"Good body technique, who is this? Why did you arrive in a hurry at this time?"

"I heard that there is a genius Tuoba Tiandu, who has never been seen in a thousand years, that's this young man?"

"I have good strength and have the power to fight against the core disciples of major sects! Hey, no, why haven't I entered the realm of returning to Pu Pu and True Reality? This... is still an ordinary student in the elite realm, how is this possible?"

...

Looking at Mu Feng who was of extraordinary temperament and arrived at the last moment, people were talking about it.

At first glance, Mu Feng's essence was introverted, and he seemed to be a real-life master who returned to the simplicity and was secretly surprised. But after a closer look, he found that Mu Feng was actually an ordinary elite disciple, and he couldn't help but be even more shocked.

What does it mean when you have just reached the elite realm?

genius!

A genius who is amazing at a young age!

Looking at Mu Feng who flew onto the hanging platform, people were talking curiously. Only the bald ancestor of the East China Sea looked gloomy and was just laughing at Ye Bei Palace for being left alone. Unexpectedly, a genius disciple immediately popped up from somewhere!

As a top master among overseas casual cultivators in the late stage of the Real Person Realm, his eyes are so vicious that he can naturally see the difference between Mu Feng and other students at a glance. Although he is both elite, Mu Feng, who arrived at the last moment, was obviously better than ordinary students in terms of temperament, mood and strength.

"Disciple Mu Feng is late, please forgive me!"

Mu Feng put Wen Feixue on the ground and bowed to Ye Beigong.

The deep and open sky valley of Kongming, the scattered hanging platforms, and the unfathomable masters... Everything in Kongming Valley was shocking. After a moment of loss of consciousness, he quickly came back to his senses and glanced at the scattered hanging platforms, and found many acquaintances.

The bald old ancestor of the East China Sea was sitting on the hanging platform to the left, and the Baixiang Holy Lord who had met once at the foot of Xiangshan Mountain. Seeing his eyes swept over and nodded with a smile. Behind him, women who were obviously wearing monk's robes but were as beautiful as flowers, graceful as other people, each charming.

To the north, a group of white-robed swordsmen sat on a high hanging platform, each of which was tall, like a sharp sword unsheathed, aggressive. On the chest, there was a long sword embroidered, which was the disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect Yujian Hall. Sitting in front was a short and thin old man with a triangular face, thick and short eyebrows, as if only half of his face was left, and his face was sinister. It seemed that he was the director of the Yujian Hall who had been famous for a long time but had never met him.

On the top left of the Immortal Sword Gate, on the highest hanging platform in the north, there were three people sitting. Sitting in front was a woman with a Taoist robe with a long sword on her shoulders. Although she was beautiful, she was cold all over her body, without any emotional fluctuations in her eyes, and expressionless face. Her cultivation was unfathomable. Behind her was Mu Tie, a great disciple of the passing-through skills, and the other was the ruthless blind master Bi Luotian.

Although his eyes were invisible, he felt extremely sharp. As soon as Mu Feng saw the figures of the three of them, he immediately turned his head and smiled coldly. It seemed that with a gentle movement of his nose, he could sense Mu Feng's breath.

The real person Li Henshui?

Mu Feng was secretly shocked and took a breath of air. Unexpectedly, these demons were all gathered together today. The blind master Bi Luotian, who was subdued by her, was already so powerful. It is enough to imagine how terrible she, the sect leader of the ruthless Sword Sect, was! Mu Tie, the master of the master of the ritual, was restrained. It seemed that he had already stepped into the realm of realm first, and his cultivation speed was indeed extraordinary.

"Fortunately, the demons of the ghost mother Li Feifei and the Sect leader Murong Bi did not come; otherwise, the people would be even more together and the demons would dance around!"

Mu Feng was secretly shocked. After a slight glance at the surrounding situation, he bowed respectfully in front of the palace master Ye Beigong.

"It's not too late, it's just right!"

Ye Beigong nodded. Although he had expected it, he seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief after seeing Mu Feng's figure. Just as he was about to give some advice, his face suddenly sank, "Mu Feng, are you injured?"

"It's okay, I encountered an ambush from a group of masked people on the road, just a little injury, and I have almost recovered."

Mu Feng said in an understatement, and he was reluctant to say more without conclusive evidence, "Party Lord, to be honest, the reason why this ambush was safe is all because of your great help, washing muscles and marrow. Otherwise, without the wonderful use of the Mountains, Rivers and Country Art, the disciples might not be able to reach Kongming Valley."

"Okay, okay! Mu Feng, I'm old and tired. I'll leave this challenge to you! Remember, no matter what I encounter, you must keep calm and keep your faith in your heart." Ye Beigong reminded him a few times, and slowly closed his eyes as he said. Mu Feng's arrival made him calmer and firmer, letting the latter go and break through.

"Yes, my disciple obeys the order!"

Mu Feng was respectful and accepted the order in the face of danger. He glanced at the staggered hanging platform in the valley, and was about to step out of the line to fight, but a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

"This strategy theory is completely different from the Tianshou theory in our academy. If you win, you can certainly get a heavy reward. If you lose, you must stay and become an envoy of Kongming Valley. Without the order of Kongming God Lord, you will never take half a step out of Kongming Valley for the rest of your life. Mu Feng, you have thought it through clearly, it is still time to withdraw now!"

Ye Kexuan whispered, looking at Mu Feng, who stood up for the Academy at a critical moment, had a complicated look.

Although the tone is still a little cold, the reminder at critical moments makes people feel a little intimate.

"If you lose, you have to stay and become a messenger of the underworld?"

Mu Feng screamed and glanced at Wen Feixue beside him. He thought of Jian Shiqi, the taciturn messenger of Kongming along the way, and the entanglement between him and Jian Yu. At this moment, the two finally realized the realization and understood why Jian Shiqi, the messenger of Kongming, was unwilling to admit that he was Jianling at first.

As expected, it was not that he was really so heartless, but that he had his own difficulties!

Who is Kongming God?

His whole body was covered in black energy, and his cultivation was unfathomable. Even the palace master Ye Beigong wanted to respectfully call him the supreme power of Lord God. Who dared to disobey his will?

Mu Feng's face was moved. Before the strategy began, he felt an unprecedented pressure. There was no blood or murderous aura. However, in terms of the degree of danger, it was no less than a life-and-death battle!

"Mu Feng, don't..., don't go!"

Wen Feixue quickly reacted, and nervously, almost subconsciously grabbed Mu Feng's right hand. Her face was pale and tense, as if Mu Feng would disappear in front of her forever in the next moment and would never appear again. For some reason, she suddenly remembered the stubborn sword rain, fearing that she would become like that one day.

Thinking that Mu Feng would become the same silent and heartless messenger as Jian Shiqi one day, the two of them could not recognize each other when they met, and suddenly felt a severe pain in their hearts that they had never been before.
Chapter completed!