On the winding mountain road, Chen Feng was carrying a golden nanmu tree that looked like a mountain high, which attracted people to look at it.

"He is really strong. Have you heard of it? The first one actually handed over the Ancient Classic Pavilion to him for management..." A young disciple of the Sutra Peak saw Chen Feng going up the mountain with thick wood on his back, and his face couldn't help but look strange.

"It is said that in order to praise his contributions in the war a year ago, the elders of the Sect specially approved his errand to guard the ancient scriptures. Stay away from him, that man is very cruel." An old disciple of the Sutra Peak seemed to have some understanding of Chen Feng.

Until now, many old disciples of Qianji Sect are still vivid in their life-and-death battle with disciples of the six major sects at Pilgrimage Peak.

Chen Feng spread the disciple Li Zhong of the Hanging Mountain into a human flesh skewer and waved the flag and shouted in front of everyone, which really made people feel a little chill.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a great genius?"

Feeling the strange gazes of some disciples of the Sutra Peak, Chen Feng grinned and said with dissatisfaction.

"That person is a weird guy..."

A female disciple of the Sutra Peak seemed to be frightened by Chen Feng's violent face, and took a few steps back and said to her companion in a low voice.

"Don't you feel embarrassed by being scolded by a disciple of the Ninth Level of Qi Refining? You all go back to copy the classics and don't have to rest at night." A young man in white clothes from the late Tongxuan stage appeared next to several timid low-level disciples of the Sutra Peak, and shouted to the people with a deep face.

"Senior Brother Xiansong..."

After being punished by the young man in white, several low-level disciples of the Sutra Peak could not help but look bitter.

"It is because of you timid and afraid of trouble that others have some discussions about the Sutra Peak lineage. Your cultivation is higher than his and you are hardworking enough in your daily practice. Don't lose to him." The young man in white clothes said inhumanely.

"But that Chen Feng is the cultivator who has created an immortal foundation..." A middle-aged disciple seemed to have lacked confidence.

"So what about the immortal foundation? If he really does, he will not have the consequences of petrification after forcibly opening up his super-level combat power. I can guarantee that as long as you work hard, you will definitely surpass him as time accumulates." The young man in white-shirt looked at Chen Feng in the distance, and his disdain was not hidden at all.

"It's that annoying guy again..."

Hearing the words of the young man in white clothes, Chen Feng showed an annoyance on his face.

"Junior Brother Chen Feng, I was about to find you, but I didn't expect to meet you here. Your master came with disciples from the Tianjun Peak lineage, and was in the Sutra Hall at this time." After several low-level disciples of the Sutra Peak left, the young man in white clothes rushed to Chen Feng and smiled.

Seeing the gloating sneer of a young man in white clothes, Chen Feng curled his lips disdainfully and ignored him.

"Although the first seat gave you the errand to guard the ancient scriptures, you are still a disciple of Tianjunfeng. Judging from your master's appearance, you seem to be very angry. I'm afraid you can't pass this level." Compared with Chen Feng's strong figure, the young man in white clothes looked like a weak scholar.

Although he had noticed Chen Feng's extraordinary power before, Lu Xiansong was still a little surprised when he saw him carrying twenty golden Nanmu on his back that neither of them could hug him up the mountain, and the thick forbidden spirit stone chains were tied to his body.

In Lu Xiansong's opinion, it is extremely difficult for many practitioners in the Qi Refining Stage to be able to achieve the performance of Chen Feng carrying a hill-like wood without redness or breathing.

"Pretended that I didn't see this bitch."

As Chen Feng walked along the mountain road step by step, he thought about how to face Tian Zhenxiong.

Although I had expected this day before, Chen Feng did not expect it to be so fast.

Chen Feng had just settled in the Sutra of the Shrine, and then Tian Zhenxiong came over. This was a big difference from his previous attitude of ignoring Chen Feng.

The young man in white did not make things bored by himself for Chen Feng's ignorance and quickly left with a sneer.

Back on the mountain where the Ancient Classic Pavilion is located, he saw Qiao Xueqing embroidered in the small courtyard surrounded by the Jinjing bamboo fence. Chen Feng smiled and unloaded more than 20 golden nanmu trees outside the courtyard.

"You guy is really exaggerating. It would be strange if you don't think of it as a monster..." Seeing Chen Feng entering the yard, Qiao Xueqing stood up with a smile and handed it to him.

"I have worked a lot to buy these golden nanmus, but even monsters can't cover them anymore. When Lao Tian comes to the Sutra of the Sutra, there is probably no good thing." Chen Feng said with a sad face.

"Just be careful. With the relationship between Su Jinzhen and Huang Huide, he probably won't dare to do anything to you for the time being..." Just as Qiao Xueqing raised her eyebrows and reminded Chen Feng, she counted until her figure was running along the mountain road towards the mountain where the ancient scripture Pavilion was located.

Feeling the pressure brought by Tian Zhenxiong's heavy momentum, Chen Feng couldn't help but feel the pressure.

"Chen Feng~~~"

Before Tian Zhenxiong arrived, his deep shouts were like thunder, which made Chen Feng feel a little stuffy in his chest.

Chen Feng, who was dressed in linen clothes, was like a ascetic monk. When he saw Lao Tian stepping on the halo of gravity, he came to him in a flash. He couldn't help but bow slightly against the stinging wind, saying, "I've seen Master."

"Disappointed, do you still remember that I am the master? Don't kneel down..." The wind sounded, and the huge gravitational pressure was imposed on Chen Feng.

"Click!Click!Click~~~~"

Feeling the terrifying gravity intensity coming out of Tian Zhenxiong, which was not weaker than the gravity environment outside Tianjunfeng Chanjue Cliff. Although Chen Feng's bones were rattled, his expression stood straight.

Li Lin, the first director of the Sutra of Tibetan Buddhism, and Lu Shuya and others followed. Seeing Chen Feng in the rhythm of flowing gravity, he had no intention of giving in, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

In front of everyone, Tian Zhenxiong looked even more gloomy and stomped his feet on the ground.

"Boom~~~"

Circles of gravity halos flowed down Chen Feng. Although he did not destroy his clothes, his skin showed blood.

"Senior brother, if you have something to say, why should you do this..." Lu Shuya seemed a little unbearable to what Tian Zhenxiong did.

"If such a bad disciple is not strictly disciplined, he will definitely enter the devil's path in the future. Even if he stands out in times of crisis in the sect, he will satisfy his greedy desire..." Tian Zhenxiong said righteously.

Chen Feng, whose feet were deeply trapped in the rocks, did not refute to Tian Zhenxiong, but stared at him tightly, and no longer saw a trace of respect.

"Don't you admit your mistake with my dad..."

Seeing the bleeding from Chen Feng's skin, Tian Lingshan said anxiously.

"Master, please don't get angry. Chen Feng's injuries in the battle a year ago have not recovered all of them yet..." Qiao Xueqing's eyes were filled with cold light and walked into layers of gravity.

What is surprising is that Qiao Xueqing's right hand actually emits a silent and ancient ripples, dispersing the layers of gravity light.

The oppression of the body and spiritual consciousness quickly dissipated. Chen Feng did not breathe a sigh of relief, but looked at Tian Zhenxiong without saying anything, as if he was jealous.

"It's you..."

Feeling the heavy shocking aura emitted by Qiao Xueqing, Tian Zhenxiong glanced at her coldly and conveyed the message with his eyes.

Faced with the strange atmosphere, Hao Deyong was a little worried about Chen Feng, but he did not dare to go forward and plead with mercy.

"Feng'er, don't blame your master. Although the catastrophe a year ago has passed, your junior brother Gu Ping has been damaged because of this. During the process of escaping from the pursuit of the six major sects, your senior sister Mohua and Wei Shikun have also suffered from their health..." Lu Shuya said with pain to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was not very clear about how that cold Mohua and Wei Shikun died on weekdays. However, Chen Feng heard Qiao Xueqing mention the cause of the death of Gu Ping, a new disciple who was arranged by Lao Tian to study abroad.

Gu Ping is a cultivator in the Gu clan who opened the bloodline of heavy shock, and is also the back of Master Tianjun's tribe. A year ago, Lao Tian must have done something to Gu Ping to collect the Jun ban circle.

"The only thing this kind of evil disciple sees is profit. How could he care about the life and death of his fellow disciples?" Tian Zhenxiong said coldly with hatred.

"Go back to Tianjun Peak, so that your master will not get angry..." Lu Shuya advised Chen Feng.

"I finally asked for an errand at the Sutra Peak, and I didn't plan to go back to Tianjun Peak." Chen Feng didn't even shout his master's wife, and what he said made Tian Lingshan even angry.

"I dare to betray the Zongzhi, I will kill you now."

Tian Zhenxiong flashed, but was obstructed by the sword light.

The buzzing sword roared lightly. Seeing Qiao Xueqing take out an ancient sword, she felt an unfathomable momentum all over her body. Tian Zhenxiong returned to her position, and a shallow blood mark was scraped out of the left fist at some point. Even Li Lin, the first director of the Sutra of the Sutra, could not help but move slightly.

"Why just forget it. Chen Feng is not in good condition now. If you fight each other so hard, everyone will really break up." Qiao Xueqing stared at the gloomy Tian Zhenxiong and sighed faintly.

Everyone is familiar with the ancient sword that did not sheath in Qiao Xueqing's hand. When fighting with the disciples of the six major sects at Pilgrimage Peak, Chen Feng and his group have gained a lot. This ancient sword was left by the middle-aged Taoist who lost the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

The ancient sword has such power if it is not unsheathed. Once it is unsheathed, few people can guess the horror of it. The key is that the ancient sword falls into Qiao Xueqing's hands, which is too different from outsiders like Chen Feng who practice.

"Feng'er, you have to think about it. Once you betray the sect's lineage, you will only be despised. It is even more difficult to have a foothold in Qianji Sect..." Lu Shuya took a deep breath and asked Chen Feng.

"Tianjunfeng has no chance anymore, and it doesn't matter if he leans on it anymore. I don't care if I don't be despised." Chen Feng said extremely decisively.

"Tianjun Peak is not a place where you come and go as soon as you want. If you think your wings are hard, you will not be able to control you, right? It is said that you have obtained the inheritance of Master Qiu Hong. If you can walk three moves on my hands today, I will be like a rebellious disciple without you..." Tian Zhenxiong said with a cruel face.

"You are seeking death."

Chen Feng's eyes showed a violent look, and his words were filled with fierce murderous intent, as if he could not suppress his anger.

Many people were shocked when facing Chen Feng's ferocity. They didn't expect him to explode, but also cared about his hidden power.

"Junior Brother Tian, ​​after the war a year ago, the sect has just recovered its vitality. Don't cause any trouble again. What's more, Sect Master Jin Zhen has agreed to Chen Feng's nephew to guard the ancient scriptures Pavilion at the Sutra Peak. Even if you want to punish him, it's better to slow down." Li Lin, the head of the Sutra Peak, seemed to be worried about a mess at the Sutra Peak, and he smiled at Tian Zhenxiong with some embarrassment.

Under Lu Shuya's secret stop, Tian Zhenxiong's face was already extremely ugly. He first glanced at Li Lin with his right eye, and then he revealed his murderous intent to Chen Feng without any concealment.

"Tian Zhenxiong, you finally returned to the sect. You should have squinted quietly, why did you make trouble at the Sutra of the Cang Dynasty again?" A chuckling sounded, and Ruan Yun's figure was sitting on the wooden house built by Chen Feng at some point.

"I've met Master Ruan Yun..."

Tian Zhenxiong respectfully saluted Ruan Yun above the wooden house without any reluctance.

"Chen Feng, are you really going to betray the sect's sect? You know, any disciple who rebels from the sect's sect will be escorted to the Purgatory Peak for punishment immediately, even if you are no exception. If everyone is like you, then the sect will be in chaos!" Ruan Yun said with a playful smile.

"He forced me."

Although Chen Feng didn't talk much, his calm expression was extremely serious, which gave people a sense of palpitations.

"I still want to help you mediate at a loss. You really don't know how to advance and retreat. Do you want to betray the Qianji Sect?" Ruan Yun suddenly looked fierce and put pressure on Chen Feng.

"So what? If you don't Liu Ye, you will have Liu Ye. Not to mention the ancient Western region, even the Yuansheng Dynasty is big, I may not be worse than here when I go to other places." Chen Feng turned against him faster than reading the book, and his whole body was in a hurry, and he was very impressed that he would draw his sword to face him if he had a disagreement.

This is the first time that I saw Chen Feng’s temper, including Qiao Xueqing, and I never expected that Chen Feng would suddenly turn against him.

"Do you think you can get out of the Qianji Mountains?" Ruan Yun said annoyedly if she couldn't come down from Taiwan.

"Virgin Snake Girl, I advise you not to overestimate your ability, so as not to beg for mercy when you are about to die." Chen Feng's lips curled up, as if he was a thug who would not give the enemy any chance.

"A person like you who is disobedient is more reassuring to die than to be alive!" Ruan Yun stood up from the wooden house and shouted in anger.

"It just so happens that I am thirsty recently. With your immortal foundation in the body of great trouble, it may be of great help to me." Chen Feng had no intention of giving in.

"Haha~~~ Everyone should not be impulsive. Since Master Jinzhen has arranged Chen Feng at the Sutra Peak, it would be better to take ten years. If he has not changed his mind yet, it will not be too late to make a conclusion about the punishment." Feeling that Chen Feng was inexplicably dangerous, Li Lin, the head of the chief, smiled and became a peacemaker at the right time.

Seeing Chen Feng's resentment dropping a little, Ruan Yun couldn't help but smile disdainfully on her face, and did not force him too much: "It's only ten years, you'd better be careful and not to blame me..."
To be continued...