In fact, it is also to blame Yu Zefeng and a few people for their bad luck.

At the beginning of the Dragon Ball City auction, there happened to be an elder from the inner gate of Shanhemen present, a late cultivator of the Shendan, named Tang Cheng, who also happened to catch up with the task of the sect, not only understood the whole process of the auction, but even participated in the tracking behind.

Bai Qinghua, the second master of the Bai family, received a summons from the family, and originally wanted to rush back to Lianshan Town with his two nephews, but he was afraid of an accident, so he thought of asking two more helpers.

After thinking for a while, he gave up inviting people with strong backgrounds, and decided to select two people among the elders, but he found Tang Cheng.

When the latter learned of Bai Qinghua's intentions, he felt that his plan was inappropriate, you must know that a few people escaped under the search of several big forces. So he suggested that Bai Qinghua find more helpers, and it was best to report to the sect, so that there must be no accidents.

After reporting layer by layer, the sect made a special discussion on this matter, although there was no shortage of prefecture-level exercises in the sect, but the extreme pulse Dan Danfang deeply moved a group of high-level people.

Of course, the more talented the sect is to cultivate disciples, the better, if there is a Danfang, the strength of the sect will be increased several times. So he sent a core elder of the Divine Infant Realm to lead the team, gathering a hundred core disciples of the Divine Terrace Cultivation and thirty Divine Pill Rank masters.

The group rode the spirit beast and arrived at Lianshan Town in only ten days, and after learning everything that happened in the town, they ordered Li Yun and Tie Xinxiong to gather five hundred low-level monks and slaughter into the Blackwood Mountain Range.

Several people have been training all the way, fighting constantly, and there is no hidden trace, and it is easy to find traces.

And what Yu Zefeng saw was only a batch of people who went up the mountain to search, but even so, it was already very tricky.

Releasing a slight trace of breath, he immediately retracted, and then turned around and touched the mountain.

Searching for the monk's front, an old man in a golden robe had full soul power perception, carefully sensing all the movements around him.

This person is Tang Cheng, who cultivated in the later stage of the Divine Pill. Suddenly noticed that a hundred zhang away behind him, there was a spiritual power fluctuation that flashed away, and hurriedly calmed down and increased his soul power to explore this area, and immediately found Yu Zefeng who was moving slowly down the mountain.

"Where is the kid going?" burst into a loud shout, and took the lead in turning around and rushing out towards Yu Zefeng.

Yu Zefeng deliberately leaked a trace of breath, just to let the other party find out. As for why he is so deliberate, he is also afraid that the intention of diverting everyone is too obvious and not good. Just pretending to leak it unintentionally, sure enough, the pursuing monk didn't think much about it and chased after him.

Seeing that it had been exposed, he immediately cast the sword escape technique, and the spiritual power formed a sword shape outside his body, and he stepped on the ground hard to use the power of the shock to let his body take off, and then the body flipped and remained parallel to the hillside, and the 'boom' shot down the mountain.

The sword shadow broke through the air and let out a piercing whistling sound, which spread across half of the mountain, and the sound of skimming the air behind him also sounded one after another.

After only a dozen breaths, only six Shendan monks were still hanging behind the pursuit team of more than a hundred people, and the other monks were all thrown hundreds of zhang away.

Tang Cheng saw that the young man in front of him was so refuge, his eyes were extremely hot, this was at least the speed that only the ground-level body martial arts had.

There is only one method of escaping from the mountains and rivers, it is still in the early stage, and only the core level can be cultivated, and his method of escaping is the peak of the Xuan level.

Seeing that he couldn't catch up for a while, and confirmed that it was the main target, he no longer hesitated and took out a metal cylinder from his arms.

Spiritual power is injected into the mouth of the cylinder facing the sky, and a colorful pillar of light rushes into the sky for four or five hundred zhang and then explodes with a "boom", like a clear sky thunder, forming a colorful cloud floating is particularly eye-catching, even if it is dozens of miles away, it can be seen clearly, it is the unique communication tool of Shanhemen, the colorful auspicious cloud tube.

Hundreds of monks under the peak formed a circle around the foot of the mountain, and every thousand zhang or so, there was a monk sitting cross-legged, and at this moment, when he saw the colorful clouds in the sky, he got up one after another, and used his spiritual power to converge in the direction of the signal.

In just a few moments, dozens of people gathered at the foot of the mountain.

In particular, an old man in a red robe stood in front of the crowd, his breath was as deep as the sea, and he was not angry and arrogant. It was Chen Mingzhong, the core elder who took the lead this time, who was the mid-stage cultivation of the Divine Infant.

After that skyrocketing seven-colored signal, a yellow pillar of light shot into the sky from time to time on the mountain, but it was many times smaller in height and sound, but it was enough for the monks at the foot of the mountain to follow the guidance and change the blocking position.

After the tea time, Yu Zefeng also saw the crowd at the foot of the mountain, and there were figures flying from the top of the tree from time to time in the distance.

It is really difficult to fly in such a net, and the most chilling thing is the particularly eye-catching red-robed old man in front of the crowd.

After another few dozen breaths, he was only three hundred feet away from the foot of the mountain, and both sides could clearly see each other.

Although Yu Zefeng's face was heavy, his heart was as solid as a rock and he was unmoved.

The thoughts in his mind fluctuated to find a way to break the situation, and with the continuous transmission of information by several people behind him, changing the direction obviously had no effect, only to break through the blockade in one go.

The only fortunate thing is that the next few Shendan monks were also left two hundred zhang away by him. Then he has about three breathing time, and once he can't break through the barrier of the crowd in front of him within this time, then what awaits him is to be flanked back and forth, so he will really be powerless.

The idea is certain, and the eyes are slightly squinted, and the gaze is sharper.

As the distance approached, the flying body was wrapped in a spiritual flying sword from the bottom up, and the golden light was like a god of war, and it was the 'sword feather style' that was cast.

Then a golden shield of light floated a foot in front of him, the shield was only the size of a basin made of real gold and iron, tough and thick, followed by a small sword wheel composed of twenty-four spiritual flying swords, and the sword wheel spun rapidly. Twelve flying swords then circled around his body, while his left hand clenched into a fist and his right hand formed a palm.

When these measures are ready, the distance between the two sides is less than a hundred feet, and this distance is only two breaths for the realm monk.

It's a matter of success or failure.

Yu Zefeng increased the output of spiritual power, and the figure of Fei Fei was a few points faster, and the soul power controlled the sword and shield in front of him to absorb the spiritual power in the space, and the round shield and flying sword quickly became larger.

Chen Mingzhong looked at all the changes in the young man's eyes indifferently, although he was also surprised in his heart that he had a lot of methods, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.

He is a mid-stage cultivator of the Divine Infant, and there are dozens of Spiritual Transformation Monks, eleven Shentai Monks, and three Divine Pill Monks behind him.

With a cold snort, he raised his hand and a palm print shot out of the air.

As the palm print flew forward, the fierce energy drew a foot-deep ravine on the ground, and the sand and stones and fallen leaves splashed in all directions.

"Bang"

The palm shield collided, and the spiritual shield was smashed after only a slight resistance, and the sword wheel spun at a rapid speed and followed closely behind, bringing a "woo" sound of energy, but the sword wheel, which looked extremely sharp, could not support more than a blink of an eye.

Yu Zefeng's pupils shrank when he saw this, and Zhang ** drank: "Gather."

The twelve spiritual power flying swords instantly formed a palm-length flying sword, and at the moment of synthesis, the left fist slammed into the tail of the sword.

"Huh"

The penetrating power of the sword itself, coupled with the power of the impact of a punch, combined into one, shot out with lightning and stabbed straight into the flying palm print.

The palm print was slightly stunned, and a fist-sized hole was pierced by the spiritual power sword, and Yu Zefeng's right hand struck the hole pierced by the spiritual power flying sword.

With a "click", the palm print finally shattered.

It was all done in less than a breath.

Yu Zefeng's body was slightly stunned due to the shock, and he accelerated forward again.