Wu Feng's goodbye soon spread in the valley, and for a while, the people in the valley speculated. And some arrogant teenagers who can't get used to him think that this kid is afraid that he will be embarrassed when the hundred schools of thought talk about the Tao, so he directly hid and didn't dare to see people.

Everyone knows about Wu Feng killing demon spiders and breaking into the Phantom Crystal Forest. But for those young people his age, some are still unconvinced. Most of these people are still young in the world and do not know the importance of the matter. All of them looked unconvinced, and they really responded to the clear saying that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

What a wild beast forest, what a Xuannu Palace. In the eyes of these young men, they were nothing. Even in their hearts, they thought about it. If Wu Feng was replaced by himself that day, he would definitely be better than what he did. After all, even a person who has just entered the martial arts can do it, so how can he fall behind him?

Mo Xiaofei walked in the valley, and from time to time he could hear all kinds of speculations and evaluations of Wu Feng by the clansmen. Those words were as piercing as a knife, and he really felt the urge to fight them.

That day, in Elder Bai's mansion, he was the last person to see Wu Feng, and he had been called by the valley lord to interrogate the details before. But Mo Xiaofei didn't give any useful information, and in desperation, the valley master Long Zhan had no choice but to give up.

In the past 14 years, although I have watched Wu Feng grow up. But the thoughts in this child's heart, Long Zhan has always been difficult to see. Seeing that the period of a hundred schools of thought was approaching, he suddenly said goodbye. What is hidden in it, Long Zhan has always been difficult to guess. No matter how worried I was, it was in vain.

"Mo Xiaofei. ”

Just when Mo Xiaofei was walking, he was worried about Wu Feng. Suddenly, a shout came from behind him. Mo Xiaofei was slightly startled, and couldn't help but stop his figure and look back. Suddenly, I saw a beautiful girl, but she walked as fast as a man's dress.

"Qu Ling, what are you doing?" Mo Xiaofei asked casually.

Coming to Mo Xiaofei, Qu Ling asked with a puzzled expression: "I heard that Wu Feng suddenly said goodbye without saying goodbye, and he hasn't come back yet." What the hell is going on?"

It has been a day since Wu Feng ran away and has never returned. Facing Qu Ling's question, Mo Xiaofei couldn't help but sigh, shook his head and said, "I don't know where Brother Feng went." I only know that in the past few days, his martial arts cultivation has stagnated. Before leaving, he seemed to have found a way to break through. As for what that method is, I don't know. ”

"What?" Qu Ling felt even more strange when he heard this. It is almost impossible for a person to improve his or her skills in a short period of time. is also like Wu Feng, who is an alternative.

However, there is a limit to everything, and since his cultivation has become stagnant during this period of time, it means that he has reached a limit. If you want to break this limit, you will be more difficult than climbing to the sky.

But everything is not absolute, if you really want to break through, there are still some ways. One of them is enchantment. Through extremely cruel and bloody cultivation of evil methods, he can quickly increase his skills. However, this method was strictly forbidden by various sects, and besides, there was no such evil method in the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, so it seemed that the method he had in mind was not this.

The second is to nourish one's own true element through the spiritual root of heaven and earth, which has the effect of instant ascension. But the spiritual roots and spiritual grasses in the world are hard to find, and now that the period of the hundred schools of thought is approaching, where will he go to find such heavenly and earthly treasures?

"A hundred schools of thought are coming, Wu Feng suddenly said goodbye at this time, he shouldn't have anything to do, right? I just hope he won't miss this opportunity, otherwise wouldn't it be 8 years of waiting..."Qu Ling also said very worriedly.

"No, it won't. Just when Qu Ling was worried, Mo Xiaofei's face changed, and an inexplicable belief made him extremely firm. "I believe Brother Feng, over the years, he has given so much for this day. He will not give up, and I believe that he will definitely come back as scheduled on the day of the Hundred Schools of Thought. ”

"Hehe, I think he might as well just hide and not come out, otherwise he will only bring humiliation on himself. ”

"What?"

While the two were talking, a nasty evil laugh came from not far away. The two looked at each other one after another, and suddenly saw a young man arrogant and walked over with a high face. The young man's eyes were long, and his thin lips were purple under his hooked nose. He carried his hands behind his back, swaying slowly, followed by two attendants.

"Yuan Ji, it turned out to be you, I thought it was a guy who didn't know the height of the sky and the earth was talking wildly here. "Qu Lingda has long been tired of this guy, although he is also recognized as the three most potential juniors in the valley. But this Yuan Ji's style is yin and yin, which makes people feel uncomfortable when they see it.

"Hehe!" Listening to Qu Ling's words, Yuan Ji laughed instead of anger. A sinister laugh came out at the top of the pitch, which was really piercing to hear. "Qu Ling, how do I remember that you seem to be very bad with that Wu Feng. Why are you talking to him now? Oh, I see. Could it be that he was saved by him, so his heart was overflowing, and he even forgot his hatred?"

As soon as these words came out, Qu Ling's face turned red. She was about to make a move, but she gritted her teeth and endured it.

The rules of the Forget Worry Valley prohibit private fights with the same door, and it is only six days before the period of the hundred schools of thought. When the time comes, it's not too late to settle accounts with him in the ring.

Snorting coldly, Qu Ling was silent. Yuan Ji glanced at the two of them contemptuously with fine eyes, and then walked away. When he left, he still didn't forget to mock loudly: "A little Wu Feng is also worthy of such a heart? Qu Ling, Qu Ling, I think you have no chance to win this time." A woman is a woman after all. Let me tell you the truth, this time I Yuan Ji is determined to win, whether it is you or that Ge Hong, you will not compete with me. I'm the real first day of the valley. ”

Looking at Yuan Ji's back as he gradually moved away, Mo Xiaofei couldn't help but spit in disgust, and scolded angrily: "What, do you really think you are amazing?"

Qu Ling secretly clenched a pair of jade hands into a ball and said, "Yuan Ji is the first young master of the White Tiger Sect, and he is the only son of the master of the White Tiger Sect. And the relationship between his mother and Wuwangcheng is extraordinary, and even the valley lord has to give three points to his mother. Since he was born, he has been spoiled, and it is inevitable that he will not take others seriously. But this time, I'm sure he'll show him what I'm capable of. ”

When he said this, Qu Ling couldn't help but slowly look up at the sky, and secretly thought in his heart: "Wu Feng, no matter where you go or what you do. I hope you don't let me down, and you must come back on the day of the Hundred Schools. You promised me, and I will not allow you to break your word. Otherwise, I won't let you go. ”

In the afternoon, Qu Ling practiced alone in the Vermilion Bird Mansion. During this time, in order to deal with the hundred schools of thought, she has been practicing swordsmanship in her master's house. I saw the short knife in her hand swaying like the wind, and the layers of knife shadows were like silver phoenix wings spreading and soaring, extremely fast. A set of phoenix dances was fought for nine days, but suddenly for some reason it stopped halfway.

"Ling'er, what's wrong?" Just as Qu Ling's knife momentum paused, as if absent-minded, Master Yu Shan walked over from the corner.

Looking at his teacher, Qu Ling was silent for a while. Realizing that his lover seemed to have something on his mind, Fu Yushan hurriedly said, "Ling'er, let me ask you, are you worried about Wu Feng?"

His own apprentice naturally knows better than anyone else. On that day, Wu Feng disregarded life and death, and forced himself into the Illusion Crystal Forest to invite Xue Ruxian to cure her. This girl has had a subtle psychological change in this former nemesis.

Fu Yushan saw it in her heart and didn't pay attention to it at first. But since Wu Feng suddenly disappeared for no reason, her beloved disciples would be like this every time she cultivated, and she had to be concerned for a while.

"It's not. Qu Ling stiffened his mouth, and in the face of his teacher's inquiry, he directly rejected the side of his head.

Fu Yushan shook her head helplessly, and said bitterly: "Ling'er, the period of a hundred schools of thought is approaching. Whatever is going on in your heart, you must converge as soon as possible. Although you have been cultivating for a year in the Nine Heavens of the Phoenix Dance. But until now, he has not been able to break through and practice the sixth form. For the teacher's words are all here, I hope you will do it yourself. ”

After speaking, Fu Yushan walked away slowly. Before leaving, he couldn't help but glance at Qu Ling more, and secretly let out a sigh.

After listening to the teacher's words, Qu Ling's hand holding the knife tightened slightly. I saw her take a deep breath and look at it with a knife. Be silent for a moment, your heart will be certain, and you will dance the knife trick again in an instant. The sound of knives sounded in his ears, and Fu Yushan, who had not gone far, couldn't help but smile from his face.

In the next few days, all the new generation of disciples in the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows who were preparing to participate in the Hundred Schools of Thought were all happy to practice selflessly. Whether it is Qu Ling or the extremely arrogant Yuan Ji, even Ge Hong, who has always been recognized as a genius on the first day in the valley, is also preparing carefully.

Time is lost bit by bit, one day, two days, three days.... Until the end of the sixth day. The next day, the sun rose in the east, and after the warm sunlight completely erased the endless darkness, the long-awaited moment finally came.

Hundreds of schools of thought are arguing, and the competition between the new generation of disciples in the Valley of Forgotten Worries. Since the day when the ancestors of the Valley of Forgetfulness opened the mountain, it has been passed down to the present. Over the years, the juniors in the valley have cultivated hard, and everyone wants to take the lead during this period. At that time, you can't help but be able to make a splash, and you can even get the supreme opportunity to promote cultivation.

The place of this competition is located at the Shenwu Platform outside the ancestral temple in the valley. The rules of the competition are very simple, and the new generation of children in the valley can compete on stage as long as they think they are strong. During this period, those who fight five games in a row without losing can breathe according to their own requirements, and then fight after their physical strength has recovered. In the long run, until the final strong person is decided, no one will come to the stage to challenge the person who will win the final victory.

The competition has officially started since the time of Chen, and the ancestral shrine has long been in full swing, and each has the coordinated management of the elders in the valley. The valley lord Long Zhan put it in the mansion with a worried face, only to see him standing with one hand and looking at the sky.

At this time, a subordinate trotted in and called: "Valley master!"

Long Zhan whispered and asked, "How is it, is there any news of him?"

When the subordinate heard this, he replied, "No." ”

Long Zhan's brows were tightly locked, his right fist was slightly tightened, and he was secretly worried in his heart: "Feng'er, it's been seven days. What the hell are you doing?"

Looking at the sky and sighing, Long Zhan fell silent. The sorrow seemed to plunge the mansion into gloom. As the lord of a valley, it is difficult to be absent in the face of the grand event in the valley. Seeing that the time was approaching, Long Zhan could only sigh and drive to the Ancestral Temple.

The hour is approaching, and the competition is about to begin. Mo Xiaofei, who was located near Shenwu Terrace, looked around worriedly, as if he was looking for something. At this moment, a few people walked from the crowd not far away. As soon as he approached Mo Xiaofei, he couldn't help but laugh mockingly: "Mo Xiaofei, are you in such a hurry to find someone else?"

Mo Xiaofei glanced at a few people, and ignored him: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

When a few people heard this, they couldn't help laughing and said, "I remember that Wu Feng is also going to participate? I think our Xiaofei brothers are looking for him." ”

"I heard that he ran away for no reason before, why Brother Xiaofei, hasn't he come back yet?"

"Haha, I think Wu Feng must be scared. Otherwise, why didn't you dare to come over like a shrunken turtle at the critical moment?"

"It's really mud that can't support the wall, since you don't have the ability, don't talk too much. I don't think you'd better look for it anymore, then Wu Feng won't dare to come. ”

When Mo Xiaofei heard this, he was displeased. If these people talk about themselves, he will not think so. But Wu Feng is his best brother, and when he heard it, he suddenly said angrily: "Hmph, whatever you say." Brother Feng, he will definitely come, I believe him, he will definitely come!"

A few people disagreed, and after some ridicule, they walked away. Before leaving, one of them still did not forget to sneer: "Okay, then we'll wait and see." Just wait!"

"You don't understand at all, you don't understand anything at all. It's been eight years, and Brother Feng has been waiting for eight years. He's not going to give up, he's going to come back, definitely. ”

There was a torrent in the Valley of Forgotten Worries, but at this moment, it was in a cold and bone-chilling snowstorm. I saw the reflection of the vast silver light in the snow, and a young man was galloping quickly in the snow.

The young man's white hair danced in the wind, and his naked upper body was not afraid of the bone-chilling current. A strong body of muscles with clear angles, but under the vicissitudes of life, there is endless tenacity and unyielding.

The boy galloped like a madman, his long white hair fluttering at an astonishing speed like the wind, leaving only countless footprints in the snow.

"Forget the Valley of Sorrows, I'm back. A hundred schools of thought, I.... It's coming!"