A series of powerful auras of holy paths emanated from the Holy Wood Peak, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly. Among them, the two most sharp auras rushed out from the top of the peak and turned into two holy clouds, suspended above Zhang Ruochen's head.

In addition, the core figures of the Mu family also went down the mountain, staring at Zhang Ruochen opposite him like a great enemy. The Mu family cultivators with the weakest cultivation also reached the semi-saint realm.

From this we can also see how amazing the foundation of a medieval family is.

Zhang Ruochen held Ale's body and looked at the strong men in the Mu family calmly. His eyes were fixed on Yun Zheng and said, "Senior Yun Zheng, are you okay?"

Yun Zheng walked out of the crowd, with layers of holy light surging all over his body, emitting a powerful aura, and said coldly: "Zhang Ruochen, don't be with me, I'm not familiar with you."

Zhang Ruochen's face did not change and said, "I want to see Senior Sister Duanmu."

"Lingxi is now the fiancée of Mr. Qiuyu of Fire Clan. He will get married on the seventh day of next month. Junior, Shengmu Peak is not the place you should come, and Mr. Qiuyu is not the one you can afford to offend. It is best to stay away from Lingxi in the future." Yun Zheng said.

"I understand, you can't make the decision." Zhang Ruochen said.

"you……"

Hearing this, Yun Zheng's face was extremely embarrassed, he gritted his teeth, and anger appeared in his eyes.

Zhang Ruochen raised his head, stared at the two holy clouds flying in the sky, and said, "Ouyang Huan, won't you come down to see me, my old friend?"

A silver holy car flew out of the holy clouds, emitting a dazzling light, and flew to the ground.

Ouyang Huan was sitting on the Yinluan Holy Car, wearing a flawless white holy robe, with long black hair tied neatly above his head. He was still quite young, handsome and elegant, just like a peerless exiled immortal.

The semi-saints of the Mu family, even the holy ancestors, bowed and bowed: "Greetings to the deputy leader."

Ouyang Huan stared at Zhang Ruochen and smiled and said, "In just one year, you have fallen to such an extent."

"Isn't it because of you?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Ouyang Huan shook his head and said, "You know, a year ago, our nine brothers, why did we stop you from fighting to death? It was not to kill you, but to save you. If you crossed the palace gate of Ziwei Palace that day, you would definitely die. How could you still stand here?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Stand up, Xue Wuye, Gai Tianjiao, Beigong Lan, Sui Han, and even Long Live Chi may be saving me. But it will never include you. Your palm is to kill me, and you also want me to die in the hands of my former woman. Your intention is to be cruel."

Ouyang Huan fell silent and said, "You are still very smart, but unfortunately you are too impulsive in doing things. Today, climbing Wuding Mountain is as stupid as rushing into Ziwei Palace in the past."

"You don't need to evaluate how I do it."

Zhang Ruochen asked again: "Where is Qiuyu?"

"Autumn rain is not on Wuding Mountain. If so, you can take the initiative to return the Jiezi Seal to me, I can invite you to the wedding banquet on the seventh day of next month. At that time, you will naturally be able to see him." Ouyang Huan said.

"Next month's seventh day, right? I will definitely come to the meeting on time."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes stared at the towering Holy Wood Peak again, spit out a sound wave, and said, "Sister Duanmu, you must cherish your life and don't give up easily. Zhang Ruochen swore here that he would come to pick you up on the seventh day of next month, and no one would force you to do what you don't want to do."

Every word Zhang Ruochen said was loud and spread thousands of miles away, alarming all the monks of the Demon Cult.

Zhang Ruochen came to Shengmu Peak just to say this, and he had to give Mu Lingxi a hope. Otherwise, with her personality, she would probably commit suicide until the seventh day of next month.

In the Holy Wood Peak, a mysterious iron palace, Mu Lingxi was lying on the ground. When he heard Zhang Ruochen's oath, he was extremely moved. As long as he could hear such a sentence, even if he died, he would have no regrets.

At the same time, Mu Lingxi was also quite worried about Zhang Ruochen's safety, and was afraid that Zhang Ruochen would for her to break into Wuding Mountain and do stupid things to hit the stone with an egg.

"Enough, it's enough to have such a sentence... Zhang Ruochen, you don't need to do it anymore, you don't need to return the promises you made back then, it's enough..."

Mu Lingxi murmured to himself, tears flowing in his eyes, but a happy smile appeared on his face.

Unfortunately, no one was passing the message for Mu Lingxi, and Zhang Ruochen could not hear her voice.

Lin Suxian stood on the top of a Lingshan Mountain not far from Shengmu Peak, wearing a white veil on her face, looking at the holy lights under Shengmu Peak, and a complex and sad look appeared in her beautiful eyes, saying, "Did you see, you are another young man who is overestimating your abilities, and how much he looks like Luo Xu back then. Unfortunately, reality is not something that human power can compete with, and it will eventually be a tragedy."

Lin Feiyu stood behind Lin Suxian and said, "Didn't my mother always say that she has nothing to ask for when she meets a man who fights for you like Senior Luo Xu? Isn't it so envious to Mu Lingxi to meet Zhang Ruochen?"

Zhang Ruochen held Ale's body and prepared to leave.

Yun Zheng's face changed, and he quickly sent a message to the Holy Lord of the Mu family, saying, "Zhang Ruochen is Lingxi's heart disease. If he doesn't die, Lingxi will not give up."

Then, a deafening voice came from a holy cloud in the sky: "Isn't the Holy Wood Peak a place where you can come whenever you want, and you can go whenever you want?"

Zhang Ruochen glanced upwards and saw a man in his fifties standing in the center of the holy clouds, giving people a feeling of rising up to the mountains. He was definitely a top-notch strong man.

From his body, there were tens of thousands of holy light chains falling from the sky, and each holy light chain was formed by the rules of holy light.

"The Holy Lord of the Mu family, also the overlord of the Holy Way who has been famous for hundreds of years, actually attacked a young man, and was not afraid of being ridiculed by the cultivators in the world?" A bright sword light flew from a distance, dragging a long shuttle to the ground, condensing into Ling Feiyu's figure.

When Ling Feiyu appeared, all the monks of the Demon Cult present knelt down and saluted.

The Holy Lord of the Mu family snorted coldly and said, "Lord Ling, do you also care about the Mu family's affairs?"

Ling Feiyu's eyes were cold and as sharp as a sword, and he said, "I once owe Zhang Ruochen a favor. Today, I will protect him from leaving Wuding Mountain no matter what."

A saint king came forward in person, and the holy power emitted from her shocked the audience. Even a saint like Yun Zheng could not move, as if there were ten mountains pressing on her body.

The Holy King is the king of the Holy Way. You can destroy the Holy One with just one blow.

All the kings in the holy path have appeared, who dares to disobey?

However, at this moment, another holy power that was not weaker than Ling Feiyu came from the Holy Wood Peak. The two holy powers collided, and suddenly, a hurricane blew up in the world.

Ling Feiyu's eyes narrowed and looked into the distance. He saw a graceful figure wearing a black robe, standing like a ghost, standing in the center of a hurricane, like a black hole, swallowing all the light around him.

"Ye Xiaoxiang, you actually want to interfere in this matter?" Ling Feiyu said.

That black figure was the palace master of Dark Night Palace, one of the nine palaces of the Demon Sect, and Ye Xiaoxiang.

Ye Xiaoxiang chuckled and said, "I just think that your actions are too unfair to the Mu family and want to say something fair."

"Why is it unfair?" Ling Feiyu said.

Ye Xiaoxiang said, "Zhang Ruochen is not a disciple of the Divine Cult, but he dares to break into Shengmu Peak and clamor to destroy the marriage of a junior of the Mu family. He is undoubtedly provoking the Mu family. If the Mu family let him go, how can he gain a foothold in the sect in the future? Ling Palace Master, you can't let the Mu family suffer such a great humiliation in order to repay your favor, right?"

The saints of the Mu family spoke one after another, saying, "That's right, the Mu family must not bear this tone."

"Prince Ling, the Mu family is also a medieval family. I hope you can give our Mu family some face so that outsiders will think that the Mu family is easy to bully."

...

A smile appeared in Ye Xiaoxiang's eyes and said, "The Palace Master Ling has a profound cultivation level and is a king in the holy path. However, he cannot deceive people too much. After all, the ancestor of the Mu family is also the king in the holy path. When he comes back, how should you explain to him?"

Ling Feiyu said: "You don't have to be so sarcastic. Tell me, how can you be fair in your opinion?"

"Zhang Ruochen can catch the three moves of the Holy Lord of the Mu family without death. The Lord of the Palace will protect his life with you and send him down the mountain in person. How about it?" Ye Xiaoxiang said.

"No. Mu Qingtian's cultivation has reached the late stage of the True Saint. How deep is his cultivation? After three moves, how can Zhang Ruochen still be alive?" Ling Feiyu said.

Ling Feiyu could see that even if he drank every day, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation was not abandoned. This year, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds and has reached the peak of the Xuanhuang realm.

Back then, Ling Feiyu went from the early stage of Xuanhuang Realm to the peak, but it took him five years.

With Zhang Ruochen's improvement speed, it is not slow at all compared to Ouyang Huan who has taken countless pills.

However, the realm of the True Saint is extraordinary. From the early stage to the middle stage, from the middle stage to the late stage, every small state is a gap between heaven and earth.

Even if a saint in the Xuanhuang realm has a system that is against the will of heaven or powerful talent, it is unrealistic to block the three attacks of a late-stage True Saint.

Zhang Ruochen naturally didn't want to make Ling Feiyu embarrassed. After all, her situation in the Demon Cult was also very difficult, so she stood up and said, "Three moves, right? I'll take it."

"I am worthy of being the successor of time and space, and I am so courageous." Ye Xiaoxiang let out a silver bell-like laugh.

Ouyang Huan saw Ye Xiaoxiang's plan, curled his lips slightly, and said to himself: "Zhang Ruochen is too conceited. How can the characters in the late stage of the True Saint be compared to those in the early stage of the True Saint?"
Chapter completed!