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Chapter two hundred and seventy seventh black hand(2/2)

Zhu'er has not heard any more for a long time. Now even Youyou is in a deep sleep after fighting with the corpse man. Chen Feng has realized at this time that if it is really a critical moment, these external forces are unreliable. Only with his own strength can he control them with confidence.

"It's been fifteen years since I got in touch with that woman in the high-level plane. When I settled down and contacted her, I couldn't say that I could get some benefits." Chen Feng was walking in the mountains and forests in a low-key manner, gradually adjusting his breath to the fifth level of Qi refining. Even the momentum of his every move became the same as that of ordinary practitioners.

Although the Nanming Mountains are vast, there are not many monks that can be seen everywhere. With the difficult-to-return surging, Chen Feng, who was walking in the mountains and forests, took more than 30 days to see the surging clouds blooming in the world.

The world with mists and mists seemed extremely strange, just like many blooming clouds, all still and without floating.

"It seems that this mountain range is a bit strange, and it should be a force to cultivate." Looking at the clouds and mist floating in the distant world, Chen Feng's face faintly showed a hint of smile.

Regarding the mysterious vast Nanming Mountains, even the dark place is the place of one of the forbidden places, Shao Xiuwei even mentioned the Dream Forest before.

The closer we got to the mountains that were continuous in Yuntao, the more cultivators they were, to Chen Feng were surprised that the cultivators who were operating outside the Lianyun Mountains were quite strong, and most of them were cultivators in the Tongxuan and Jindan stages. There were almost very few cultivators like him who were exuding the Qi Refining Stage.

Although Chen Feng is wearing a metal mask, it is not surprising compared to many monks wearing strange costumes and is not too eye-catching.

Chen Feng, who had not interacted with other monks, heard intentionally or unintentionally that Lianyun Sect recruited his disciples.

However, compared with most sects, it is abnormal to cultivate qualified young Qi Refining disciples, Lianyun Sect recruits quite powerful Jindan cultivators.

Speaking of Lianyun Sect, it can be regarded as a relatively powerful sect in the Nanming Mountains. It not only occupies the strange land of Lianyun Mountains, but also has a mysterious behavior.

Chen Feng, who had been wandering outside Lianyun Sect for two days, showed a little surprise until he saw the figures of a group of monks flying over.

"Senior Brother, can we really do this when we come to Lianyun Sect?"

The thin young Wu Chen asked Shen Shuchun, who was flying first with an old look, a little nervous.

"When we join other sects, we can only be regarded as becoming a monk halfway through, and we are not as good as the inherited disciples trained by others. Moreover, most sects do not recruit disciples with a cultivation level of more than the Tongxuan stage. This time, Lianyun Sect is willing to recruit powerful cultivators, which may be an opportunity for everyone!" Shen Shuchun, whose old face was full of wrinkles, sighed with exhaustion that had been furious.

The reason why Chen Feng was surprised was that he discovered a group of flying monks, several of whom were Lin Yunfeng's disciples of Wangtianhai Pavilion.

Before Chen Feng had not attacked Wangtianhai Pavilion, the thin young Wu Chen even served him in Lin Yunfeng's green bamboo forest, but was just a minion-like existence among the new disciples.

Fifteen years have passed, and Wu Chen, who was of average qualification in the eighth level of Qi Refining, has now become a cultivator in the Tongxuan stage.

"I didn't expect these people to be alive..."

Chen Feng, wearing a mask, looked up at the flying monks in the air, and even found Zhao Qiaodie's figure.

At this time, Zhao Qiaodie's appearance was still very beautiful, and she was hiding a faint breath of destruction.

Chen Feng still remembers the gentle girl who was worried about taking care of him every day when she was tortured at Longxihai Cliff.

Although Su Yue'er gave Zhao Qiaodie an ancient-patterned lotus platform, Chen Feng did not expect that after the disaster in Wangtianhai Pavilion, this kind-hearted girl would survive.

There were only more than a dozen monks flying in the air, including Chen Feng, who was the ninth and the girl-like Shui Li among Lin Yunfeng's disciples, and Zheng Jiaming, who was the eighth and the ninth.
Chapter completed!
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