Under the scorching sun, Chen Feng sat cross-legged on the mountain, forming mysterious seals with his hands, and his whole aura seemed particularly quiet.

The water flows eastward and leaves fall. Five years of time are like quicksands between fingers, quietly leaving, but Chanjue Cliff, as the forbidden area of ​​Tianjun Peak, still few people come.

If a disciple of a sect climbs to the Cliff of Confession at this time, he will find that the Yin-Yang Pond transformed by the Spiritual Eye Spring has become extremely dim, and the medicine garden covered by the gravity glow seems to be robbed and ravaged, and it is very messy.

If it weren't for the gravity halo around the Sui Cliff that became more and more thick and sticky, it would really give people a sense of decline.

Chen Feng, sitting cross-legged on the rocks on the mountain, was filled with dense figures of his skin using thousands of martial arts, and even his eyes were severely bound.

As Chen Feng gradually revealed the heavy breath of eight layers of Qi refining, the martial arts figure flowing on the surface of his skin actually emerged from his body, and around Chen Feng's sitting cross-legged, it turned into a light and shadow afterimage.

Soon, the vast mountain floor was almost occupied by many martial arts afterimages. Each afterimage had different moves, but there was no sound.

During the process of practicing thousands of martial arts silently, its power is very spectacular.

Because the gravity halo became more and more intense, the relationship that completely closed the Chanju Cliff was as early as three years ago, this place became an isolated place, and even Hao Deyong and Mohua never came up again.

After a stick of incense, Chen Feng, who was sitting cross-legged on the mountain, had a faint white aura steamed from his head. Only after countless martial arts aftermaths were attacked and contracted back to him, hiding in Chen Feng's skin.

After finishing the practice of the Crazy Demon Fight, Chen Feng was extremely bachelor and fell to the ground with a buzz, his whole body was soaked in sweat.

"Five years have passed, not only has the sect welcomed a group of new disciples, but also a few new students have filled in Tianjun Peak. Don't you plan to leave the Confession Cliff?" Qiu Hong's words in the cave seemed quite weak.

Chen Feng put on a large font and lay on the rock. His eyes looked at the scorching sun in the sky and said lightly: "There has been a lot of heat on the Cliff of Chanjue recently. Are the peaks of these huge peaks of Qianji Sect the closest to the sky?"

Hearing Chen Feng’s question and answers and his mindless words, Qiu Hong had already walked out of the cave: “In five years, you, a stinky brat, seem to have become much more stable.”

"If you are beaten up every day, you will not be able to get upset!"

Chen Feng did not get up, lying on the ground and smiled faintly, as if he was enjoying a rare and comfortable rest time.

"Although I haven't seen through your immortal body and the hidden secrets, I really can't afford to support you anymore. See what you have done? Not only did I swallow the spring of the Spirit Eyes, but I also ruined my medicine garden in a mess!" Qiu Hong looked at the medicine garden that seemed to have been gnawed by a flock of sheep, and his wrinkled old face couldn't help but look annoyed.

"It's a pity that I have good things to keep. I'll give you back when I'm rich..." Chen Feng's faint smile made Qiu Hong's face twitch.

"Bon~~~ You guy is already very hard to deal with your own cultivation. What are you going to pay? I am extremely regretful now that I brought you to the Confession Cliff. After practicing for five years, I have only been a low-level cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining. I guess there is no more useless disciple in the Qianji Sect. Let alone I teach you in the future, so I won't be embarrassed." Qiu Hong roared strangely.

"Old guy, what exactly is there in that cave? You have come out less and less recently, and your breath seems to be getting weaker and weaker!" Chen Feng smiled awkwardly, stood up lazy and asked the old man.

"I'm not so depressed that I'm worried about using your secret techniques, the three skills of engraving seals, Mi Fangbu and Crazy Demon Fight have been taught to you. Even if you keep on the Confession Cliff, you won't get any benefits." Qiu Hong said with a stern face.

"In five years, you just master the three skills. You old guy is too irresponsible, right?" Chen Feng stood there casually, not only his breath was peaceful, but he also did not have any power.

"A waste like you who have slow cultivation and progress in the country will not be much better even if you give you another five years." Qiu Hong rolled his eyes and said.

"How is it? There are no competitions in some days. Do you dare to compete with me again?" Chen Feng smiled brightly on his face and provoked Qiu Hong.

"Just a stinky guy like you, even if you practice for another hundred years, you will not be my opponent." The thin old man looked at Chen Feng in front of him. During the process of adjusting his breath, he no longer had the relaxed look of five years ago.

Seeing Chen Feng standing there casually, he had no intention of taking action. Qiu Hong adjusted to the eighth level of Qi Refining, and the power corresponding to Chen Feng was released. A burst of light appeared under his feet, and his body had jumped up.

"Boom~~~"

Qiu Hong swung his legs towards Chen Feng's head, but he didn't dodge or dodge. With the explosion of his legs, he withstood Qiu Hong's attack.

Even the space was accompanied by Chen Feng's figure, and there was a slight vibration.

Chen Feng, who was hit on the side of his head by a leg, didn't even blink, and there was still a plain smile on his face.

"Bang!Bang!Bang~~~~"

Once Qiu Hong's offensive was launched, it was like a storm, pouring on Chen Feng's body.

In the explosion of force accumulated on the surface of the body, although Chen Feng was shaking, he maintained a relaxed look.

“Woo~~~”

After being hit on Qiu Hong's chin with a huge hook, Chen Feng raised his head slightly, his feet only rose one foot from the ground, but his body weight suddenly increased, and with a constant aura, it fell on the ground.

Facing Chen Feng's condescending look down, the thin old man's continuous offensive was blocked for the first time and his body retreated for some distance.

"I'm really weak..."

Chen Feng touched his chin with a slight scratch, grinning with a big mouth and looked dissatisfied.

"Buzz~~~"

Before Chen Feng could finish his words, his body was already twisted and arched with strong force.

Seeing Qiu Hong's powerful punch, which was so powerful that he thrust into his abdomen, Chen Feng's eyes were all convex.

"You're still very early to look down on me!"

The figure that Qiu Hong retreated to the distance before dissipated in the explosion of force. A wave of light hit Chen Feng's cheek. While he was knocking him down cleanly, the thin old man said with a shameless laugh.

Chen Feng, whose body was rising on the ground, felt dizzy and even his side face was swollen.

It took a long time for Chen Feng to come back to his senses in the dizziness and grinned his teeth to calm down the trauma of his body.

"You are a villain who doesn't keep your word..." Chen Feng stared at Qiu Hong and said disdainfully.

"If you want to blame, you can only blame you for being too weak. So what if your body is different from an ordinary person? You are not a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining. In the face of the absolute level gap, you are vulnerable." Qiu Hong said with a smug smile.

"As long as I give me enough time, what is your level..." Chen Feng jumped into the Yin-Yang Pond and said contemptuously to Qiu Hong.

"You don't have the capital to be rampant. If you want to live long, you have to learn to keep a low profile. You not only need enough time, but also need huge cultivation resources to support you." Looking at the power of ice and fire in the spring of the Spirit Eyes, the continuous pouring into Chen Feng's body, Qiu Hong even showed despair.

"Anyway, the spring of the Spirit Eyes is not as good as before. It would be better to make some contribution to me in the end, and that dilapidated medicine garden. I believe that a big hand like you will not look down on it. When I leave, I will clean it up for you." Chen Feng looked greedy, as if he was taking the opportunity to take revenge.

Qiu Hongcang's eyes showed fatigue and looked at Chen Feng calmly: "There is nothing important, don't go back to the Cliff of Confession."

Seeing Qiu Hong return to the cave, Chen Feng asked with surprise, "Old man, don't you have anything to remind me?"

Time passed slowly, until the spring of spiritual eyes that Chen Feng was in disappeared, he still did not receive the old man's reply.

He struggled to squeeze into the medicine garden covered by gravity, digging out the rhizomes of the elixir and putting them into the storage bag. Chen Feng did not see the old man coming out to stop him.

Until Chen Feng cleared the medicine garden, the Cliff of Confession seemed extremely quiet.

Chen Feng, who took a deep breath, did not say goodbye to the old man, but looked solemn, kneeled outside the cave, kowtowed respectfully three times before he got up and walked towards Yunmu Bridge, and his figure gradually disappeared into the magnificent halo of gravity.

Compared to Chen Feng climbing the mountain road of Tianjun Peak five years ago, although his body was twisted, it was not too difficult to get down the peak. Every step he took seemed to include the hardships of practicing for five years.

During these five years, although Chen Feng felt Qiu Hong's strangeness, he did not enter the cave to explore, and he never asked too much about the old man.

Halfway through the mountain, Chen Feng just glanced at the still majestic Tianjun Palace and headed towards Zhongling Valley in the lower peak.

"The Grand Grand Ceremony is not the only opportunity in life. You don't need to be discouraged. As long as you can keep practicing hard, you will have the opportunity to become famous sooner or later..." As soon as you arrived at Zhongling Valley, Chen Feng had already heard the familiar words of senior brother Hao Deyong.

Seeing Hao Deyong rejoicing the three new disciples, Chen Feng couldn't help but smile.

Because Chen Feng did not hide his aura, not only Hao Deyong, but also the three new disciples with a somewhat depressed look quickly discovered his arrival.

"My junior brother, you..."

When Hao Deyong found Chen Feng wearing a black robe, he seemed to have seen a ghost.

"Hello, senior brother."

Chen Feng bowed to Hao Deyong with a refreshing smile on his face.

"Haha~~~ Are you surprised to see me, a genius, come down..." Hao Deyong's face looked strange, but what he thought of was Chen Feng's stinky butt and laughing loudly.

"Don't it be like that?"
Chapter completed!