Leaving the old temple, Lin Feng crushed a sound transmission crystal while swiftly moving. The crystal shard emitted a faint white light, Lin Feng said: "Little Yan, bring your junior apprentice brother to Green Sun Mountain in the west of the city and meet up with master."
Xiao Yan's voice very quickly came out of the white light, the youth's voice was gasping for breath as he quickly replied: "Don't worry, we'll be there very soon." After one sentence the white light gradually dimmed, the crystal shard also lost its luster, becoming the same as normal gravel.
Lin Feng shook his head, this sound transmission crystal is indeed convenient, it's just a pity it's a one-time use item and it's extremely expensive.
Xiao Yan's hurried voice made him a bit uneasy, that panting appearance was as if he just fought a great battle with someone.
Lin Feng's brows slightly furrowed: "These two monkeys, please don't let anything happen to them."
After being together for a long time, the relationship between the master and disciples became more and more intimate. Even though he clearly knows that these two disciples of the fated Son of Heaven won't easily lose out, but Lin Feng still worries for these two kids that haven't grown up yet.
Lightly shaking his head Lin Feng expelled the distracting thoughts from his mind, using the Cloud Dragon Escape escape technique to arrive at the place Fatty Zhu has to pass by in order to escape and set up the formation of the Nine Heaven Thunder Summoning.
Just as he finished setting it up, Fatty Zhu already appeared in his line of sight, running until he was out of breath.
Ever since knowing that the newcomers are people from the Society of the Strong Gale, Fatty Zhu completely gave up on the idea of using his background.
The person these Snowgale remnant citizens hate the most is probably the Marquis of Xuanji. They can't do anything to the Marquis of Xuanji, but against a lackey of the House of the Marquis like Fatty Zhu they definitely won't be lenient.
The higher Fatty Zhu's position in the House of the Marquis and the closer his relationship with the Marquis of Xuanji, the more ruthless the other side will be when they attack.
"Dad, mom, why did you only give me two legs?" Fatty Zhu complained in his heart. Even though he has qi disciple level 8 cultivation, the two people chasing him are both qi disciple level 9. Even though he already used up all of his strength, in the end he was still caught up by the other side.
Just when Fatty Zhu was feeling despair, nine spots of bluish purple light suddenly lit up around him.
"Zzzzzzzzz!" There was an ear-piercing sound of electricity in the air, and the bluish-purple electric arcs flickered with dazzling brilliance in the night.
The expressions of the two cultivators of the Society of the Strong Gale changed greatly at the same time, the experience of countless battles told them that a great disaster was about to befall them.
But before they could react, the nine bolts of lightning had already bombarded their bodies. In the next moment, roaring thunder descended from the sky like a divine punishment from the end of the world.
Two cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Disciple were killed on the spot by the lightning!
Fatty Zhu stared blankly at the pile of black ashes in front of him as his legs trembled. If the lightning had struck him, he would be the one turning into charcoal.
Although he had escaped danger, Fatty Zhu couldn't relax at all.
Lin Feng slowly walked out of the forest. He was wearing a white robe with wide sleeves and a feathered robe with a star crown. He looked like an immortal.
Looking at the ashes on the ground after the Nine Heaven Thunder Summoning strike, Lin Feng secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He had calculated the position where Fatty Zhu had been caught. Thankfully, the deviation wasn't too great.
Apart from needing time to set up and being too slow to cast, he was still very satisfied with the power of the Nine Heaven Thunder Summoning, directly insta-killing two cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Disciple.
If he didn't use the Nine Heaven Thunder Summoning, it wouldn't have been so easy to take care of these two cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Disciple.
The cultivation of these two people was much higher than that Yu family cultivator back then, but unfortunately, Lin Feng's cultivation was also far from being the same as before. Rising with the tide, the power of the Nine Heaven Thunder Summoning also increased by more than one level.
After clearly seeing Lin Feng's appearance, Fatty Zhu composed himself and coughed dryly: "Thank you Daoist priest for lending a hand. Everyone has the right to punish these remnants of the Snow Gale. Any citizen of the Great Zhou that encounters them naturally has the duty to …"
Before he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning brushed past Fatty Zhu's ear, splitting the large tree behind him in half from the middle.
Lin Feng didn't even look at him, his gaze looking towards the temple Zhu Yi is at in the distance, calmly saying: "Don't be noisy next to my ear. Leave the things behind and hurry up and scram."
Fatty Zhu swallowed his saliva: "Daoist priest's contribution today, I will definitely report it to the Marquis …"
Lin Feng's gaze finally looked towards him, not carrying the slightest trace of emotion as he calmly said: "If I have time in the future, I will naturally pay a visit to Zhu Hongwu. As for you …"
"I never say the same thing twice," Ye Zichen said coldly.
All the hairs on Fatty Zhu's body stood up, what did this young Daoist priest call the Marquis of Xuanji?
Directly calling him by his name, Zhu Hongwu.
No matter what this young Daoist's cultivation is, no matter if he still dares to be this arrogant when he sees the Marquis of Xuanji himself, Fatty Zhu is certain that at least the name of the Marquis of Xuanji cannot scare this young Daoist.
Fatty Zhu secretly cursed his bad luck. In the past with the name of the Marquis he could do whatever he wanted in the vast Tianjing City, but he didn't expect that today he would consecutively run into two groups of people who didn't put the name of the Marquis in their eyes.
Touching the golden paper with the Ksitigarbha Sutra imprinted on it, Fatty Zhu was extremely reluctant to part with it. Of course he knows that Lin Feng wants this thing, but he still couldn't help but play dumb: "Thing? What thing, I don't know … "
Lin Feng's gaze gradually became cold, looking at Fatty Zhu's body becoming colder and colder. He hurriedly said: "Don't rush Daoist priest, the thing is here, it's here."
Very reluctant to part with the golden paper, Fatty Zhu carefully placed the golden paper on the ground, saying with a mocking smile: "Daoist priest, can I leave now?"
Lin Feng casually made a grabbing motion and under the guidance of his Fa Li, he grabbed the golden paper and left without even turning his head back.
Fatty Zhu felt that the Fa Li with which Lin Feng grabbed the golden paper did not seem to be outstanding. He hesitated slightly in his heart and carefully observed again, but discovered that he could not see through the depth of Lin Feng's level at all. He couldn't help but not dare to act rashly, obediently standing where he was and watching Lin Feng leave.
Seeing Lin Feng disappear from his field of vision Fatty Zhu let out a long breath, hurriedly fleeing towards Tianjing City: "Something big has happened this time, hurriedly going back and reporting to Madam is the right thing to do."
The Ksitigarbha Sutra that was already in his hands is gone again, Fatty Zhu was extremely pained: "Dammit, don't land in my hands or else I'll definitely let you know how powerful I am."
Lin Feng did not leave, hiding in the forest and watching Fatty Zhu flee towards Tianjing City.
He needs someone to return to the House of the Marquis of Xuanji to report. No matter how unfavoured Zhu Yi is he is still the son of the Marquis of Xuanji. Being kidnapped by someone and even involving the remnant citizens of Snowgale country, no matter if it's the Marquis of Xuanji or Madam Shao, they will both definitely ask about it.
Only with the pursuers of the House of the Marquis of Xuanji can they restrain the people of the Society of the Strong Gale and only then can Lin Feng benefit from it.
Lin Feng sensed for a bit, the crystal he left for Zhu Yi shouldn't have been exposed yet, it is currently clearly pointing out Zhu Yi's location to him. The people of the Society of the Strong Gale have already brought Zhu Yi away from the old temple, moving towards the mountains in the east.
Lin Feng followed far behind them. After who knows how long, Lin Feng sensed the mark he left on Xiao Yan and Xiao Budian, hurriedly running towards the mark to find them.
The moment they met, Lin Feng's brows instantly furrowed.
Xiao Budian is still okay, Xiao Yan's black clothes are torn in several places and his aura is also unstable, clearly he just had a fierce battle with someone.
Lin Feng supported his shoulder: "Who did it?"
Xiao Yan smiled: "Don't worry master, I didn't suffer any big losses." He paused for a bit and then continued: "It was originally just a small matter, me and my junior brother were strolling around Tianjing City's market square and saw a few lechers bullying women, so we stepped in to take care of them."
"After teaching those lechers a lesson, we were originally preparing to leave, but we were suddenly stopped by a middle-aged man with short hair, insisting on asking me where I learned the Art of Acala from. This guy is very overbearing, he wants to capture me."
"His level of cultivation is very high, I'm afraid he's a foundation establishment stage cultivator. If we didn't provoke the patrolling troops, it would be very hard for us to escape." Speaking up to here, Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows in confusion: "It's just that the dao technique that person uses is actually also the Art of Acala."
Xiao Budian suddenly said from the side: "That person's hair is short, I saw that there are a few ring scars on the top of his head."
Lin Feng didn't say anything, he already understood in his heart that even though that person has hair, he's most likely a monk from the Great Thunder Temple back in the day.
Who would have thought that Xiao Yan's Art of Acala didn't attract the attention of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but instead attracted buddhist disciples.
"Right now I'm going to chase after your new junior brother, he's been kidnapped." Lin Feng nodded his head, looking at Xiao Yan he said: "But we can't just let it go like this, remember that person's appearance, in the future we'll definitely get back at him."
Xiao Yan nodded his head, and Xiao Budian smiled and said: "I'm going to have another senior brother?"
Lin Feng smiled and patted his little head: "You reap what you sow."
… …
In the forest east of Qingyang Mountain, the people of the Society of the Strong Gale were rapidly advancing with Zhu Yi.
The leading black-clothed man touched the scar on his face, frowning and saying: "Hui Ku still hasn't come to meet up?"
The person beside him answered: "Not yet, let's not wait for him, he's always so unruly, so what if he's from the Great Thunder Temple?"
Before the black-clothed man could say anything, a bell-like voice sounded out in the forest: "Nothing much, he's just stronger than all of you."
Saying this, a short-haired man wearing grey clothes walked out of the dense forest. The man's face was gloomy, the short hair on his head couldn't hide the six conspicuous ring scars on his scalp.
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