Feng Wuchen and his group walked down the stairs of the main hall, and the onlookers retreated one after another, as if they were welcoming the formation of the big boss of the Black Society.

Zhang Junlan's transcendent status is enough for them to be out of reach, not to mention that Zhang Junlan still has to follow Feng Wuchen now, you can imagine how terrifying Feng Wuchen is.

Even though many of the genius students of the Holy Soul Academy were Tianjiao from the major regional forces, their status was far inferior to Zhang Junlan.

The students of the Holy Soul Academy, even if they are all top geniuses, no one dares to provoke Feng Wuchen.

The person whom Gong Lao personally greeted was definitely not something they could afford to offend.

The transcendent status is the envy of gifted students.

"I really don't like that kid, what is arrogant? I really think I'm amazing, and I don't rely on the power behind me?"

"I don't see that he is arrogant, I don't think he has any arrogance, I do see that you are jealous. A woman said indifferently.

The other man said with a somewhat solemn face: "The alchemist's soul power just now was very strange, and it disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared, but it felt like it had appeared again, very strange!"

"Oh, alchemist's soul power, how many products?" the other four looked at the man in surprise.

The man shook his head and said, "I don't know, it's too fast, it's very abrupt, but the aura is definitely not Elder's, nor is it Zhang Junlan's, it should be his." ”

"He's an alchemist?" several genius students looked shocked.

"It shouldn't be wrong, but it's hard to say, I can't see the slightest fluctuation of soul power in his body now, he hides it too deeply. The man said solemnly.

"This shows that his strength is very strong! his existence is only afraid of being the same as the young hall master of the God King Divine Temple. At this time, at the top of the tower, a man's voice came.

"The Young Hall Master of the God King Divine Temple, is he really that strong? He is younger than all of us. The five students were immediately shocked and looked at the wind and dust below in shock.

"Whether it's strong or not, you can find out if you try it. The tower heard again.

The jealous genius student's face suddenly became fierce, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph! As long as you have the opportunity, try it, I really don't believe that with my Heavenly Extreme Realm fivefold cultivation, I can't match him!"

"This person's cultivation should be similar to Zhang Junlan and them, no matter how strong they are, they shouldn't be much stronger. Another speculated.

Their judgment of Feng Wuchen's cultivation was completely based on the overall strength of Zhang Junlan and his group, because their strength was not equal.

Feng Wuchen and his group are undoubtedly the most dazzling existence of the entire student at this moment.

"He is my hero! In the future, I will marry someone like him. ”

"Young Master Zhang is so handsome, I like Young Master Zhang!"

The genius students are all extremely envious, and the beautiful female students, with beautiful eyes, are full of admiration, and they can't wait to rush into the arms of Feng Wuchen and Zhang Junlan.

"Nymphomania!" saw the admiring appearance of the female students, which made many male students angry, but they could only hold it in their hearts.

The quiet Holy Soul Academy, until the wind and dust were gone, it was like an explosion of the pot, and the students were boiling.

......

Leaving the Holy Soul Academy, Feng Wuchen and his group rushed to the Abyss of Sumeru non-stop.

After a day, the news of the destruction of the Bloody Mercenary Group has already spread to all the large and small forces around the Abyss of Sumeru.

The palace of the Bloody Mercenary Group was razed to the ground, and the shocking picture made countless cultivators feel even more frightened.

Even if they didn't know how Jiang Lengyue and Qiu Yuanshan died, everyone guessed that Feng Wuchen did it.

When Feng Wuchen stepped into the Abyss of Sumeru again, at the entrance, the eyes of many cultivators and mercenaries were full of awe and jealousy.

They all saw with their own eyes that Feng Wuchen defeated the Yang family elder, and such terrifying strength was definitely not something they dared to offend.

Entering the abyss of Sumeru, Feng Wuchen and his group came to the place where the original battle was fought.

Young Master Yang and they are cultivating at the moment, and there are many young people, noticing the appearance of Feng Wuchen, the crowd suddenly became frightened, and the timid immediately got up and left.

"Brother Yang, is it...... It's them. One of the students was horrified, his body trembling uncontrollably, and his face turned pale instantly.

"They're not going to come back to settle accounts with us, are they?" said another student, so frightened that she almost cried.

"Gollum ......"

Young Master Yang swallowed a mouthful of saliva in horror, and when he saw Feng Wuchen, he was also extremely frightened, for fear that Feng Wuchen would settle accounts with him.

However, they are overthinking.

Feng Wuchen ignored it and said to Liu Qingyang and the others: "Just find a place to cultivate." ”

"Brother Feng, don't you go to find the power of time?" asked Liu Qingyang.

"Don't worry, everyone is tired these days, have a good rest, and Qingqing has just broken through the Heavenly Extreme Realm, and it takes time to consolidate the realm, I will also take a look at the treasure sent by the head of the road first. The wind was dusty, and the voice flashed to the top of a mountain.

Seeing that they had no malicious intentions, Young Master Yang and they were relieved.

After the previous war, as well as the destruction of the bloody mercenary group, Young Master Yang was already frightened, and he didn't dare to provoke Feng Wuchen at all, in front of Feng Wuchen, he didn't dare to fart now.

On the top of the mountain, Feng Wuchen took out the torn fabric, and at the same time took out the primeval ring teeth from the storage ring, carefully comparing the two with the runes.

The runes marked by the two are exactly the same.

Putting the swire rings into the storage ring, Feng Wuchen began to carefully inspect the torn fabric.

A trace of world-destroying power urged out, injected into the broken cloth, and Feng Wuchen muttered: "It is indeed an ancient thing, and the fabric still has a trace of the ancient breath." ”

On the tattered fabric, in addition to the mysterious runes, there are also some symbols and lines that Feng Wuchen can't understand.

"I don't know what this piece of cloth is for, and it doesn't mark the location of the power of time. Feng Wuchen frowned and muttered, a little disappointed.

The torn fabric, except for a mark that is exactly the same as the teeth of the primeval ring, the wind and dust do not see the slightest peculiarity.

"Maybe there really is another part of the cloth, this should be a map, this one alone is useless. Feng Wuchen secretly guessed.

Ben thought that with this tattered fabric, it might be easier to find the power of time, but it seems that they thought too much about it.

The rest of the fabric, no one knows where, and the possibility of finding it is almost zero.

"The power of time is not as easy to find as expected. Feng Wuchen shook his head helplessly, and then put these distracting thoughts behind him and began to cultivate.

Without any discovery, the wind is dustless and too lazy to waste time, and without the rest of the fabric, it is useless at all.

(End of chapter)