spiritual energy here is abundant, and Han Benfu's training here is relatively fast.
Han Changming spent a huge amount of money to buy dozens of hundred-year-old green fire bamboos and hundreds of spiritual bamboos that were more than fifty years old, and asked Ye Xin to set up the Nine Palaces Soul Locking Array to assist Han Benfu in her cultivation.
Han Benfu brought Han Zhangxiang to the red bamboo house, took out tea leaves and tea sets to make tea, and soon, a pot of steaming hot spiritual tea was ready.
"Patriarch, please."
Han Benfu poured Han Zhangxiang a cup of spiritual tea and handed it to Han Zhangxiang with both hands.
Han Zhangxiang nodded, took the teacup, drank it all in one gulp, and a heat rose in his abdomen.
"Yes, Benfu, take a look at this Fire Flag. Do you like it?"
Han Zhangxiang praised, took out the Fire Flag and handed it to Han Benfu.
“A top-grade magic weapon!”
Han Benfu's eyes lit up and she looked a little excited. A top-grade magic weapon would cost a minimum of 600,000.
"I originally wanted to refine a set, but due to my limited refining skills, I could only refine one. The materials Changming got are better. If I can get the right refining materials in the future, it won't be a problem to upgrade it to a spiritual treasure."
Han Zhangxiang said slowly.
"Thank you, Patriarch. You have worked hard, please have a few more drinks."
Han Benfu thanked him and picked up the teapot to pour tea for Han Zhangxiang.
"How are your father and the others doing recently? Where are Benyong, Duanrong, Maofeng and the others?"
Han Zhangxiang drank tea and chatted about family matters.
"Dad and Aunt are in seclusion, Mom is refining a third-level talisman, and my second brother is also in seclusion. Duan Rong and the others went out to sea to hunt monsters and haven't come back yet."
Han Benfu said truthfully.
After the marriage between the Han family and the Zhou family, their strength increased a lot. With the support of Master Ling Xiao, no force can go against the Han family. Strictly speaking, the Han family does not control important resources for cultivating immortals, so naturally there is no force to go against the Han family. Who would do something that has no benefits
Han Zhangxiang nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's good. I plan to retreat to the late Jindan stage. Benfu, you guys should take care of the family. If there is nothing important, don't disturb me while I am practicing."
In the past few decades, he was busy refining equipment, but his cultivation level remained at the middle stage of Jindan. Han Benfu, Ye Xin and Ye Xue had all advanced to the middle stage of Jindan, and Han Changming had even advanced to the late stage of Jindan.
If Han Zhangxiang had not spent a lot of time refining magic weapons, he might have advanced to the late stage of Jindan. However, he did not regret it. With his current level of refining, it was much easier to earn spirit stones, which was a good thing for him and his family.
Han Benfu nodded and said, "I understand, clan leader, you can practice with peace of mind! The clan has us! You have worked hard for many years, and it is time for you to practice well. It is time for us to share some of the pressure with you."
The younger generation of the family has grown up, so the older generation of Jindan cultivators such as Han Zhangxiang can relax a little.
Han Zhangxiang smiled knowingly and agreed.
After chatting for a while, Han Zhangxiang left and returned to Ziyue Island to practice.
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On a deserted island over a hundred miles in size, more than two dozen blue sea lions lay on the beach. Some of them were headless, while others were chopped in half, and their blood dyed the ground red.
Han Duanrong and fifteen other cultivators were dealing with the corpses of the monsters. There were five foundation-building cultivators and ten Qi-refining cultivators.
The Han family has more than thirty foundation-building cultivators in the outer sea. Some are in Haoran City, some stay in Ziyue Island and Qinghulu Island, and some go out to travel.
Han Duanrong is mainly responsible for leading the team to hunt monsters. She has already cultivated to the middle stage of foundation building and is not far from the late stage of foundation building.
"Someone is coming."
Han Duanrong frowned and looked up into the sky.
It is common to encounter other cultivators when hunting monsters. If you encounter an evil cultivator, it will be troublesome.
A sharp bird cry was heard, and a black shadow appeared in the distant sky, flying towards here quickly.
Not long after, Han Duanrong saw the true appearance of the black shadow. It was a scarred black vulture. Its left wing looked a little unnatural and a large number of feathers had fallen off. It was a second-grade, top-grade demon bird.
Han Duanrong raised her right hand and a thick, long green vine flew out and headed straight for the black vulture.
The green vine is as thick as an adult's arm and is covered with sharp green thorns.
The black vulture flapped its wings fiercely, and more than a dozen gray wind blades flew out, hitting the green vines one after another, making muffled "ding ding" sounds.
Han Duanrong shook her wrist, and the green thorns on the surface of the green vines flew out, and some of the thorns hit the black vulture.
The black vulture let out a shrill bird cry and its speed slowed down greatly. Taking this opportunity, the green vines entangled the black vulture's claws and threw it to the ground.
With a dull thud, a big hole was smashed into the ground and dust flew everywhere.
The black vulture flapped its wings continuously, releasing gusts of wind in an attempt to escape, but it was all in vain. Two green flying knives flew over and cut off its head.
A green light appeared in the distant sky. Not long after, the green light stopped, and it turned out to be a misty green scroll. Five men and two women were standing on the green scroll. The leader was Liu Feng, the only descendant of the Black and White Impermanence.
Liu Feng stayed in Haoran City for two years. Three foundation-building monks protected him closely and he had been safe and sound. Not long ago, Black and White Impermanence sent someone to inform him that the trouble had been resolved and they allowed him to return to Penglai Island.
On the way, they encountered a group of second-level demon birds. Liu Feng tried to kill them, but the top-quality second-level demon birds escaped, and they chased them here.