Standing among the crowd, Zhang Feng is the most dazzling star.

There was a huge crowd of disciples who came to see him off, but everyone's eyes were focused on the senior brother.

Three thousand miles of purple energy fills the body, and the energy of the dragon and tiger above the head!

There are ten purple rings behind him, which symbolize the literary saint and his indescribable dignity.

The feet are on the golden lotus, and the yin and yang wheel is carried on the back.

Even if he is surrounded by a group of disciples, Zhang Feng is the most dazzling presence.

"Dang~"

"Dang~"

"Dang~"

Three distant bells sounded from the top of the main peak, and at the same time, the voice of the good man in Shangshui resounded throughout the world.

"This is the first time our senior brother has gone down the mountain. The whole sect wishes our senior brother immediate success."

"The time has come, Zhang Feng, let's get going."

Zhang Feng nodded and led the three of them down the mountain step by step.

During this period, some disciples wanted to follow Zhang Feng, but were stopped halfway by their respective masters and elders.

After all, as expected, this time Zhang Feng faced a ferocious beast in the divine transformation stage, which was really dangerous. The elders felt that as a holy master, Zhang Feng's cultivation was unfathomable, and they were 90% sure that he could kill that bird. It's okay to turn back. But if ordinary disciples go there, they are indeed in danger.

Zhang Feng walked along the steps from the Shangshui Holy Peak and walked down the sect step by step.

At the same time, Zhang Feng's mentality was also changing rapidly.

In the sect, although Zhang Feng practiced fraud, he also knew that as long as his character remained intact, his life would not be in danger.

And now!

Faced with this world of cultivation that Master calls so terrifying, the three-day mortality rate for monks in the Qi training stage is as high as 99%.

Zhang Feng felt infinite caution and caution in his heart.

"Junior sister," Zhang Feng turned to look at Huo Linglong and continued: "If we meet some people who have ill intentions towards us along the way, we must remember..."

Before Zhang Feng could finish speaking, Huo Linglong pointed in front and said, "Brother, are you talking about that?"

Zhang Feng was stunned.

Look up.

I saw the foothills of Sheung Shui Holy Peak, a valley that had always been deserted in the past.

It turned out to be a huge sea of ​​people.

And in the distance there are actually various schools, academies and other buildings, densely packed, occupying the entire empty valley.

Zhang Feng: "???"

Is it the wrong way to leave the sect on your own?

It had only been three days since the last time I went down the mountain. Why did it suddenly become like this?

Moreover, there are countless people standing on the road ahead of him, silent, obviously waiting for him.

Zhang Feng said cautiously: "Be careful, we may have traveled through time."

Huo Linglong: "???"

Purple Spirit Master: "???"

Wu Liang: "???"

Zhang Feng looked around again and found that this was indeed the sect entrance of Shangshui Holy Peak.

Zhang Feng let out a long sigh.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came down the mountain, he encountered a bold enemy ambushing him at the gate of the sect.

This world of cultivation is really terrifying, with evil people with evil intentions everywhere.

However, just when Zhang Feng was revving up his cultivation and preparing to take action.

Countless people were densely packed in front of him, looking at Zhang Feng with feverish eyes, and they all knelt down and worshiped.

"We are willing to go with the Holy Master!"

Zhang Feng was stunned.

Only then did I understand.

The people in front of me were all wearing blue shirts and Confucian robes, and they all carried more or less literary auras, connecting heaven and earth. Some of the leaders looked familiar.

Isn’t this a Confucian and Taoist person?

But he recognized it, but Zhang Feng still didn't understand what was going on in the scene in front of him...

"What are you..." Zhang Feng looked confused.

Wu Liang on the side whispered: "Senior brother, since you entered the realm of Saint Master that day, most of the Confucian and Taoist people in Lizhou have come over, and they have not entered my Shangshui Holy Peak, but have camped outside.

Even a school has been built, and a ranking has been set for you to worship every day..."

"Nowadays, if you don't occupy a place here in Lizhou, a literary school like this, you will be embarrassed to say hello to everyone you meet."

Zhang Feng: "..."

Look, what have you fooled these children into?

What a sin.

"Well, you really don't have to do this." Zhang Feng felt quite guilty.

After all, no matter how you look at it, you have deceived others.

However, Mr. Flutist, who was standing at the front, said respectfully: "Senior, this is all from our hearts! If you are righteous, you will never be alone, and you must have neighbors. Mr. Sir's noble character and talent are admirable. We are willing to be neighbors with him, as long as we are neighbors.

I hope Mr. Nengde can give me a few words of advice."

"We have already communicated with the good people of Shangshui. We would like to promote the Holy Peak of Shangshui as our holy land of literature and Taoism in Lizhou! And we will only live at the foot of the mountain and never disturb the sect."

"Senior, don't refuse. This is the wish of all Confucian and Taoist people in Lizhou. As a holy master, you will definitely not refuse!"

Mr. Flute's voice trembled slightly when he spoke.

After all, the young man in front of me is a Saint Master who surpasses a Saint!

A saint can be taught, and even the emperors from all over the world respect him as his teacher.

In just one sentence, Li Mi entered the realm of Confucianism.

This person can only be looked up to and cannot be neglected.

Zhang Feng: "..."

After struggling for a long time, Zhang Feng hesitated and said: "Then I will go out this time..."

"Of course we will follow him!" Mr. Flute said firmly: "From now on, no matter where our predecessors go, we in the Lizhou literary world will definitely follow him!"

Behind him, the vast sea of ​​people all had firm eyes.

Zhang Feng: "..."

Is it really okay for you to lick like this?

Where is the dignity and pride of being a great scholar?

Zhang Feng really doesn't want so many people to follow him.

Because Zhang Feng knew exactly where he came from as a Saint Master, and it all relied on special effects.

Moreover, Confucianism and Taoism are not the same as spiritual practice. To verify the authenticity of this thing, you don’t just look at the breath and the vision of heaven and earth, but also look at your inner self.

Following so many great scholars, Zhang Feng always felt that he would be seen through every minute.

Moreover, there are only two hours of special effects time every day, which determines that Zhang Feng cannot have so many people following him for a long time.

Zhang Feng took Huo Linglong and Wu Liang, gave the Purple Spirit Master a look, turned around and ran away!

The four of them jumped directly behind the tree next to the steps.

The next moment, under the shocked gazes of Huo Linglong and Wu Liang, Zhang Feng transformed from a reincarnated immortal into an ordinary qi-training monk.

"The host turns off the special effects. The remaining time today is one hour and twelve minutes."

Huo Linglong and Wu Liang opened their eyes wide, looking at Zhang Feng who suddenly turned into another person, and then looked at the hands they had always held together with their senior brother.

I don't fully understand what is going on.

But before they could ask any questions, a terrifying literati aura erupted from the front.

"The Holy Master has run away, catch him quickly!"

"You go around from behind, I'll chase you from here!"

"You must not let the Holy Master escape!"
To be continued...