One person established a clan

Chapter 129 Enemies in the Mountains

"This Qilin Village is truly desolate."

Su Cheng flew over the mountain village on his sword and looked down. He saw that the village was sparsely populated with only a dozen or so households.

Three or five children were chasing and playing in the threshing ground, and occasionally a peasant woman was leaning against the earthen wall weaving and sifting chaff.

"Most of the villages and towns in Dongchen are in this situation."

Shi Xuan whispered, "If Miss Feng wants to restore order, it won't be easy."

"Now that we've reached this point, we need to find some way to turn things around."

Su Cheng chuckled: "See if she can?"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly focused and he saw a figure in green clothes walking out of a thatched hut.

"Is that man a monk from Chang'an Mountain?"

The man in front of the courtyard seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up, and their eyes met.

Su Cheng smiled playfully: "I've run into this person several times."

He urged his flying sword and suddenly turned and swooped down outside the village.

The monks in the village also quickly chased after him until they met on the mountain path.

"Senior Su!"

Pei Wufeng bowed quickly and said, "I didn't expect to meet you here again. I'm sorry for not welcoming you!"

"Why are you here."

Su Cheng, standing on his sword, hovered in mid-air and asked with great interest, "Could it be that your Chang'an Mountain is nearby?"

"Senior, you've misunderstood!" Pei Wufeng shook his head fiercely. "I followed my master on his flying boat for three days, said goodbye to my master a hundred miles away, and just now came to this village alone."

"Why?"

"This"

Pei Wufeng, facing Su Cheng's gaze, sweat formed on his forehead. "Since I've witnessed the abilities of my predecessors, I've realized that I was only able to see the world from a narrow perspective. I want to leave Dongchen and travel abroad to broaden my horizons."

He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I heard that Senior Su, who has no sect or school, would act out of anger for ordinary people. I also want to understand more about the people of this world and explore the source of the gap between me and Senior Su."

Having said this, Pei Wufeng hurriedly lowered his head: "Every word I say is from the heart, there is absolutely no deception!"

Su Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly. It is indeed rare to find a cultivator like this who knows shame and then becomes brave.

"It's good that you've changed. Just be a good person from now on and don't do evil."

Pei Wufeng's face gradually brightened, and he bowed deeply: "Thank you for your guidance, senior!"

"Okay, I have other things to do, so I'll take my leave now."

Su Cheng was about to fly away on his sword when he suddenly felt something unusual happening here, as if some spiritual energy had turned into wind and was blowing towards him.

"It's the breath emitted by the spiritual vein."

Shi Xuan whispered in her ear, "Maybe there's something wrong with the spiritual veins in Fengyang Mountain."

Su Cheng looked back in surprise, looking at the barren mountains ten miles away.

Something unexpected happened to the spiritual vein in the mountain at this very moment?
"what's your name?"

"Hmm?" Pei Wufeng was stunned when he heard the words and quickly responded, "Junior Pei Wufeng."

"Do you know the details of the spiritual veins in this mountain?"

"Under this Fengyang Mountain, there is a 'Red Burning Vein' hidden within."

Pei Wufeng responded seriously, "The spiritual energy in this vein is too hot, making it difficult for cultivators to absorb and refine it. That's why it has been desolate for years, and no cultivators have established a sect here."

His mind raced, and he added, "If you are interested, I am willing to lead you into the mountains."

Su Cheng glanced at him and asked, "Do you know the way?"

"I've been chatting with the village chief this morning and have a rough idea of ​​the terrain."

"Okay." Su Cheng warned again: "But I have my own uses for finding spiritual veins, you..."

"Don't worry, senior. I will retreat back to the village."

Pei Wufeng took over the conversation and responded respectfully: "I won't disturb you in the slightest."

Su Cheng said no more and flew towards the Fengyang Mountains on his sword.

Pei Wufeng quickly dodged and caught up, looking up at his back with an increasingly awed look in his eyes.

The journey from the master's sect to the island by flying boat took three days, yet this person arrived half a day late. I wonder how vast the spiritual sea could be to achieve this.
"Ok?"

Su Cheng flew his sword deep into the mountains for several miles, and suddenly hovered in the air, his brows slightly furrowed.

['Red Burning Pulse' detected.8423.1m]

Pei Wufeng hurriedly stopped: "Senior Su, what's going on?"

The words stopped, and light blue ripples suddenly appeared among the treetops, spreading over an area of ​​a thousand feet like ink in water.

"This is."

Pei Wufeng soared into the air and looked around: "There is actually a formation in the mountains?"

Su Cheng looked over with confusion: "Has there been a cultivator occupying this place for a long time?"

"How could there be monks living in such a desolate place? And the village chief said there haven't been any."

Pei Wufeng's eyes narrowed slightly: "Let me negotiate with the formation master."

After saying this, he rushed to the front of the formation, took a deep breath and said in a loud voice: "I am a cultivator from Chang'an Mountain. I wonder if you would be willing to show yourself to me!"

The echo echoed among the mountains, and after a moment of silence -

"——We are really lucky."

Suddenly, a cold laugh suddenly resounded through the mountains: "This person actually came here to die."

Pei Wufeng's expression suddenly changed, and he felt a chill running down his spine.

"Who is playing tricks? Show yourself now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head and looked, and two figures in black robes suddenly appeared on the mountain.

Their bodies were filled with formation flags and magical treasures, and mysterious formation talismans were circulating around them. They had already set up a series of killing formations like a dragnet between heaven and earth!
"Dan Xuan. This kind of pressure is definitely more than just the Dan Xuan upper realm!"

How could such a powerful being exist in this remote and desolate mountain area, willing to resort to violence over a single disagreement?!
"Is there anyone else?"

The white-robed man on the mountaintop glanced over and said, "Looks like his cultivation is just average."

Pei Wufeng felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave when his gaze swept over him, with cold sweat soaking his clothes.

What a terrible smell!

"Don't worry about this ant."

The black-robed man's hair danced wildly, and murderous intent gradually surged in his eyes: "Now all we have to do is kill Su Cheng."

Kill Su Cheng?

Pei Wufeng was shocked when he heard this. Could these two be the spiritual envoys of the Heaven-Snatching Alliance?

"——I didn't expect such a coincidence."

Su Cheng suddenly said, "I just randomly looked in a direction and actually ran into someone from your Tianzhu League."

Seeing his composure, the two spiritual envoys on the mountaintop couldn't help but grin coldly. "Thanks to the Palace Master's foresight, we anticipated your escape from Dongchen. We two set up our formation here and waited for you to come to us."

Su Cheng nodded in understanding, and his five fingers moved slightly.

The moment it touched the glow of the formation, rolling spiritual energy quickly surged in from the dark.

The two spiritual envoys wanted to ridicule, but suddenly realized that the situation was different.

"Close the formation quickly!"

They hurriedly made hand seals, and the Three Profound Prisoner Abyss Formation that enveloped the mountains disappeared in an instant, leaving only a few wisps of green mist that disappeared with the wind.

"."

Su Cheng crushed the remaining spirit in his palm and smacked his lips, "It really isn't that easy."

This cultivator in the upper Danxuan realm is indeed not comparable to ordinary cultivators.

As soon as they secretly began to absorb the formation, they realized something was wrong and decisively broke the formation on their own.

"You were able to succeed a few times because the protective formation at the enemy's lair was difficult to change." Shi Xuan whispered, "But the formation here is maintained by them personally, so naturally they react faster."

"I understand." Su Cheng seemed to be thinking about something. He really couldn't rely too much on this trick.

At this time, the two spiritual envoys' expressions had become increasingly solemn, and they no longer dared to show any contempt.

"This man's methods are truly bizarre. No wonder he was able to kill two colleagues in a row."

They looked at each other in awe: "But we are now fully prepared, we only need a little help, and we can fight!"

"Tell me first, what are your names?"

A cold voice came with the wind, and the two men suddenly stared at each other, sneering in a low voice: "Do you think you can beg for mercy from us?"

"Misunderstand."

Purple lightning flashed in Su Cheng's palm, and the shadow of a dragon sword appeared in an instant.

He glanced at their faces indifferently: "It's just to avoid confusing your bodies."

(End of this chapter)