The Xuanyuan clan tribe in the Hidden Dragon Valley values the most is the martial arts holy land in the back mountain, once the warriors or hunters in the tribe have reached the realm of the Nine Golden Pills of Blood Condensation, they can go to the martial arts holy land to learn more advanced martial arts from the ancestors and masters of the patriarch.

If you don't reach the Jindan realm, even if you are a member of your own tribe, you will still not be welcomed.

Lin Feng strode into the martial arts holy land with Chanjuan, and immediately two young warriors wearing Taoist robes stepped forward to block the way, and the man on the left said: "Chanjuan, although you are the daughter of the current patriarch of the tribe, you are not allowed to trespass on the martial arts holy land whenever you reach the Jindan realm." ”

Then he turned his head to look at Lin Feng again, looked at it and said, "Your strength has actually reached the realm of transformation, why haven't I heard of such a powerful genius in the tribe during this time?" ”

Lin Feng shook his head with a light smile and said, "I plan to take Miss Chanjuan to enter the Martial Arts Holy Land to visit my old friends this time, even if I come with more guards, I can't stop me." ”

Chanjuan hurriedly said: "Brother Feng, don't be bold, even if your strength is powerful, you can't do anything wrong in the martial arts holy land, otherwise the real master here will be angry, and this matter will not be good." ”

Lin Feng's eyes met and he smiled gently: "Miss Chanjuan, why are you worried about doing so much? I just said that they couldn't stop me, but I didn't say that I had to do it! Let's go in." ”

Without waiting for Chanjuan to advise again, Lin Feng took Chanjuan and continued to walk out of the martial arts holy land.

"Hmph, what an arrogant boy, even if he reaches the realm of transformation, can't anyone here be able to stop him?" the two guards were furious, knowing that they were not opponents. He informed a few monks of the Transformation Realm with the sound transmission jade talisman, and they soon arrived from the direction of the martial arts training ground.

Everyone glanced at each other, and they all felt that Lin Feng was a little familiar, as if they had seen it somewhere, but they couldn't remember who it was for a while. They couldn't tolerate someone breaking into the martial arts holy land of their tribe despite the advice, so they drew their swords one after another. Eighty percent of the gang qi besieged him, intending to defeat Lin Feng with one blow, so that he could understand that he could do whatever he wanted without reaching the realm of transformation.

Lin Feng didn't make a move to resist at all, he had said before that he could break in without having to make a move, just to protect Chanjuan from being injured by the sword qi sword.

The five early and mid-stage cultivators of the Transformation Realm were approaching, and when their fierce attacks hit Lin Feng's body, they were blasted away by an even thicker aura and turned into a flood of brilliance. Wait for them to rush up. The blade glowed with a brilliant curtain of light. Lin Feng took Chanjuan to perform the Luo Shen Wind Trick and moved forward quickly, and the five monks were caught off guard and were knocked into the distance, until they crashed into the mountain peak, embedded in the stone wall, and spat blood.

"This person is too powerful, even compared to the elders in our Martial Dao Holy Land. One of the monks sighed, and they looked at each other. I didn't dare to chase after it anymore.

Lin Feng and Chanjuan came to the martial arts training ground, and most of the monks were focused on their own cultivation. They have only one goal here, and that is to go further on the advanced level of martial arts, and they can be said to have no distractions. The changes outside seemed to have nothing to do with them, Lin Feng saw this scene and said in his heart: "Although their attitude of focusing on martial arts is commendable, it is not advisable. If you don't go out to practice and fight, but just practice here alone, won't it become a closed door?"

A small number of the monks noticed them, and they talked a lot, and after a while. Someone finally recognized Lin Feng, walked over and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Lin Shaoxia, are you here to instruct us in martial arts this time?"

"No, I have something important to visit the elders of the Martial Dao Holy Land, and it's not too late to discuss the martial arts with you in the future. Lin Feng smiled.

Then he took Chanjuan, with a smart and swift body, and walked quickly on the steep mountain road, where the potential disciples were all gathered in the farther peaks, and after a while, Lin Feng found there.

The peaks are connected by rusty chain bridges, with only a few lone chains, and even the planks have long since rotted and fallen into the abyss.

Lin Feng led Chanjuan, her steps were ethereal and light, and she arrived at the opposite side of the chain bridge. Looking back, but seeing the clouds and mist under the bridge, she couldn't see how deep the abyss was, Chanjuan was very curious and picked up a stone and threw it into the abyss.

The strength of the monks here is above the late stage of the Jindan realm, and each of them has a martial arts talent far beyond that of their peers. There were more people among them who remembered Lin Feng, because the scene of the twenty-five monks joining forces to challenge was deeply imprinted in their minds.

"Master, why are you here?" said a phantasm archer.

Lin Feng remembered that this person was one of the twenty-five monks he had brought out of the Hidden Dragon Valley at the beginning, and nodded, "I'm here to visit the elders, you can take me there." ”

"Okay, please come with me. Phantom Archer said.

Of the twenty-five monks, each of the five of them cultivated a kind of inheritance martial arts, namely: Phantom Archer, Xuanyuan Warrior, Phantom Assassin, Xuanyuan Mage, and Lark Elixir. They were quite grateful to Lin Feng for the great array he had taught at the beginning, and if they hadn't seen Lin Feng in such a hurry, they would have come over to thank him.

This phantom archer was named Xu Huang, and he led the way in front of him, came to the edge of a cliff, knelt on one knee, and said loudly: "Thirteen Elders of Qiqi, Lin Feng has come to visit, and I am willing to ask you to meet." ”

The wind whimpered on the edge of the cliff, the clouds and mist were undulating, and it was impossible to see where people could live, Lin Feng speculated that the elder should live in the cliff cave of the cliff, but it was inconvenient to go over and see, otherwise it would not be calm enough.

Suddenly, a gray-robed old man flew out of the clouds and mist under the cliff and landed in front of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng stared at it, wasn't this person the Thirteenth Elder he saw last year? He was still wearing a shabby gray robe, his eyebrows and hair were very long, and his face was thin and full of antiquity.

"Senior Lin Feng, meet the Thirteenth Elder. Lin Feng smiled.

The gray-robed elder smiled kindly: "There is no need to be polite, since you have received the inheritance of the Ancient Xuanyuan Emperor in the secret realm of the Holy Altar, your status is naturally much higher than that of me, an elder, why do you still salute me?"

Lin Feng frowned and said, "Thirteenth Elder, how did you know about this?"

"The Altar Secret Realm and the Martial Dao Holy Land are the two major lands of the descendants of our Xuanyuan clan, how can we, the elders, know nothing about the situation in the Altar Secret Realm? The gray-robed elder said.

Lin Feng said: "At the beginning, it was indeed a life of nine deaths in the secret realm of the Holy Altar, especially in the sword shrine at the last level, I was almost pierced by ten thousand swords, but fortunately, I understood it at the last moment." ”

After greeting for a while, they sat down cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, the gray-robed elder knew that Lin Feng must have something important to come this time, so he asked him to tell him in detail about his intentions, Lin Feng told the recent situation of the five main cities of Xuanyuan, and the Banglong clan provoked a battle, and now the other three main cities refused to help, and Aoki City had been lost, so Lin Feng came here to ask the master to help in the battle.

The gray-robed elder quietly listened to Lin Feng explain the reason, and was silent for a while before sighing, "Do you have to let my disciples go through danger? As far as I know, the Bang Long Clan is not easy to deal with, and they have a long history. Otherwise, you can stay in the Hidden Dragon Valley and live a peaceful life, and save yourself a lot of troubles. ”

Lin Feng said: "Why are the elders so passive? The Banglong Clan is not invincible, I will kill many of their masters, as long as you send some more people to help in the battle, it will be like a tiger with wings." Besides, how can you monks in the Holy Land of Martial Arts become real masters without the baptism of actual combat?"

The gray-robed elder said with some anger: "You have obtained the inheritance of Emperor Xuanyuan, of course, you are proud enough, but you have not reached your peak state now, don't act arbitrarily regardless of the consequences, young people have to take a long-term view." ”

"So, Elder, you don't want to send a master to help you fight?" Lin Feng frowned and asked, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, even in the face of the gray-robed elder, he would not be afraid.

"Let's have a battle in the fog under the cliff, and if you win against Elder Ben, I will agree to your terms. The gray-robed elder sneered.

How could Lin Feng be afraid of the competition, it was an opportunity that he couldn't ask for, he knew that the gray-robed elder had a half-step supernatural cultivation, but he had experienced a hundred battles and was very confident.

The gray-robed elder immediately flew and jumped into the mist under the cliff, Lin Feng followed, slashed the dragon sword in his hand, and said loudly: "Then Lin will be offended." ”

Lin Feng held the dragon slashing sword in both hands and spun and stabbed out, it was the style of "Dragon Soaring Sky", and the back hand changed a lot of moves, and it quickly differentiated into dozens of clear blue sword rays in the void, all of which were hundreds of zhang long.

The gray-robed elder did not use weapons, but only waved his palms, prompting a crimson palm print, and the suspension spread was on par with the sword qi. No matter how sharp Lin Feng's sword qi was and how quick he changed his moves, the gray-robed elder could always resist the sword qi with a rigorous palm technique.

Lin Feng's heart sank: "My indomitable dragon slaying fast sword is rarely an opponent, but today I was resisted by the gray-robed elder. His strength is really strong, and it may also be his palm technique, just enough to restrain the fast sword, why don't I use other tricks!"

When he fights against a real master, in addition to the dragon sword, it is "the rock elephant crashes into the sky!"

Before he could think about it, the thick qi condensed into a mountain-like ancient mammoth phantom in the void, and when this huge phantom fiercely rushed towards the gray-robed elder, Lin Feng used two "Heaven Splitting Fingers" in a row.

Suddenly, behind the mammoth phantom, there were two thousand zhang long clear blue fingers, and the gray-robed elder was greatly surprised, and said, "Is this still a trick that a monk in the Transfiguration Realm can use?"

He hurriedly sent out a huge palm print with all his strength, slightly alleviating the collision of the ancient mammoth phantom, he was apprehensive in his heart, he didn't dare to take these two heaven-splitting fingers, and hurriedly escaped into the thick mist. (To be continued......)