"Purpose……"

Zeng Zuimo and others' eyes turned and all fell on Chen Xiwei.

Chen Xiwei was even more straightforward, and two words popped out of his mouth: "Watch the battle!"

"Well?"

Ning Feng swallowed his saliva. He felt that something was wrong, but he didn't expect to get such an answer.

What does watching the game mean?

In other words, they came here so far just to watch a show?

Is this useful for them?

Ning Feng's heart was like a mirror. If it were some disciples of small sects, then perhaps it would be a rare opportunity to experience the high-level battles up close, and it would be of great help to future development.

But they are different.

As personal disciples of the Sun God Palace, their elders are such powerful people. They spend time together and ask for advice from time to time. There are also books accumulated by the Temple for thousands of years to read. The opportunities in the eyes of the disciples of the small sect are just their habits.

So, what is the purpose of the elders?

Ning Feng's doubts flowed out of his eyes clearly, but except for Chen Xiwei, what he saw in the eyes of others was also a very different doubt.

"They don't know..."

Ning Feng immediately understood and set his eyes on Chen Xiwei.

At this moment, while Ning Feng was scratching his cat's claws in his heart, Chen Xiwei kept him in hiding.

She smiled sly and said, "You will know then."

“…”

Ning Feng was speechless. If there weren't too many outsiders, he would have wanted to pounce on him and hug his arms. If he didn't say anything, he wouldn't let it go and play.

There is nothing we can do now. We can only make Chen Xiwei proud.

Ning Feng sighed in his heart: "I'm still not thick enough."

"Forget it."

Ning Feng temporarily put down the question and asked, "What's the back?"

He could see clearly in the common memory of the two that the shuttle through the air that Chen Xiwei and others had long been knocked down, and the flight speeds of the people were uneven, so it was completely impossible for them to go to the southern border.

After a piece of things that happened seven nights before, neither Ning Feng, Chen Xiwei nor the strongest disciples of this generation, such as Zeng Zuimo, Baoxi and others, they dared not let others leave alone.

If another accident happens, what are their faces? Go to meet their respective teachers?

But if we accept the slow-moving fellow disciples and fly over slowly at the speed of the turtle, it is safe. I am afraid that the daylily will be cold when we get to the place.

Unexpectedly, the problem of Ning Feng scratching his head was not a problem in the eyes of Chen Xiwei and others.

Chen Xi smiled slightly and said, "We have the Sun Yat-sen Chariot, so fly south."

"Sun Yai Ge?"

Ning Feng was rushing into his mind.

He understood these three words separately, whether it was the Sun Yat-sen or the Seal, he was familiar with them. How could he not understand them when they were put together?

"Is it another air shuttle?"

Before Ning Feng could find out this question, Chen Xiwei gave the answer.

Hearing Chen Xiwei's words in his ears, Ning Feng breathed a sigh of relief and thought happily: "Xiwei is still facing me, for fear that I will show my misfortune."

It turns out that the so-called Sun Yat-sen is not a magic weapon like a shuttle, but a magic weapon, a magic that must be cast collectively.

There are as few as three people, five or six or seven people, and dozens of people are the best. If hundreds of people can be used, no top flying magic weapon in the world will be allowed.

This is the Sun Yat-sharp chariot of the Heavenly Dharma Gate of the Sun God Palace.

"Gather the strength of everyone, gather the sun, and think it is a carriage, like the sun passing through the sky, and there is no obstacle to the journey!"

Ning Feng murmured as he recited the mantra of the Sun Yat-sen and silently realized it.

"The Sun Yat-sen is on the way to come. It is taught by the elders of the sect. It is usually passed down when each generation of the sect passes on their first collective walk."

"At that time, Ning Feng, you were completing your Tianyun Peak mission. You were not present, so you just happened to make up for it now."

After Chen Xiwei explained the mantra of the Sun Yat-Share clearly, he straightened his waist and said proudly: "Gathering the power of dozens of people in our generation, the Sun Yat-Share passing through the sky speed will only be on the shuttle through the sky, not on the shuttle through the sky!"

"We can also arrive on time, so as not to miss the great events of the ages and praise our predecessors."

Ning Feng rolled his eyes and thought to himself: "She really knows."

"What does the predecessors praise their merits? What kind of merits do they praise?"

"How to call it a great event for all time, and how can it be?"

Ning Feng was curious, but he knew that Chen Xiwei would definitely not say anything. He saved his efforts and immersed himself in the study of the Sun Yat-sen.

As for why, only Chen Xiwei knew about it among the people, the other fellow disciples might attribute the reason to Master Chen Xiwei, the master of the Sun God Palace, Ning Fengze knew it, just like the questions he had put on hold in the moon realm in the well before.

All of these are related to the mystery hidden in Chen Xiwei.

It’s not the elders who tell me, but Chen Xiwei, who knows it!

Time flowed quietly through Ning Feng's understanding, Zeng Zui Mo, Baoxi and others' rest and recuperation.

The sun sets and the moon rises, the jade rabbit sinks and the golden crow leaps.

The sun of the new day storms out, jumping out of the layers of barriers between the mountains and the earth, jumping proudly to the nine heavens, and spreading the morning light freely.

Ning Feng and others also jumped up at the same time.

"Sun Ya, gather!"

Thirty people, nine methods, thirteen transformations, each occupying one direction, releasing the power belonging to the Sun Dharma.

Ning Feng and others either stood, sat, lie, looked up, bowed, stood, or moved..., like a huge whirlpool, gathering countless suns in an instant.

"Get up!"

Ning Feng's clear voice came out, "Brush" countless sunlights intertwined, forming a brilliant sunlight chariot.

In the Sun Yat-sen Chariot, Ning Feng and others were all wrapped in it, covered by the sun's divine light. Even those with sharp eyes like eagles and falcons cannot see them.

"boom!"

With a roar, the scorched earth was swelling up from the sky, as if a red sun rose up again, falling sharply towards the southern border.

"Boom boom boom boom boom~~"

The speed of the Sun Yat-sharp chariot was indeed farther than before. It whistled past, like a steamer, bringing out a series of sounds of breaking sounds in the air, which was penetrated by the air.

Along the way, I don’t know how many people looked up at the sky, looking at the celestial phenomena caused by the sun chariot walking through the sky.

Among them, there are those who say "Amitabha" name, some are confused, some are those who are twitching their beards and smile and comforting, and some are also those who are as complicated as Qiye's faces.

The momentum brought by the Sun Yat-sen Chariot seemed to be a very distinctive sign, telling everyone who knew or not that the new generation of disciples of the Sun God Palace were here.

The scene of the sun chariot flying across the sky lasted for three days.

Ning Feng and others headed south, walking day and resting at night, and their hearts were filled with the urge to go all the way to the end of the sky.

"The kids, they ran so fast. The poor old man's legs and feet just to sleep a few more nights, but he didn't catch up. I yawned~."
Chapter completed!