She stretched out her hand and pointed at the top of Piaomiao Peak. She could clearly see a tall figure standing on the edge of the cliff, looking down. Who else could it be besides Ye Feng?

"The leader told me!"

Hu Dahong looked serious, "The headmaster told me just now that if anyone comes to see him, just say that he is in retreat."

"That's unreasonable!" Yin Rurong was so angry that she kept grinding her teeth.

Looking back at the top of Piaomiao Peak, and looking into Ye Feng's cold eyes for a moment, Yin Rurong remembered the scene of Ye Feng killing the powerful people in the starry sky with just a hair, and couldn't help but tremble all over.

“It’s not a good place to stay for a long time!”

The sound ripped through the void and disappeared.

"Little fox, you have nothing to do here." Liufeng said to Hu Dahong, and his figure gradually faded.

"Okay!" Hu Dahong ate the duck leg and jumped back to the top.

…

In front of the main hall.

Liufeng sat across from Ye Feng and drank tea together.

"Master, have you really become a saint in body?" Liu Feng looked at him, his eyes full of shock.

"Yes." Ye Feng nodded.

Hearing this, Liu Feng was shocked all over.

"I almost forgot to mention that in the past few years, I have been preparing for the tribulation. Maybe you will be able to survive the tribulation of becoming a saint at some time."

Ye Feng said suddenly.

"Forehead?"

Liufeng was stunned for a moment, then his pupils shrank, he realized something, and his whole body was shaking with excitement. However, when he raised his head and wanted to ask something, he found that Ye Feng had already left.

On the coffee table.

The cup is still steaming.

"The leader is truly an amazing person."

Liufeng muttered and continued to stay at the peak, studying stronger and faster sword moves.

…

Wonderful holy land.

This place, like the Sun Realm, is an independent small world created by the Holy Realm.

"Old Saint Miaoyin, this is all my fault. Your holy soldiers were taken away by bad guys. Please punish me severely."

Yin Rurong knelt on the ground, lowered her head and said.

In front of her, stood an illusory figure with a slender waist and a graceful figure. He held a flower in his jade hands, exuding a strange fragrance that made people feel relaxed all over.

"I will remember this grudge!"

The incarnation of the ancient saint Miaoyin said coldly, and then, with a "click" sound, he crushed the flower in his hand.
Chapter completed!