Da Feng: From copying golden entries to becoming an immortal in the mortal world

"You have no sense of propriety at all! You chased me for eight hundred miles and still won't give up!"

"If word gets out, wouldn't I, the mighty First Array King of the Great Feng Dynasty, be nothing but a hollow title?!"

Yang Qianhuan wore the distinctive salted egg Superman mask, her hands casually clasped behind her back.

He stepped out with his left foot to form the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Formation, and simultaneously with his right foot to form the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Formation.

A white robe, as white as snow, fluttered and danced in the wind as the magic array was activated.

With the powerful support of the supreme Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend formations, he seemed to have carved out a unique space of his own between heaven and earth.

Whenever he was in battle within this formation, he was like an invincible being, exuding an aura of dominance.

"Hmph, utterly laughable! He's just a mere fourth-rank sorcerer, yet he dares to shamelessly call himself the number one formation master of the Great Feng Dynasty!"

The dreamers of the Witch God Cult looked on with disdain, and one of them immediately sneered:

"Now, you actually dare to challenge the three of us who are of the same level."

"Then don't blame us for being impolite and killing you on the spot!"

As soon as they finished speaking, each of the dream masters from the Witch God Sect quickly summoned a martial arts hero's spirit at the peak of the fourth rank to possess their body.

In an instant, the wizards, who were not originally good at close combat, suddenly became incredibly powerful, as if they had been reborn.

If any of them gets close to Yang Qianhuan, they will inevitably unleash a combo attack without explanation, taking him down in one fell swoop.

After all, among all cultivation systems, martial artists are virtually invincible in close combat.

"Hahaha! It's just a little bit of hardship!"

"As long as I want to walk, the road is right beneath my feet."

Yang Qianhuan threw her head back and laughed, her hands still behind her back. On the surface, she looked calm and collected, but in reality, she was panicking.

He stomped his foot heavily again, and instantly, 360 red dragon cannons appeared, their muzzles all aimed at the three fourth-rank wizards.

At a command, hundreds of cannons fired simultaneously, creating a thunderous roar.

What appeared to be an attack was actually a tactic he used to cover his retreat.

Just now, he had quietly set up a teleportation array, located on a small hill about twenty miles away from here.

In a split second, while the three wizards were busy dodging the cannon fire, they seized the opportunity.

Yang Qianhuan, the number one king of the Great Feng Dynasty, has slipped away again.

Junior Brother is right. Only those who survive become the number one battle king of the Great Feng Dynasty. Those who don't survive die on the spot.

As Yang Qianhuan pondered this to herself, she quickened her pace to escape.

When I came to Chuzhou, I tried to keep a low profile and almost never showed off my abilities in front of others.

But why is it that I always feel like my whereabouts are being monitored all the time, and that I am completely exposed?

Yang Qianhuan thought about it briefly and then stopped worrying about it.

The most important thing right now is to get out of this predicament first.

"Yang Qianhuan, you are now at your last gasp. If we pursue you for another two hundred miles, you will surely die!"

"To tell you the truth, within a thousand miles of Chu Prefecture, everything is under our control!"

The three wizards of the Witch God Cult saw Yang Qianhuan attempting to escape using a teleportation array.

One of them acted decisively, relying on the heroic spirit of a fourth-grade martial artist at the peak of his cultivation, and managed to withstand the relentless bombardment of the Red Dragon Cannon.

To pave a direct passage for the other two wizards.

Of the two, one quickly used divination techniques based on the residual aura of Yang Qianhuan in the air to instantly determine the location of the teleportation array.

The last person, like an arrow released from a bow, chased after Yang Qianhuan in the direction she had fled.

All he had to do was stall Yang Qianhuan while his two companions arrived, and then they could catch him like a turtle in a jar.

……

"Who are you?"

A secret agent wearing a mask and a black robe saw Luo Chen's blurry face for a moment.

He paused slightly, a hint of surprise in his voice.

Before Luo Chen could respond, his expression changed drastically, and he cried out in utter terror:

"Run! We can't win!"

Upon hearing this, the group of spies of the Prince of Huai fled in all directions like ghosts.

They tried to disappear from Luo Chen's sight as quickly as possible.

Luo Chen remained calm, his gaze sharp, and his words carried the weight of law:

"Within a radius of a hundred feet, no one is allowed to move except me!"

As he finished speaking, an immense and mysterious power suddenly descended upon the group of Prince Huai's spies.

They seemed to be bound by an invisible shackle, their bodies instantly stiffening and unable to move.

The secret agent of the Prince of Huai, who was the first to recognize Luo Chen, only froze for a moment before quickly regaining his ability to move.

He had no intention of fighting Luo Chen at all and immediately fled into the distance.

Luo Chen narrowed his eyes. So he was a fourth-rank martial artist. No wonder his words were law and his actions could not be effectively restrained.

His spiritual sense instantly locked onto the target, and he reached out from under his sleeve with one hand, slowly lifting it upwards.

A thousand feet away, a giant hand radiating dazzling golden light burst forth from the ground.

They caught the fleeing spy of the Prince of Huai in their hands.

They caught the fleeing spy of the Prince of Huai in their hands.

The Prince of Huai's spies struggled desperately in the golden hand, like caged beasts, but to no avail.

Before Luo Chen could begin the interrogation, Zhong Li, who was crouching beside the teleportation array, suddenly shouted urgently:

"Junior Brother! Junior Brother!"

Her voice held a mix of nervousness and excitement, "The teleportation array is moving!"

Immediately afterwards, a figure dressed in white, as white as frost, appeared from the teleportation array.

"Who the hell destroyed my nested teleportation array?"

Yang Qianhuan prefers to nest the teleportation arrays inside and out, so that she can achieve the effect of two teleportation arrays.

Therefore, the teleportation array that could originally teleport twenty miles at a time can actually teleport forty miles.

But now, the teleportation array has failed after only one use.

"Senior brother, we agreed to gather information in Chuzhou without making a sound."

"But why did you attract the pursuit of three fourth-rank wizards, as well as being followed by spies from the Prince of Huai?"

Luo Chen grabbed the spy, who had just been at the fourth rank of cultivation, in his hand.

If he wanted, he could ignore the opponent's impenetrable fourth-rank body and crush it into cotton at any time.

When Yang Qianhuan saw Luo Chen, she immediately felt guilty and didn't know how to answer.

His eyes lit up with joy, and he wanted to open his arms and give the other person a hug.

Just as she was about to speak, a hostile voice came from behind Yang Qianhuan.

"Yang Qianhuan, I didn't expect you to have two helpers."

"Judging from his attire, I thought Sun Xuanji from the Imperial Observatory had also come to Chuzhou."

The fourth-rank wizard glanced briefly at Luo Chen and Zhong Li, then quickly moved on.

Everyone knows that the Imperial Observatory only has Yang Qianhuan and the extraordinary sorcerer Sun Xuanji, who pose a certain threat.

All other warlocks can be ignored; just treat them as ordinary people.

Upon hearing this, Yang Qianhuan scratched his head anxiously, his eyes filled with sternness as he looked at Zhong Li beside him and reprimanded him:

"Junior sister, you're a perfectly good fifth-grade sorcerer, why aren't you breaking through in the basement of the Star-Picking Tower?"

"Why did you bring your junior brother to Chuzhou?"

Zhong Li trembled at Yang Qianhuan's stern rebuke and weakly explained:

"Senior brother, no."

"It was the teacher who told me to come out of the Star-Picking Tower and follow my junior brother."

"My junior brother is now a fifth-grade prophet. He saw that you were in danger in Chuzhou, so he brought me from the capital to Chuzhou."

Upon hearing this, Yang Qianhuan immediately retorted, "Nonsense!"

"You dare lie to your brother!"

"Before I left the capital, my junior brother was clearly only an eighth-rank sorcerer. When did he become a fifth-rank sorcerer?"

"Junior sister! Don't think that just because our junior brother always protects you, you can push him out to take the blame!"