"...You are indeed not a rash person!"

Amid the dull whisper, a surging and heavy force turned into a whirlpool-like energy on the sea, and hit Chen Fei hard on his back. His vulgar face was full of solemnity and condensation. Even the two big yellow teeth that looked very funny were wearing a bit weird and fierce.

Just like the pirate captain's broken wrist, the killer cut the scar on this face.

That is a sign of a strong man in the shadow!

"All those who dare to visit the Haoyuan Sect must die!"

The murderous aura in my heart became more and more heavy, and the blood in my body surged like a wave, and rushed into the fist that rushed out wildly. More than ninety-nine levels of force were churning in my palm, either feminine, hard, like fierce generals fighting on the battlefield, or like politicians and counselors provoking the situation. The interaction between the many different force and energy was not only not smiling at all, but also becoming more and more magnificent like the king and ministers, like the sky falling, and it hit Chen Fei with a lethal force that cannot be underestimated. Just as the moment Quanbei touched Chen Fei's blue shirt...

boom!

Just like a waterfall surging from the nine heavens, the vast and infinite power poured into Chen Fei's body. The pleasure of punching with all his strength made Hu Laosan narrow his eyes slightly. As a strong man who cultivated his body, he was sure that this punch had reached its peak state at this time. Needless to say, a noble young man like Chen Fei who knew it was a sword cultivator at a glance. Even if he was also cultivated with his body, he could only drink hatred under this punch!

But at this moment, a sense of disagreement suddenly appeared in his mind, and there was also an inexplicable but extremely clear sense of crisis.

Heavy and depressing, like an ant standing at the feet of a giant dragon.

"The boxing force is huge, like the sky is falling, with a vast power... It seems that you are the direct descendant of the Haoyuan Sect... Hu Laosan, you should be glad that you are, otherwise you should be scattered now..."

A faint low laughter sounded in his ears, his tone was calm, without any damage at all, and the meaning of this situation was clear, making Hu Laosan's body completely stiff. Without his reaction, the peaceful voice sounded again.

"You have practiced your boxing skills well, but the artistic conception is too rough. You focus on the skillful technique and ignore the understanding of artistic conception. For the Haoyuan School martial arts, which attaches importance to artistic conception and momentum, it is simply to lose the roots and end..." After slightly experiencing the fist power that had been spontaneously transformed by the sword energy in your body, Chen Fei shook his head slightly and took a step forward gently. The palm cage under the sleeve robe clenched, and according to the power he had realized, there was no trace of technique, and he was directly hitting Hu Laosan.

"Look at it, this is the vast sky and the distant sky!"

The low shout exploded deep in the heart of Hu Laosan like thunder, but before he could digest this sentence, a surging and incredible aura rose up in front of him. Unlike the spiritual oppression brought by cultivation, the hostility of almost the entire world made Hu Laosan half kneel on the ground with almost no resistance. He struggled to see the blue sky in his eyes, the black brick wall emitting water vapor, and even the fair face of Chen Fei...

There was only one fist, and the bigger it became in his vision, the bigger it became...

Just like the sky is falling, its power is vast and endless!

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

The heart was pounding wildly, and his unparalleled aura made his vision dark. Just as Hu Laosan's consciousness began to gradually dissipate, the terrifying momentum suddenly stopped and disappeared.

“…Hu~Hu~Hu~Hu~”

Just as the momentum disappeared, this man who had a bit of fame in the gray world of Haoyuan City was soft to the ground, and the sweat dripping as big as beans continued to slide down the pale face as pale as paper. Not only did he not have the courage and sharpness, but he exuded a weak and down-and-out temperament like a real vulgar middle-aged man, but he didn't care at all. Even though his usual vulgar eyes had lost focus and darkness, they were still straight towards Chen Fei. Looking at the noble young man who had just left the family and went to the outside world to experience his experience, he slowly withdrew his white palm, and said softly with a calm and beautiful smile on his lips:

"Now, can you take me to the mountain gate of Haoyuan Sect?"

A moment later, Haoyuan City, north.

"...Senior, this is our 'home'."

After turning a few remote corners, Chen Fei was taken by Hu Lao San to a more remote and uninhabited place than the one he had just been 'subjected'. Then, when Chen Fei's mouth was a little twitching, he hurried two steps, bowed and knocked on the wooden door in front of him that was so dilapidated that he could no longer see his true appearance, and said in a low voice: "Open the door, it's me, I'm back."

Then the door seemed to have been verified, and the wooden door that looked extremely dilapidated actually made a friction sound like a metal door. Then, slowly thinking about opening the sides. The wooden door that was like rotten wood scratched extremely deep and eye-catching traces on the hard spiritual stone-accompanied mine ground, making Chen Fei's eyes shrink slightly if they were unaware of it.

This hardness, this look...

The black iron spirit wood gate?...and look at the quality, it is at least tens of thousands of years...

As a wood spiritual object, the Xuan Iron Spirit Wood has all the characteristics of a gold-moving spiritual object. Among all things, fire overcomes gold and gold overcomes wood. However, the characteristics of Xuan Iron Spirit Wood make it neither restrained by the golden spiritual power nor the weakness of melting when encountering fire. It is also extremely hard and has no loss in the transmission of spiritual power. Whether it is as spiritual armor material or the prototype of the natal flying sword, it is extremely outstanding. Generally speaking, as long as it reaches five hundred years, it is an extremely precious spiritual object. The material of ten thousand years has even jumped into the ranks of top treasures of heaven and earth. It is absolutely not an exaggeration to describe it as a rare one! Even if it is placed in the strength of the Buddha Tower, it is enough to be a treasure at the bottom of the box!

‘You can use such a top treasure as a wooden door for concealment. Such strength is probably comparable to the Tianhe Sword Sect back then... Perhaps the previous style was just the usual style of the hermit sect?’ The thoughts in my mind changed sharply, because of this "luxury" gate and a little hope for the Haoyuan Sect, Chen Fei stepped into the "wooden door" in the respectful gaze of Hu Laosan...
Chapter completed!