Looking at Hu Feng who left in embarrassment and was swallowed up by the night, Qi Chen wondered: "Master Mo, why don't you chase after him? Most of his spiritual energy should have been consumed."

Mo Dingshan shook his head, looked at the two bottles of psychic potion left in Qi Chen's hand, and said distressedly: "What a waste, Mr. Qi, although I can spend all my energy to keep him, but in this way, at least

We also need two bottles of the best psychic potion."

"It's not worth dealing with him."

"Okay." Qi Chen nodded and put away the potion. When he looked back to the other side, the Xue family father and son had also disappeared without a trace.

The night engulfed the battle here, and the mosquitoes disappeared and returned again with the astonishing breath.

On a sultry night, in a heart-raising pavilion, the Xue family father and son were restless.

This pavilion is located slightly higher than the foot of the mountain.

There are mountains on the back, and the brightly lit city in front, only a little further away.

This mountain is quite famous for its rugged rocks. Although it is not high, the top of the mountain is difficult for ordinary people to climb without the help of mountaineering tools.

"Uncle Hu, you are finally here."

"Brother Hu, are you not injured?"

Seeing Hu Feng appear, Xue Yuan finally relaxed. He was deeply afraid that something unexpected would happen to the other party, and the consequences would be extremely serious.

Many big guys in Jinye Market are suppressed by the Xue family, and the biggest reason is Hu Feng.

A monk who has consecrated the three realms has such terrifying strength.

So once something happens to Hu Feng, their family's business will inevitably be hit hard.

"Ahem..." Hu Feng coughed twice, his lips were dry, and he said calmly, "It doesn't matter, the old man and I are about the same strength. Even if he has more psychic potions, he can't beat me to death.

Seriously injured."

However, Hu Feng's heart trembled when he mentioned the psychic potion.

"What's more, we have found out their details. There must be no great master behind Qi Chen, because the best psychic potion is so precious that it is impossible to put it on a young man like him."

"So, this kid is probably lucky enough to have found the treasure of a long-dead grandmaster."

Hu Feng sat down calmly and looked at the scenery of the city. The summer wind blew across the Anjiang River at night, pushing it in waves, and it was faintly shining under the moonlight.

Xue Zi's pupils were extremely bright and he said: "So, we can take him down without any effort?"

"Take it?"

Hu Feng smiled gently, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. He looked like a ghost in the dimly lit mountain forest.

"How could you just win it? You underestimate the cruelty of the monk circle."

"Monk, the most precious thing is all kinds of resources. Now that we want to seize his resources, it is natural that we have sworn hatred. If we really want to take action, one of us will definitely die."

"Death?" Xue Zi suddenly felt that the mountain wind

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A little coldly, "Uncle Hu, he seems to have a relationship with the Qiao family. Will this disturb the Qiao family?"

Hu Feng smiled arrogantly: "You think too highly of the Qiao family. Although the Qiao family is a great contributor, so what?"

"There are also other forces in Yanxia...and even the big family."

"They can influence the monks, but they cannot influence them."

"The path of a monk involves life and death. There is no room for secular people like them to interfere at will. Otherwise, everyone would stay at home meditating and not talk about practicing."

The night wind suddenly picked up, and the Ye'an River in the distance became more rippling.

"Xiao Zi, how many corpses are buried under the Anjiang River on this ordinary night? How many people jump into the river every year, die accidentally, or are dumped by others."

"If ordinary people are like this, then in the monk circle, it would be more normal for a few monks to die every day."

Hu Feng withdrew his gaze, turned slightly, and looked towards the mountain. This mountain is called Yunwu Mountain, just because it has different shapes when viewed from different angles, as unpredictable as clouds.

However, most tourists can only climb to the mountainside.

Few people have seen the scenery on the top of the mountain.

"It's just that there is Mo Dingshan behind that kid. If I take action, I can only deal with one person, but they will succeed."

"So now I can only wait for Brother Man."

Xue Yuan and his son also followed Hu Feng's gaze and looked at the mountains in the dark night.

There was no light, even the moonlight and stars seemed to be swallowed up, like a bloody mouth.

Xue Yuan's expression changed and he said: "Is it possible that Master Man has been practicing in this Yunwu Mountain these days?"

"That's right, do you think cultivation is that simple?"

"We must not only join the world, but also be born in it. We must not only train our body, but also our mind, and we must endure loneliness." Hu Feng said calmly.

Xue Zi frowned: "Just like this, wouldn't it mean that Master Man is allowed to deal with Qi Chen? Although he is a monk, he shouldn't be too powerful."

"So what?" Hu Feng warned, "In the world of monks, never underestimate any monk. Their abilities and techniques are weird. There was once a little monk who spent three years relying only on a chronic poison.

After a long time, he actually killed a grandmaster."

"Brother Man, there will naturally be no problem in this battle. He just needs to win to enhance his self-confidence after entering the Grand Master."

Suddenly, he stood up, with his hands behind his back, his eyes a little solemn.

"boom!"

There was an explosion.

In the darkness in the distance, gravel exploded out, and then, a figure floated out like a ghost.

"Brother Man is out of seclusion." Hu Feng said lightly, but his eyes were full of envy.

Before Xue Zi could react, he saw a figure appearing in front of him.

That image

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It was blended into the dark night, and if it weren't for a pair of bright green eyes, it would be difficult to spot it.

There was an extremely powerful aura that kept pressing on him as the man arrived.

Xue Zi and Xue Yuan actually had the subconscious urge to kneel down, their legs trembling. It was a kind of surrender that came from the depths of their souls.

Even Hu Feng felt a palpitation in his heart at this moment.

He shook his hands and then clasped his fists: "Brother Man, I didn't expect you to have actually come this far. I'm so happy and congratulated."

"This is the Grandmaster!"

Master Man finally walked into the starlight, and his appearance shocked Xue Zi.

Because there was a ferocious scar that extended from Master Man's head to his chin, as if his face had been split in half. In particular, the nose was almost completely cut off, leaving only two nostrils.

Saying it is ugly is probably the best comment on Master Man. In Xue Zi's opinion, this face has reached the level of anti-humanity.

He suppressed his inner discomfort and stood quietly aside.

Master Man laughed, but the sound was worse than nails scratching against metal.

"Brother Hu, I was able to become a master because I got a treasure by accident. Then when I reached the level of cultivation, I naturally became a master. As for the specific method, I don't know anything about it."

"Moreover, there is still one final step to achieve the master's level..."

He looked up at the sky. The night sky was clear and bright, with a full moon and few stars.

"Three Nine Thunder Tribulations!" Hu Feng paused, then showed a horrified look, "I once heard that half of ten monks will perish after experiencing the Three Nine Thunder Tribulations."

"Because there is a thunder disaster ahead, many monks are afraid and stay in the third realm of consecration."

Yes, who wouldn't be afraid?

This is the Three Nine Thunder Tribulations!

Master Man grinned, revealing a row of dark teeth: "You have scruples and are not fearless, so it is difficult for you to take the last step, and you attribute everything to the lack of suitable treasures."

"But I'm different!"

"If you die, die, if you live, live!"

Master Man said sternly that he had experienced too much, so he was even more cruel to himself.

Hu Feng smiled helplessly: "But what about Qi Chen?"

"I just heard your conversation..." Master Man said, "If I survive the thunder tribulation and become a master, I will naturally need those top-quality psychic potions. If I can't survive, those potions will be useless to me.

."

"So, everything just depends on tonight."

"Success tonight, kill him tomorrow night!"

Master Man suddenly took a long breath, and the next moment, black clouds condensed in the originally clear night sky.

When he reaches his level, he can naturally cause thunder disaster to come. This is the rule!

"I'll go too!"

Master Man is like a flying giant, with a step of tens of feet, and after several ups and downs, he has already jumped to the top of Yunwu Mountain.
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