On the mountain road leading to the ancient scripture pavilion, I felt the attention of some disciples. Chen Feng, who was standing on the small motorcycle of Jingneng pedal, curled his lips slightly and thought he hadn't seen it.

"It is already very good to be able to trade the Tianyan Stick to 210 intermediate spirit stones. The most important thing is to bring back the corpse of the first seat of Qingtian Peak." Qiao Xueqing saw that Chen Feng was in a bad mood and comforted her with a smile.

"I lost two ancient treasures this time, and I don't know when I can earn them back. Even the person wearing a hat and photographing Tianyan stick with a black robe has not figured out. It is probably difficult to see the treasure of Tianyan stick reappear in the world in the future!" Chen Feng said unwillingly.

"Do you still want to grab the sold things back? The man in a black robe wearing a hat entered the Qianji Mountains as a person from the Wanjian Sect who watched the ceremony. I believe this is not wrong, but it seems a bit difficult to catch up with his specific identity at the moment." Qiao Xueqing had no intention of mind.

"The guys from the six major sects are really thick-skinned. They almost destroyed the Qianji Mountains a year and a half ago. In the blink of an eye, they came to watch the ceremony as if nothing had happened!" Chen Feng muttered with dissatisfaction.

"The Qianji Sect in the past actually collapsed after that war. Now interests are something that all parties need to consider. Now that Qianji Sect is taken over by the Yuansheng Dynasty, the relationship with the six major sects will become more complicated." Qiao Xueqing's smile faintly revealed emotion.

"The ancient tomb of immortality is here. I see that the dark tide in the Qianji Mountains will not only not calm down, but will slowly ferment and expand as time goes by!" Chen Feng, who returned to the mountain pavement of the Sutra Gaige, said expressionlessly.

A busy situation was revealed on the huge mountain floor at this time.

The blue sky was sunny and sunny. Including Huang Wenji, a group of disciples who had newly arrived at the Gujing Pavilion opened up their own residences on the vast mountain floor.

Compared to the high shelves that appeared overnight on the mountain, the cave houses of Chen Feng and Qiao Xueqing seem much shabby.

Seeing Jiang Tianlang holding a flying sword in his hand, and the sword light flowing and cutting tofu, he took out huge rocks from a mountain wall and quickly opened the cave, Chen Feng's face turned dark.

The Qianji Mountains are vast and vast, and even among the sects of many disciples, their residences will not appear crowded. Some practitioners who like quietness can even live alone on a small hill.

However, on the mountain where the ancient scripture pavilion is located, the various defensive and prohibited lights are shining together. The pavilions of the disciples are not very far apart, and people who are very wary of their hearts even arranged array flags to wrap their residences, which seemed hazy.

"Mr. Chen Feng, I heard that you have made a lot of money in Tianji Peak this time, and you have gained a lot of money, right?" Li Lin, the first director of the Sutra Tibetan Peak, walked over and said with a smile at the right time.

"It's okay, so many people have rushed in at once in the small mountain of the Sutra Peak. How can I live in the future..." Chen Feng expressed his dissatisfaction with a cold face.

"It's okay. Including you and Qiao Qing, the sect has approved a total of ten disciples to guard the ancient scripture pavilion. In fact, there is no need to be too reserved. The other disciples guarding the Sutra Pavilion pavilion are not too old for practicing in Qianji Sect. How many of them have joined the sect with you? There are also a few who have only recruited the sect in the past two years, and they are all younger disciples." Li Lin's expression was also a bit complicated.

It would be a good thing if all the disciples whom the ape feared were included in the lineage of the Sutra Peak. However, after seeing these people, Li Lin, the leader of the third generation of the Sutra Peak, had a sense of concern that he could not control it.

"Nephew Chen Feng, why did you come back so late? Those who don't know think you are afraid of everyone!" Huang Wenji's words seemed sarcastic.

"You fat pig, you dare to pretend to be an elder in front of me. You might as well find a place to pout. You just worship a master with a higher seniority. How proud you are? Now your blind master may be tortured somewhere. If I were you, I would be embarrassed to show my eyes here." Chen Feng grinned with a big mouth, his face full of viciousness.

As the other disciples came out, Huang Wenji could not bear Chen Feng's unscrupulous sarcasm, and walked towards him step by step with a gloomy face.

Not only Li Lin, watching Huang Wenji and Chen Feng face-to-face confrontation, the other disciples also felt that the situation was not good.

"Fatty, it's useless to pop your little eyes out. One day when I'm here, there will never be room for you to be proud. If you don't want to be taught a lesson, squinting honestly is your only way out." Chen Feng didn't care about Huang Wenji's pressure at all.

"I'm useless..."

Huang Wenji looked fierce and his right fist even ignited a metal flame.

"Boom~~~"

Chen Feng let go of the terrifying weight of the body of the sky, and his strength was so powerful that with him as the center, the rocky ground at the mountain floor under his feet was shattered layer by layer.

Seeing that Chen Feng no longer controlled his weight, his feet were deeply trapped in the ground, and the rock formations shattered and rose inched, just like a circle of rocks falling down the waterfall. Jiang Tianlang and others couldn't help but look a little shocked on their faces.

Although he knew that Chen Feng and his disciples who were arranged in the Ancient Classic Pavilion were definitely not good people, Li Lin did not expect that the trouble would come so quickly.

I realized the terrifying weight of Chen Feng, Huang Wenji, whose arms were metalized, had to perform his flashing hand.

“Woo~~~”

Before Huang Wenji could take the lead, Chen Feng's terrifying body was so terrifying that he was approaching him like a ghost. He grabbed his broad palm and grabbed him with his head and face, and pulled him roughly closer.

"Boomdd~~~"

The sharp and heavy fist wind lingered, and seeing Chen Feng's barbaric fist thrust towards Huang Wenji's face, Li Zhen and the women's facial expressions seemed to twitch like they saw monsters.

"Oh shit……"

Huang Wenji, who was confused by Chen Feng's rough methods of playing cards, was so angry that he was swollen with him.

For a moment, the rocky ground on the mountain pavement was beaten by the two of them and a round pit was burst into pieces. Even the newly built pavilion defense restrictions were shattered one after another.

Seeing the bursts of force burst, the head of the Sutra Peak looked stupid, and it seemed that he did not expect that the fierce battle between Chen Feng and Huang Wenji would be carried out in such a hot way.

"This is really a continuous move that is so fast that I can't see clearly. This is the first time I have seen such a fight..." Jiang Tianlang, a disciple of Xingluo Feng, opened his mouth and sighed.

"It's just a competition of cruelty. I want to use brute force to crush the opponent. Chen Feng's ninth level of Qi Refining Cultivation, and Huang Wenji is in the late stage of Tongxuan. Who will win in the end?" Tian Junfeng's new female disciple wearing thick clothes said with a smile on his face.

"What kind of style is in the end, Qiao Qing, you go and stop them..."

Seeing that because of Chen Feng and Huang Wen were fighting with each other, some disciples of the Sutra Peak were looking for their breath. The sound came up, and Li Lin could no longer watch it.

In response to Li Lin's instructions, Qiao Xueqing turned her face aside, completely looking like she was not in charge of her.

At this time, the metallic luster of Huang Wenji's arms had already spread throughout his body under Chen Feng's pain, but he was still a little bit out of the opponent's tyranny and barbaric, and he was vaguely at a disadvantage.

"The Heavenly Kung Fu is really a terrifying Buddhist body refining technique. It can actually suppress Huang Wenji, a late-stage cultivator in Tongxuan, with the cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi Refining. His power is quite great." Li Zhen glanced at the sturdy Chen Feng and said with a smile.

It is amazing to be a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining. He can compare his background with the late Tongxuan cultivator, not to mention that the person is still "Imperial Wenji".

Although Chen Feng's fight was rough and barbaric, it contained a mysterious martial arts insight, which was more effective than some martial arts skills, which made everyone on the mountain more or less wary.

"I'm still watching what to do. Go up and pull them away. Do you want to see those two guys destroy this place?" Just when Huang Wenji was severely damaged by Chen Feng and was a little unsustainable, Zi Hanying had already spoken up and went forward to fight.

Seeing that Jiang Tianlang also stepped forward to stop Chen Feng, Li Zhen and others then put away their expressions of watching the show, intervened in the hot battle group, pulling Chen Feng and Huang Wenji apart.

"Don't pull me, I have to kill him today..."

Huang Wenji's metallic face was deformed by being beaten, obviously he was conscious of being at a loss.

"In front of me, you will always have the life of being a 'second son'. Today they are lucky enough to count you, otherwise you would have to bury you here to make flower dung." Chen Feng tore off the torn casual dress on his body, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, took out a mink coat and draped it on his body.

"The Sutra of the Cangkang Peak cannot accommodate those who cause trouble. They all return to their residences. If they don't want to stay at the ancient scripture pavilion, they will make a sound. If such a thing happens again, no matter who it is, they will be driven away immediately." Li Lin's head finally roared.

Seeing Huang Wenji's metal face being deformed and showing tiny cracks, Chen Feng's face, which also had scratches, couldn't help but smile with a grim smile, and then he slowly returned to his wooden house.

Li Lin's first seat looked dark and looked very dissatisfied with the mess on the mountain. "I don't care what kind of methods you have. Since I want to stay on the Sutra of Zangsu, I'll do it for me."

After a conflict, the disciples of the Tibetan Buddhist Peak who were the first to disperse the fun of Li Lin, left in anger, and the mountain pavilion became quiet.

The eight disciples who have lived in the new Gujingge Mountain Ping have seen Zi Hanying, Li Zhen, Huang Wenji, Jiang Tianlang, and Qiao Xueqing in the thick-clothed girl from Tianjun Peak.

Qiao Xueqing was a little unfamiliar with the remaining three people. One of them was handsome young man with a green bamboo waist tag. The children of the big family were full of nobleness and were obviously from the Cuizhu Peak lineage.

There is also an old man with thin body and looks very evil, but he doesn't know which branch of the sect he belongs to.

Another calm young man from Jingtanfeng with the word "food" embroidered on his clothes was also silent, as if he had hidden a lot of thoughts and was low-key in his work. If he was placed in the crowd, he would probably not be noticed for a long time.

"We will live together for a long time in the future, so we should live in harmony with each other. Speaking of which, this ancient scripture pavilion is not a treasure, so there is no need to fight around. I am here to comprehend the classics." The thin old man pretended to be a good old man, and said to Qiao Xueqing and others without a smile.

The calm young man at Jingtan Peak just observed the situation and did not say a word to do his own business. He seemed to not want to inquire about other people's situations and would not want others to understand him.

"It's really powerful. It's like fiddling with Huang Wenji, it's such an interesting guy!" A new female disciple from Tianjun Peak, wearing a thick coat, walked across the suspension bridge in the mountain stream, and showed a beautiful smile on her face.

"A monster-like existence, it's only the ninth level of Qi refining. The physical body's ability to resist strikes is so strong. I really don't know how he trained it. It should have been truly tempered by his physical strength to strike immune resistance." Li Zhen, who walked across the suspension bridge together, couldn't help but think about the situation where Chen Feng was hit and tortured by Qiao Xueqing every day.

Li Lin, who had gone down the mountain, had a heavy face, and even the middle-aged man following him could feel an invisible pressure.

"Senior brother, is it really good to arrange Chen Feng and the others in the Gujing Pavilion?" the middle-aged man asked Li Lin for fear.

"Of course there will be problems. Arrange all the disciples whom this ape feared to the Sutra Peak are the first round of battles among the sects for the strongest people of the younger generation. Judging from today's situation, you can imagine that there will only be more severe situations in the future." Li Lin's first seat looked pessimistic.

"As the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. What's more, there are ten arrogant and talented disciples. It seems that before the devastating situation occurs, our sect should be prepared early!" The middle-aged man following Li Lin said worriedly.

What everyone didn't know at this time was that as soon as Chen Feng returned to the cabin, he entered the bathroom.

The spacious bathroom in the wooden house is not gorgeous, but it is very clean.

The hot spring river flows under the bathroom, making the hot air in the bath steam and clear.

The warm spring water wrapped around the whole body, and the warm heat penetrated the lungs, making Chen Feng feel comfortable all over.

After a while, Qiao Xueqing walked in. She smiled and looked at Chen Feng with a comfortable expression: "Do you feel better when you vent your dissatisfaction on Huang Wenji?"

"It's really a lot more comfortable. Speaking of which guy is really a guy looking for a beating!" Chen Feng said calmly with his eyes closed.

"I'm afraid that you are the only one in the Qianji Sect who dares to fight him. After such a fuss today, I guess it will be able to calm down on the mountain for a while." Qiao Xueqing, wearing a bathrobe, sat on a rattan chair and made a pot of tea.

"How can those guys with great strength and high self-esteem be easily suppressed? Once the greed and desire in people's hearts expand, it will be difficult to calm down." Chen Feng smiled with a slightly deep smile.

"Depending on the current situation, it is impossible to drive these people out of the Sutra of the Clan. What are you going to do?" Qiao Xueqing smiled and chatted with Chen Feng.

"Let them go. Let's watch the changes. If the sect can find the secrets of the ancient scripture pavilion and the scripture tomb, it will not be afraid that I will become bigger and arrange people like Huang Wenji. There are not many of them on the mountain. Instead, we can take the opportunity to observe what strange things are these guys with extraordinary foundations." Chen Feng seemed to be about to fall asleep in the hot spring, and his speech became more and more lazy.

"I didn't expect you to be very open-minded. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to control it before!" Qiao Xueqing said with a rare smile.

"It's already very difficult to deal with a Huang Wenji alone. What if you can't let it go? What's more, there are stronger guys among these people. What do you think?" Chen Feng sighed faintly.

"Although Huang Wen looks like a smiling tiger, he is impulsive and has a bad temper. He doesn't look like you, a dark guy in disguise. I just felt it briefly. Among these people, the one with the deepest background should be our junior sister from the Tianjun Peak lineage!" Qiao Xueqing smiled and drank a sip of fragrant tea.

"You can't afford to offend me or hide. The Sutra Cultivation Peak is so big. From tomorrow on, we will visit the scenery of the sect and go to other sutra halls to see. Even the classics collected in other sutra halls are not as good as the ancient sutra halls, and they are all the wisdom and hard work left by our predecessors." Chen Feng said softly, without any improper expression.

"This is a good suggestion, but I expected that the girl in Guangchang Garden who was looking for your protection did not come. Otherwise, would our young junior sister from Tianjun Peak have the deepest background? It might not be possible!" Qiao Xueqing seemed to remember something and said with a smile.

"I can't help but mutter the bad things. Now I have to hold my tail and be a human being. If that woman with a different talent in acting comes back, it would be something that is unwilling to accept." Chen Feng said quietly.

"I didn't expect that a guy like you who is famous for being bad is also afraid of things. This time, the old man Feng Qiao was very tricked by you. Didn't he see that when you gave him 150 intermediate spirit stones in public, his face turned green?" When he thought of the situation after the auction, Qiao Xueqing couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.

"That old guy has a way to get the body of the first seat of Qingtian Peak, how could it be so easy to be annihilated? Speaking of which, the people who live in the ancient scripture Pavilion are just new disciples in recent years. Just by looking at the background of Old Man Feng Qiao, you can tell how many amazing guys there are among the old disciples in the sect!" Chen Feng's face was a little deeper.

"Did you feel the breath of the thin old man just now?" Qiao Xueqing looked at Chen Feng deeply and said.

"I have achieved a body of desolation, so how could I not feel that he was eroded by the desolation aura? With the degree of erosion, he must have entered the desolate forbidden area. Being able to come out alive is enough to prove his strength!" Chen Feng slowly opened his eyes, and two black lights shone in his eyes.

"It's really hard to imagine how people with means and abilities can escape from that terrible death. Over the long years, although there are occasional rumors that strong people escape from the forbidden area, this is just a rumor, and no one has seen it with his own eyes." Qiao Xueqing seemed a little worried.

"There is no need to worry too much. No matter how strong the old man was before, he had been eroded by the withered air to the edge of the drying air. Although he had a withered air, he was just a false body. Maybe others would be afraid of him, but in front of me, he was vulnerable." Chen Feng, wearing golden shorts, stood up from the spring pool with red skin, and comforted Qiao Xueqing with a smile.

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