Zongwu: People on Peach Blossom Island rely on their understanding to become immortals

A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the tall man, as if he didn't expect Lin Changfeng to be so calm.

He coughed and whispered, "We are just passing by and don't want to cause trouble."

"Passing by?" Zhou Botong sneered, "If you really passed by, why didn't you go further?"

"Shut up." Lin Changfeng glanced at Zhou Botong indifferently, signaling him to stay calm.

"You know what you want to do."

The other party was silent for a moment, and the tall man finally spoke: "We just want to ask for directions.

I heard that there is an ancient temple nearby, can you give me some pointers?"

Lin Changfeng's eyes turned cold.

The term ancient temple is not unfamiliar to him.

Although there is nothing special nearby, he can feel that something is wrong in the other party's words.

"Ancient temple?" Lin Changfeng murmured in a low voice, "It's really a coincidence that you ask for directions in such a place."

The tall man looked at Lin Changfeng's eyes, frowned slightly, and obviously realized that something was wrong.

"It seems that you know something."

His tone suddenly became cold, "Just tell us directly, we don't want to waste time."

"Waste time?"

Lin Changfeng sneered, "If you really want to waste time, just stay here.

If you want to leave, you'd better give me a reason."

The atmosphere on the other side suddenly became tense.

The pale man couldn't help but draw out the dagger, and pointed at Zhou Botong with a slightly trembling finger: "Don't force me to do it!"

Zhou Botong's eyes condensed, and his palm had already grasped the hilt of the sword.

At this moment, Lin Changfeng smiled unexpectedly, turned his eyes, and whispered: "It seems that you are not going to give up."

"But you are too slow."

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Changfeng's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the tall man.

The right hand attacked as fast as lightning, clamping the other's wrist with incomparable precision.

"Ah!" The tall man screamed in pain, and the dagger was quickly thrown away and fell on the grass.

Zhou Botong had already drawn his sword and rushed towards the pale man.

His swordsmanship was not perfect, but under Lin Changfeng's guidance.

His movements were swift and powerful, and he instantly forced the man to take a few steps back.

"You two, you have no choice." Lin Changfeng's voice was as cold as ice, and he seemed to have no sympathy at all.

The tall man's face suddenly turned pale, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"Who... who are you?"

Lin Changfeng still did not answer, but sneered: "Your business ends here today."

Suddenly, there was another sound of footsteps in the distance, breaking the silence around.

The tall man and the pale man looked at each other, with panic: "Someone is coming!"

"This is a bit troublesome." Lin Changfeng smiled slightly, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

Lin Changfeng's eyes became deep, and he looked into the distance.

On the forest path not far away, several figures could be vaguely seen approaching rapidly.

Zhou Botong's face changed immediately: "Master, didn't you abolish Murong Fu's internal strength?

How can he still send people here?"

Lin Changfeng smiled slightly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "He just temporarily lost his force.

But this does not mean that he can't control everything behind the scenes.

The human heart is the most terrible weapon."

"What should we do?" Zhou Botong asked, frowning, obviously uneasy about what was about to happen.

Lin Changfeng looked at him deeply, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, I expected this situation today.

I just didn't expect Murong Fu to find our location so quickly."

Before he finished speaking, the figure in the distance was clearly visible. It was a group of people, with agile bodies and fierce momentum.

The leader was the tall man.

At this moment, he had no expression on his face, his eyes were cold, and he exuded an oppressive aura.

"Master, is that Murong Fu's people?"

Zhou Botong recognized them at a glance, although he had never seen them in person.

But from the breath and figure, he had guessed the other party's identity.

Lin Changfeng nodded slowly: "Yes, his men."

"Then do we stay here?" Zhou Botong hesitated, obviously not wanting to confront these people anymore.

"We have no choice."

Lin Changfeng said coldly, his eyes like lightning, staring at the approaching team, "Murong Fu, the flame of revenge will not be extinguished easily."

At this time, the leading man approached.

The atmosphere around became oppressive in an instant, as if all the sounds were swallowed up in this quiet forest.

The sneer on the tall man's face was almost mechanical, as if he already knew that victory was in sight.

"Lin Changfeng, it's been a long time."

He spoke, his voiceLow and threatening, "If you know what's good for you today and hand over Zhou Botong, I can let you go."

Lin Changfeng smiled slightly and shook his head: "You are really getting more and more arrogant."

"Do you really think you can stop me?"

The man sneered and drew out the long sword from his waist, the blade flashing coldly and extremely sharp.

"You are quite courageous."

Lin Changfeng's eyes suddenly became sharp, "But you are destined to fail today."

Zhou Botong's heartbeat accelerated.

He held the hilt tightly, staring at the enemy with a sharp gaze, but his heart was full of uneasiness.

"Master, is there really no other way? They don't seem to be going to let us go."

Lin Changfeng looked at him with a hint of approval in his eyes: "You can think of this, which proves that you have improved a lot.

However, today's situation is not something you and I can control."

Before he finished speaking, he stepped forward suddenly and rushed towards the tall man like an arrow.

Lin Changfeng's movements were so fast that it was almost impossible to react.

He struck out with a palm, and the force was like a landslide.

A trace of surprise flashed in the tall man's eyes, and before he could react, he was knocked to the ground by Lin Changfeng's palm wind.

"Quick! Come on!"

The tall man shouted angrily, and several men behind him drew their weapons and surrounded him.

"Heh!"

Lin Changfeng sneered, bent his legs, suddenly bounced up, flipped in the air, and appeared behind an enemy.

Then, the sword in his hand pierced into the enemy's back like lightning.

"You ants, how dare you provoke me!"

Lin Changfeng's voice was as cold as ice, and every strike was full of strong murderous intent.

Zhou Botong was shocked when he saw this.

He always thought that his master's swordsmanship was invincible.

But today he really realized that Lin Changfeng's horror far exceeded his imagination.

"It's worthy of being a master."

Zhou Botong muttered to himself.

Then, he also began to use his sword skills and fought fiercely with the enemy.

However, Murong Fu's men were numerous, including warriors with special skills, and the battle between the two sides became fierce.

Lin Changfeng and Zhou Botong joined forces to quickly repel several enemies, but Murong Fu's remnants still came like a tide.