Chapter 133: Fighting Zheng Jian Again

  After passing through the energy seal, the crowd followed the mountain path and arrived at the entrance of a huge underground palace.

  The main gate of the Xuanling Earth Temple was made of a kind of black rock, extremely hard, and a faint fluctuation emanated from it, giving people a sense of oppression, even the Xuan force running inside their bodies was slightly hindered.

  Lei Wei of the Lei clan took a glance and threw out a punch, with a powerful Xuan force that brought a whistling sound as it heavily slammed onto the temple gate.

  The dust around was also shaken by this mysterious power, flying everywhere. However, when the dust settled again, everyone was amazed to find that the temple gate had not been damaged in the slightest, without even a single mark left behind.

  "Hiss!"

  Everyone took a cold breath. What kind of rock was this palace gate made of? Even Wu Wei, a strong Shaper, couldn't blast it open.

  "Everyone work together to blast open the temple gates!" Lei Wei shouted loudly, his voice as loud as a bell, and quite matching his stature.

  "Stop right there." A voice cut in, rudely interrupting Levi's proposal.

  Everyone also looked in the direction of the sound, and found a thin figure walking from outside. The figure was slightly slender, but extremely straight, with a face that wasn't handsome, but made people feel very comfortable.

  "What's wrong? You have an opinion about my proposal." Lei Wei saw that someone had interrupted his proposal and was somewhat annoyed.

  "Who is this person?" The crowd whispered among themselves.

  "He is Mufeng, the strongest of the younger generation of the Mu clan." said someone from a certain force in Mucheng.

  "Isn't it? Looking at his appearance, he's only in the initial stage of Qi Refining Realm?" Some people asked in confusion.

  "This is just his superficial strength, he has defeated Zheng Jian before?"

  Standing behind Qing's body, Zheng Jian also heard these words and felt extremely displeased. He glared fiercely at the person who spoke. The man seemed to have sensed Zheng Jian's fierce gaze and looked at him, too afraid to say more.

  "Mo Feng, I didn't expect you to be here too?" Zheng Jian stepped out from behind Qing Feng's body and said in a low voice.

  "Zheng Jian?" Mu Feng's face slightly chilled. Just arriving at the Xuanling Temple gate, Zheng Jian had come to find him, and it seemed like he didn't have good intentions!

  "How about it? Dare to fight me again?" Zheng Jian stared at Mu Feng, his handsome face flashing with a hint of ferocity.

  The humiliation of the Qingying Competition had always been a lingering shadow in Zheng Jian's heart. After returning to the Fengyun Sect, he also devoted himself to cultivation, and his cultivation base surged greatly.

  Today, he will wash away his shame in front of everyone.

  At the foot of the mountain, there were many seniors present, and he was also reluctant to make a move. Now that all around him were young people, coupled with everyone's discussions, Zheng Jian felt ashamed and angry, so he proposed to fight against Mu Feng.

  "How about it, aren't you afraid?" Zheng Jian's words became increasingly arrogant. Not long ago, he had advanced to the early stage of the Great Perfection of Form Creation, and his cultivation was much higher than that of Mu Feng. He had also learned a mysterious level of martial arts, so this battle was also filled with confidence.

  "Fight on! My subordinates have been defeated, am I supposed to be afraid now?" Mu Feng's eyebrows furrowed, saying coldly.

  "Y-you..." Zheng Jian's face flushed slightly, and he was actually choked up and couldn't speak.

  Everyone saw that there was a good show on stage and they voluntarily retreated to the back, leaving space for the two. Since no one had entered the Mystic Spirit Hall, everyone wasn't in a hurry either.

  Mu Han's calm and peaceful heart was not urgent, but that day Mu Feng had forced the blue-clothed Great Han into a desperate situation at the beginning of the formation boundary. What's more, Zheng Jian had just entered this realm and was far inferior to the blue-clothed Great Han.

  If we look at the odds of winning, Mufeng's chances of winning are at least 80%.

  Mu Han Yu and Mu Kun were worried about Mu Feng, sweating for him, wondering if he could defeat Zheng Jian again.

  A majestic and profound power suddenly burst forth from Zheng Jian's body, the power of the mysterious light quickly enveloping his entire figure, forming a massive claw mark several meters in size on his body.

  "Rip apart the void!"

  As Zheng Jian made a slight drinking sound with his mouth, his right arm swung out in a false motion, and the mysterious power claw mark fiercely struck towards Mu Feng.

  That formation was so powerful that even Mu Han Yu and other strong Qi Refining stage cultivators were shocked, let alone others who had not yet reached the Qi Refining stage.

  From this claw mark, it can be seen that it is also a kind of Xuanjie lower-grade martial art, whose power is not weaker than Qiyin Guangyin Palm at all.

  Mo Feng, however, saw through it. Judging from Zheng Jian's immature technique, he should not have been practicing this martial art for long. Its power was probably no match for his ultimate skill, the Qí Yǐng Guāng Yìn Zhǎng.

  Facing the shocking claw, Mu Feng did not dodge, but instead swung his fist fiercely, and a hot Xuan Li burst out of his body. A flame-like Xuan Li fist shadow shot towards the Xuan Li claw mark with a whooshing sound.

  Bang!

  Two streams of profound energy collided directly, and the fierce ripples of profound energy instantly spread out in all directions. Two cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage who were standing a bit closer were affected by the ripples and were blown away.

  However, the two people at the center of the mysterious ripples did not move in the slightest, their figures remaining as stable as Mount Tai.

  "Hiss!"

  "That Mo Feng is really strong, he actually easily blocked Zheng Jian's attack."

  "As expected, Mufeng's actual strength is much stronger than his apparent strength."

  "It goes without saying, he is the strongest among the younger generation of the Mu clan."

  Mu Kun, Mu Cheng and Mu Lie, who had a past with Mu Feng and were standing behind Mu Han Yu, also wore bitter smiles on their faces. Previously, they still regarded him as a weakling who couldn't withstand a single blow, but in just a year and a half, Mu Feng had left them far behind.

  They are absolutely no match for Zheng Jian now. If they were the ones facing Zheng Jian's attack earlier, they would have been severely injured.

  Zheng Jian's shock was no less than anyone else's. In less than a year since the Qingying Competition, Mu Feng's strength had surged again. Even in the Qingying Competition, Mu Feng had to use all sorts of tricks to tie with him. Now, he could easily dissolve his offense.

  Feng Qing and Lei Wei also looked at Mu Feng with great interest, but a hint of cold smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.

  A master makes his move, and you'll know if he's got it or not.

  Just now, the two men's confrontation, Feng Qing, Lei Wei and others also saw that Mu Feng's strength was in no way weaker than Zheng Jian. At least in terms of the majesty of Xuanli, he was not at a disadvantage.

  To reach the peak of spiritual cultivation in the realm of subtle energy and achieve a small success, it is extremely difficult.

  However, if Zheng Jian had seen the battle between Mu Feng and the blue-clothed Han, he would not have initiated this fight today. His strength is far inferior to that of the blue-clothed Han.

  Failure is absolutely not allowed to happen again today for Zheng Jian.

  Zheng Jian took a step forward, and the entire ground seemed to tremble slightly. A dark energy shadow formed behind him, its density far surpassing the one that appeared during the Qingying Competition. It seems that Zheng Jian's mastery of the Qiguang Light Imprint Palm has also increased significantly over the past half year.

  "Shadow Light Seal!"

  Zheng Jian's body shape burst forth, his palms swinging towards Mufeng's body's various vital points, that mysterious power shadow closely followed behind him, the shadow's palms also ceaselessly dancing, flashing with mysterious power fluctuations.

  From the outside, it seemed as if two people were attacking Mu Feng together. Such an attack would make even a strong opponent of the same level dare not to challenge them.