"I'm sorry, senior brother."

The young man in white quickly stood up and patted the dust that did not exist on his butt, saying with a shame: "I forgot."

"You..."

The tall young man, known as the senior brother, wanted to continue to get angry, but looking at the guilty expression on the face of the young man in white, he held back at the last moment, sighed, and said in a weak voice: "Let's go, don't let the master wait too long with the other commanders."

"Thank you, senior brother!"

The young man in white nodded like pounding garlic, and followed the tall young man quickly walked out.

After about half a minute of walking, the two of them arrived in a spacious hall.

The hall is more than ten meters high, the dome is round and tower-shaped, with lifelike exquisite murals and the ground is covered with black marble tiles that can be seen, giving people a deep and solemn feeling.

There were at least twenty people sitting in the hall waiting for them.

The top is a tall and thin old man with dark skin. He can't tell the specific age. His head is neatly combed with white hair and his forehead is wrinkled. He is wearing a loose robe with the characteristics of Sunac City. Even if he just sits there casually, he exudes the grand manner of Yuanli Yuexiu.

Next to the old man, there was also a middle-aged man wearing a black training suit. He was burly, with a square face, half an inch long beard on his chin, his hair was raised up like a steel needle, and his eyes were opened and closed, and his light was shining everywhere.

Below the old man and the middle-aged man, there were warriors with different appearances and long breathing. They were old and young, men and women, and their strengths were also different. However, at this moment, they were all staring at the young man in white with dissatisfaction.

The young man in white knew that he was inappropriate and did not dare to look at the elders. He lowered his eyebrows and walked faster to the old man and middle-aged man.

"Master, Uncle Xu, I'm sorry, I'm late."

The young man in white clasped his fists with his hands, and once he reached the ground, he did not dare to get up for a long time.

The middle-aged man closed his lips tightly, glanced at the young man in white casually, then lowered his eyes, and had no intention of speaking at all.

“It’s okay.”

The old man stretched out his hand and asked with a smile: "How is the golden body of the King of Ming Dynasty practicing when he doesn't move? A few days ago, you said you want to go into seclusion and break through. Have you succeeded?"

"Go back to the master, I succeeded by luck."

The young man in white stood up carefully and answered respectfully.

As soon as these words came out, a "buzzing" discussion suddenly sounded in the hall. The warriors sitting on the chairs looked at each other, with shock and suspicion intertwined.

Even the old man was a little disbelief, so he asked again: "It really worked?"

"It should...be successful?"

After being asked by the master, the young man in white couldn't help but feel nervous.

He took a deep breath and circulated his inner breath. A hazy golden light suddenly appeared on his body surface. His exposed skin instantly turned golden, looking particularly sacred and solemn.

"Master, look, have I succeeded?" the young man in white asked tentatively.

The old man nodded with relief.

"Chenglong, the master once told you about the history of the Yaori Sect. The Yanhuang Martial Arts Conference is about to be held. The task of revitalizing the sect's reputation will be handed over to you." The old man smiled.

The young man in white was startled and took a step back, showing a look of panic: "Master, I have never attacked anyone, I'm afraid it will disappoint you."

Seeing that the young man in white was so unbearable, he had the idea of ​​retreating before he even started. The rest of the people couldn't help but look angry and prepared to accuse him.

Feeling the change in the atmosphere, the old man frowned slightly and looked around with his cold eyes.

In an instant, a cold current seemed to have passed in the hall, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Those who had not had time to speak immediately shut their mouths and did not dare to make any sound.

"You have already cultivated the golden body of the Immortal King to great success, and are only half a step away from the Indestructible Realm of Vajra. Among the younger generation, there are only a handful of people who can surpass you."

The old man smiled again and continued to encourage the young man in white: "Also, you are the master's favorite apprentice. You should share the worries for the master, right?"

"Then...I'll try it." The young man in white lowered his head, thought seriously for a while, and replied in a low voice.

*******

Pingzhou City, Wujimen headquarters.

After finishing his practice, Cheng Feng wiped his sweat with a towel while moving his limbs, adapting to the slightly unfamiliar powerful force in his body.

After several months of hard practice, he finally successfully broke through the bottleneck and entered the peak of Huajin.

However, compared with his high spirits and sharpness at the beginning, Cheng Feng became much silent and low-key.

Lin Chong taught Cheng Feng a valuable lesson, allowing him to understand what others are, and there is heaven beyond heaven.

Ling Feiyu's death and Fang Yunbu's defeat were a very painful blow to Cheng Feng and all the disciples of the Wuji Sect, which made them feel like they could not raise their heads for a long time.

Like many other disciples, Cheng Feng did not understand Chen Hanzhou's approach.

Lin Zhong made Wuji Sect suffer heavy losses and his face was completely ruined. Why did the sect leader treat each other with courtesy and even set the rules with the other party that he would not violate the well water?

But not understanding does not mean that you dare to violate it.

Therefore, Cheng Feng could only work hard to become stronger, hoping that one day he would seek justice from Lin Chong with his own strength.

The hatred of Lin Chong is the motivation to keep growing stronger.

"I will definitely take revenge!"

Cheng Feng grinded his teeth and walked out of the training room.

At this moment, the Xu Zhen and Xu Chun brothers happened to come from outside.

When the three of them passed by each other, they stopped at the same time, and their eyes collided in the sky, as if Mars was splashing.

The position of the first true teaching of Wuji Sect is empty, which makes these core disciples with competitive qualifications fight openly and secretly, and their relationship is no longer as harmonious as before.

"Junior Brother Cheng, I heard you are going to fight at the Yanhuang Martial Arts Conference?" Xu Zhen turned his head and looked at Cheng Feng, asking with a smile.

"That's right."

Cheng Feng is as proud as gold.

He didn't even notice that since he was defeated by Lin Chong, he began to imitate Lin Chong intentionally or unintentionally, including his speaking habits and style of conduct.

"According to this, we have the same plans as you."

Xu Chun wrapped his arms around his chest and said lukewarmly: "Or what if we make a bet?"

Cheng Feng asked expressionlessly: "What bet?"

"Whoever loses to the opponent first will take the initiative to withdraw from the competition for the first true story." Xu Chun said without hesitation.

Cheng Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and he spit out a word simply: "Okay!"

Southwest Province, Linhai City.

The senior brother of Xihai Sect, Lei Wen and the senior sister of Chicheng Sect, stood side by side, looking at the students who were excited about the journey to the capital in the distance, with a slightly serious expression.

"Do you think that person will go?" Lei Wen asked in a low voice.

"With his character, if nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely go."
Chapter completed!