Mr. Fu is Zhang Yifeng’s second master. Although the meteor hammer method is incomplete, Zhang Yifeng is still very grateful to Mr. Fu. Thanks for his selfless dedication and dedication.
"Mr. Meng, please wait for me at the door while I go to pay homage to the dead master."
When Zhang Yifeng's voice fell, the man had climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard. Only Mr. Meng was left in a daze.
Does Zhang Yifeng have a master? Could it be that Zhang Yifeng is from the Kunlong Mountains? But this yard seems to be just a blacksmith shop.
Zhang Yifeng didn't know what Mr. Meng was thinking. After entering the courtyard, he went directly to Mr. Fu's grave.
Although Zhang Yifeng has never come back, Fu Lao's yard and tomb are very clean. It is obvious that Nan Xin often comes here to clean. It seems that there are always people living here.
After briefly paying homage to the old man, Zhang Yifeng and Mr. Meng rushed to Qianhuanmen.
Qian Huan Sect, only a few sects in the entire Kunlong Mountains know about it.
This is just like the rich people. If there are no news reports, you don't know who the rich people are. If they are not on the same level, they will never meet each other.
The location of Qianhuanmen is quite remote, more than ten kilometers away from the Kunlong Mountains warrior circle, and it has to climb several mountains.
At this time, what appeared in the sight of Zhang Yifeng and Meng Lao was a mountain range filled with mist.
The fog is very thick and visibility is extremely low. Ordinary warriors will definitely get lost if they go in.
Thousand Fantasy Sect is located in this heavy fog.
"This is a natural maze."
After Zhang Yifeng entered the heavy fog, he clearly noticed something different. The fog was naturally formed, but due to terrain and geographical reasons, it actually formed a natural maze. If anyone entered here by mistake, they would probably be trapped here.
"You follow my footsteps carefully. I will walk slower."
Meng Lao's voice came, leading Zhang Yifeng from the front.
Zhang Yifeng nodded and followed closely behind Mr. Meng.
While following Mr. Meng, he used his spiritual consciousness to explore the entire natural illusory formation.
As he walked, he suddenly felt something in his heart, as if he understood something, but he was unable to grasp this glimmer of inspiration.
Suddenly, he stopped and no longer followed Mr. Meng. Instead, he stepped into the mist, and his body disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Mr. Meng kept walking in front, and after walking several steps he realized that Zhang Yifeng had disappeared.
"not good!"
Mr. Meng's expression changed drastically at that time. Although there was no danger in this fog, it would be very difficult to get out once you entered it by mistake.
Mr. Meng quickly turned around to look for Zhang Yifeng, but he couldn't find him at all.
He could only bite the bullet and keep moving forward until he walked out of this natural fog formation.
At this time, the thick fog disappeared, and a trail appeared in sight. At the end of the trail was a mountain gate, with the three characters Qianhuanmen carved on it with a sword.
Mr. Meng did not have thousands of magic doors, but was waiting for Zhang Yifeng at the exit.
Now that things have happened, he can't be anxious. Zhang Yifeng has always impressed him. He believes that this small maze will not do anything to Zhang Yifeng. Maybe he can get out of it.
If he really couldn't get out, he would go to Qianhuanmen for help and ask the people from Qianhuanmen to help find Zhang Yifeng.
Only the Qianhuan Sect is most familiar with this maze. Maybe the people from the Qianhuan Sect can find a way to get Zhang Yifeng out.
At this time, in the mist.
After Zhang Yifeng fell into the maze of formations, he did not wander around, but carefully captured the mysteries contained in the natural formations.
He didn't look for a way out, but was thinking about why the mist could form a formation? What was missing in the formation he arranged to prevent it from increasing its power?
Once he was lost in thought, Zhang Yifeng was like a stone, standing motionless in the mist.
This stop lasts a day and a night.
One day passed, Mr. Meng finally became anxious, but he couldn't figure out why Zhang Yifeng had lost him. With Zhang Yifeng's cultivation, it was absolutely impossible for him to lose him. Unless he encountered some trouble, or took the initiative to enter the maze.
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Mr. Meng decided to wait one more day. If Zhang Yifeng still couldn't come out after one day, he would go to Qianhuan Sect to seek help.
Just as Meng Lao was thinking, his body suddenly trembled, and a dangerous feeling came from behind.
Mr. Meng did not look back. He stepped on his feet and quickly left the place.
boom!
There was a loud noise, flying sand and rocks. Someone attacked him from behind.
Elder Meng turned around and saw a disciple wearing the Qian Huan Sect's service. This disciple slapped Elder Meng from the air with his bare hands.
"Avoided?" The Qianhuan Sect disciple was a little surprised, and then shouted coldly, "Who are you? How did you get in? Say, otherwise, you will die!"
There are no disciples guarding the mountain in Qianhuan Sect because few people can enter here. This disciple was out doing business and met Mr. Meng by chance.
Mr. Meng said calmly: "I came to Qianhuanmen to visit an old friend."
"Do you have an old friend in Qianhuanmen? Who are you?"
The Qian Huan Sect disciple's body trembled, but his eyes were still wary.
Mr. Meng said with a smile: "Decades ago, I practiced in Qianhuan Sect for three years. My name is Meng Shan."
"You have been practicing in Qianhuanmen for three years, no wonder you can enter here. Since you have passed through the maze, why don't you just go up the mountain? What are you doing here?"
"To be honest, a friend of mine is trapped in the maze. I'm waiting for him here."
"Trapped by the maze?" The disciple was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "I advise you not to wait any longer. Most of the people you brought will be trapped in it and die."
"Why?"
"Because of this maze, once you are trapped, it is difficult to get out. You can only wait for death inside."
"Is there nothing your sect can do?" Mr. Meng frowned.
"There is no way. This formation is formed naturally, and it was not arranged by me, Qian Huan Sect. Over the years, most of the disciples of Qian Huan Sect who mistakenly fell into the formation have died. Only the very lucky ones have come out."
Mr. Meng frowned. Although when he was in Qianhuanmen, the people from Qianhuanmen warned him not to fall into the mist formation by mistake, but he did not expect that the mist formation was so dangerous. Even the people from Qianhuanmen warned him not to fall into the mist formation by mistake.
No one dared to enter.
"Can't the master of Qianhuan Sect also save people?" Mr. Meng spoke again.
The disciple of Qianhuan Sect smiled and said sarcastically: "Even if the sect master is sure to come out of it, who do you think your friend is that can make our sect master take the risk himself to save him? It's a joke. If I were you, I wouldn't.
You're wasting your time here. After seeing your old friends, leave quickly. Our Qianhuan Sect does not welcome outsiders. As for your friends, they are destined to starve to death inside. Our Qianhuan Sect has been established for so many years, and the disciples who have mistakenly fallen into the trap are also
Quite a few, but only two or three people came out alive. Do you think your friends can survive?"
Qian Huan Sect disciples simply don’t believe that anyone can come out of the maze.
But just as he finished speaking, a figure appeared in his sight, it was Zhang Yifeng.
After thinking about it for a day and a night, Zhang Yifeng had an epiphany.