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  Lin Feng followed closely behind the crowd, walking while taking advantage of his two apprentices' inattention to pull out an old book from his pocket, tear out a page and throw it on the ground, leaving a mark for the pursuers from the Xuanji Marquis's manor to follow.

  "Master, why are we sneaking around and following from behind?" Xiao Yan asked in confusion: "Can't you just go up and rescue them directly?"

  Lin Feng said calmly: "Their every move is under the eyes of the master, and now they are not in a hurry to take action. It's because the master wants to observe and see what kind of mind and will this new junior brother has."

  "Let's see how he performs in such an unfavorable situation."

  Lin Feng smiled and glanced at Xiao Yan: "It was you, I have carefully observed you as a teacher, if it wasn't for your persistence in adversity, I wouldn't have accepted you as my apprentice."

  Xiao Yan also smiled and nodded in agreement, saying no more.

  Suddenly thought of something, Lin Feng asked: "Xiao Yanzi, the monk you met, can he cultivate the Unmoving Ming Wang's anger?"

  Lin Feng's Unmoving Brilliant King Scripture only has the upper half, although it can be cultivated according to the law, but there is a limit to it, and cultivating it will not produce the ultimate divine ability of the Unmoving Brilliant King's Fury.

  Xiao Yan thought that Lin Feng was going to teach him the Taoist techniques step by step, so he didn't have any doubts. Now hearing Lin Feng's question, he replied: "I'm not sure, we alerted the city patrol soldiers and surrounded that monk, later he forced out a terrifying cyan flame and killed his way out of the encirclement."

  "Ordinary fire system Dao Fa cultivates true fire, which is orange-yellow in color. According to the records of the Unmoving Bright King's Dao Fa, the Unmoving Bright King's angry fire should be milky white." Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow in doubt: "But the monk's flames were green, yet the Dao Fa he cultivated was undoubtedly the Unmoving Bright King's Dao Fa."

  Lin Feng thought for a moment before coming to the conclusion: "The monk's practice of the Unmoving Bright King's mantra is incomplete, and it should be missing the most important opening outline."

  The Taoist scriptures are naturally more profound as they go on, but the beginning of the Bright and Clear Scripture has several outline sections that summarize the main points. Although it seems simple, it is actually the foundation of the entire Taoist scripture.

  If these few sections of the outline are missing, even if the subsequent Dao Fa is complete, it will be easy to go in the wrong direction when practicing, and even if you have practiced the entire Wu Dong Ming Wang Jue, it will be like a pavilion in the air with no foundation, shaky and on the verge of collapse.

  Although Lin Feng didn't have the latter half of the Ming Wang Quan, the first half was complete and flawless, not a single word different. Xiao Yan's practice was also meticulous and flawless.

  That monk spent his whole life studying the Immobility Seal of Ming Wang, so he naturally saw at a glance that Xiao Yan's Immobility Seal of Ming Wang contained the Zong Gang Jing text, which is why he was eager to capture Xiao Yan.

  Xiao Yan listened and smiled, asking: "Master, the Unmoving Bright King's Fist I'm practicing is also incomplete. When will you pass on the second half to me?"

  Lin Feng smiled and said: "Greed will lead to indigestion, master what you have first before asking for more."

  After sending Xiao Yan away, Lin Feng sneered in his heart: "Move my apprentice, snatch my kung fu? Bald thief, let's see who snatches from whom."

  This gang of people from the Storm Assembly had apparently been lurking in the heart of the Great Zhou for a long time, not only familiar with the surrounding terrain, but also burying many hidden stakes, having a complete retreat route and plan.

  But Lin Feng didn't stop guiding them, and their tracks were exposed one by one. In less than three days, the Hou Mansion's pursuit troops had already caught up with them.

  Although the location has not been locked down, the pursuers have surrounded them from all directions, trapping Lie Feng and his party in a mountain range, constantly shrinking the encirclement.

  Lin Feng brought two apprentices and became more cautious, hiding his tracks to avoid being affected by the fish in the pond.

  In the mountains and forests, a team of horses galloped quickly, led by an old man with a bald head, eagle nose, and deep eye sockets, looking like a vulture.

  The bald old man suddenly stopped in his tracks, and the people behind him also came to a halt. The old man's icy gaze swept around in a circle, but he didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.

  Someone behind him asked in a low voice: "Lao Zhen, is there something wrong?"

  The old vulture's eyes flickered, and he remained silent. Suddenly, a white bone flew out of his sleeve.

  That seems to be a thigh bone of some animal, pure white as jade, crystal clear, one end of the bone rod is extremely thick and looks like a mallet.

  The bone rod flew into the air, facing the wind to see its length, originally only one foot long, finally becoming tens of meters long and short, as thick as a bucket, a strong aura burst out from the bone rod, shocking all living things in the forest to feel like they were on the verge of death.

  The old vulture waved his hand, and the bone stick flew up, bringing a whistling sound like wind and thunder, hitting a small hill in the distance.

  A loud rumble, the huge mountain peak was directly crushed by the giant bone stick, countless rocks rolled down the mountain with a loud rumble, and dust flew everywhere to cover the sky.

  The bone stick flew back onto the old man's head and transformed back into a length of about one foot, which was then tucked into the old man's sleeve.

  Seeing everyone looking at him, Old Man Ji hummed and said: "I always feel like someone was spying on us just now, I guess it's just my old self being paranoid. Let's go."

  A group of people set out again and disappeared into the dense forest.

  On the mountain next to the shattered peak, Lin Feng and his disciples held their breath, watching as the bald old man and his group left. Xiao Yan let out a sigh of relief: "That old ghost is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, right?"

  Lin Feng nodded, he wasn't worried about being discovered himself, the key was Xiao Yan and Xiaobei, who could easily expose their whereabouts.

  "But even if it's exposed, it doesn't matter." Lin Feng smiled slightly.

  The bald old man didn't know that they had already approached the person who would meet Liefeng. The old man's sudden movement would definitely startle the other party.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, a moment later, a fierce surge of magical power came from the valley in front.

  Lin Feng and the other two approached, only to see a group of people surrounding a man in gray clothes in a dry river valley, fighting fiercely.

  The old osprey's bone rod transformed into a giant club over ten meters long, sweeping back and forth. With him as the main force, a group of cultivators unleashed various magical techniques, surrounding the gray-robed man and beating him up severely.

  Xiao Yan and Xiaodi exchanged a glance, both lowering their voices as they said: "Master, that grey-robed monk is the one who blocked our way back then!"

  Lin Feng looked intently and saw that the man in gray had a short, neatly trimmed haircut with six faint scars on his scalp, barely visible.

  Although he was at a disadvantage, this person remained calm and composed, with pale blue flames erupting from his body, burning fiercely.

  The spell released by the opponent, as soon as it came into contact with the blue flame, was immediately burned to nothingness. Some people also used fire spells to attack him, but the blue flame was indeed overbearing, and even the red and yellow flames that were also fierce fires were burned away together as fuel.

  A group of people besieged for half a day, and the blue flame of the gray-robed monk became more and more courageous as it fought, with the fire growing bigger and bigger.

  Only the old vulture's bone rod could pose a threat to the gray-robed monk, and even the blue flames couldn't withstand it, forcing the gray-robed monk to dodge.

  The old vulture controlled the law instrument while speaking to disturb the mind of the gray-robed monk: "Great Monk, those people who can control fierce winds left you behind, obviously taking you as cannon fodder. Only you are so foolish and would believe what they say."

  The grey-robed monk Hui Ku was somewhat irritated and ashamed, he volunteered to stay behind and cut off the rear, originally wanting to show off his skills, but unexpectedly got entangled by his opponent, how could this make those who knew about the fierce winds believe him?

  Hui Ku Xin said: "After this matter is over, I must capture that little boy we met the other day. If he can cultivate the true Wrath of Ming Wang, why bother with such trouble?"

  Just as he was thinking, a sword light suddenly flew from afar and chopped down towards Hui Ku's head. The blue flames were completely unable to block it.

  Hui Ku was greatly shocked, dodged quickly to the side, and the sword light fell empty, cutting off a mountain peak behind Hui Ku. The huge mountain head rolled down with a loud rumbling sound, causing the earth to shake violently, as if it were an earthquake.

  After the mountain peak fell, the cross-section of the mountain peak was smooth as a mirror. Lin Feng, who was hiding aside, frowned slightly: "What a strong sword cultivator, he is in the foundation-building period, and he also has a high-quality flying sword."

  A black-clad swordsman appeared in the arena, his gloomy eyes fixed on Hui Ku.

  Hui Ku looked at the black-clad swordsman, but his attention didn't dare to focus on him alone. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced in another direction, and indeed, a middle-aged man in white robes slowly walked out of the forest, with a scholarly demeanor, but with a vast and powerful aura fluctuation, indicating that he was a foundation-building cultivator of the same level as the black-clad swordsman and Old Zhai.

  "Unexpectedly, the remnants of Dà Léi Yīn Temple have actually joined forces with Lie Feng." The white-robed scholar clicked his tongue in surprise, sizing up Huì Kǔ as he raised his hand to release several streaks of white light. The white lights shot into the sky and exploded, transforming into a screen of light that enveloped the surrounding mountains.

  Hui Ku looked at him coldly, and Bai Pao Shu Sheng smiled calmly: "The surrounding area has already been sealed by my formation, you can't escape."

  After that, he and the black-clad swordsman, along with Old Eagle, formed a triangular formation, surrounding Hui Kuo in the middle, while the other Qi Refining cultivators dispersed around the periphery.

  Lin Feng looked at them with a frown, the cultivation of these three people was about the same as Hui Ke's, in a 3-on-1 situation, it would be good if Hui Ke could drag one down with him, let alone escape.

  Most likely, they would even be captured alive.

  Lin Feng was thinking, when he suddenly saw a hint of a sinister smile on Hui Kuo's face that was completely inconsistent with his identity as a monk.

  The grey-robed monk laughed and said, "You can't escape." Before he finished speaking, Hui Kuang raised his hands and twenty-four rays of light flew into the air, forming a mysterious formation.

  Lin Feng's expression changed slightly, he felt a terrifyingly powerful fluctuation from that formation, a threat that touched the soul, which he had also felt before on the Golden Dan period Lianhuo Sword Sect elder.

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