Chapter 217 How Dare You Give Orders?

[Jiwu: 9]

[Limit broken: 32]

The next day, early morning.

A ray of skylight appeared outside the window, and Chen Feng opened his eyes in the small courtyard.

The information on the panel appeared, and there were fewer and fewer extreme martial arts and limit-breaking ones. He was about to go through the martial arts gyms in the danger zone.

"We must break that space barrier as soon as possible."

Thoughts flashed across his mind, and he thought of the gifted light group in the Secret Realm of the Dead.

I don’t know what type it is or what it does.

Shaking his head secretly, he immediately stood up and walked to the window.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, but the sky was not too bright, but rather dull.

Perception quietly activated to cover everything in the surrounding area, but he still couldn't find the hidden fifth-level powerhouse.

"I don't know who it is."

The other party had no ill intentions, which was the prerequisite for him to dare to dream last night.

He even doubted whether the other party had left Shixinliu, otherwise he wouldn't have discovered any traces.

Boom!

There was a knock on the door.

"Senior brother, we're going up the mountain in half an hour."

Zhao Tingxiao, dressed in black long clothes, stood outside the door and reminded him, knowing that he got up late and worried about missing it.

Chen Feng responded inside the house, without further delay, he quickly packed up, put on black clothes, and pushed out the door.

"Brother, breakfast is ready."

"Shixinliu specially prepared a hundred-year-old ginseng medicine for you."

Zhao Tingxiao said, and soon someone came to the small courtyard with breakfast.

There were ginseng slices mixed into the hot porridge. Chen Feng's eyes flickered for a moment, but he didn't turn away.

He really needs something to replenish his essence so that his Yuanzhong Awakening Method can continue to improve.

Likewise, he also knew the purpose of Shi Xin Ryu's desire to please.

The only grandmaster is not here, and there are many enemies in the past. They may appear to cause trouble today, or they may cause trouble in the future.

He is now considered the strongest master in the southern martial arts world, and the other party also hopes to have more good luck and protection.

Immediately, they drank porridge in silence in the small courtyard.

Cao Tong and Zhao Tingxiao either stood at the entrance of the courtyard and looked out to the outside world with complicated expressions, or they sat on a stone bench nearby and looked up at the sky.

The cold wind blew the wind, and the sky was gloomy with dark clouds gathering.

Many of the core disciples of Shishin-ryu were wearing solemn black clothes and tied with white cloth belts, and they gradually gathered in the main hall.

"The weather is bad today."

Zhao Tingxiao said something in a low voice, but Chen Feng remained silent.

The century-old ginseng medicine has good effects, with heat flowing into the body, and the Yuanzhong Awakening Method is getting closer and closer to the fourth level.

Until finally, with the hot porridge in his stomach, Zhou Wuren and others appeared one after another outside the courtyard gate.

He then stood up and stepped out.

"Let's go."

Zhao Tingxiao and Cao Tong nodded repeatedly, took their umbrellas and followed his steps.

Ta-ta.

Outside the mahogany courtyard gate, people looked around.

"I heard people say that there may be other schools appearing today, wanting to cause chaos to Lion Heart Ryu."

Zhou Wuren came closer, wearing a black tunic suit and a stern expression.

Chen Feng nodded, knowing that this is how grudges in the martial arts world are.

"Which genres?"

"They are all big sects, and there have been masters before, but they have declined a bit in recent years."

The giant elephant master, who is as tall as an iron tower and is two meters tall, is dressed in black and loose clothing, and explained awkwardly.

"I still know some people and even owe them favors."

"Me too."

Grandmaster Jingliu, with his fluttering white beard, looked helpless. Chen Feng couldn't deny this, knowing what he and Grandmaster Juxiang were thinking.

They all have a normal friendship with Grandmaster Xie.

Moreover, the masters all grow old and die, and they are also worried that if they intervene too much today, their sect will suffer a similar liquidation when they lose their master in the future.

In other words, I just don’t want to be this evil person.

"I'll do it."

Zhou Wuren said calmly.

Although his friendship with Xie Xiao was not too deep, they had experienced some life and death difficulties at least.

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"We in the northern martial arts world have always been united. Even if I am not here in the future, the Holy Sect will speak for me, Jueyingliu."

"Not so many twists and turns."

He didn't quite like the two giant elephant masters.

I also understand why the northern martial arts community has always looked down upon the south.

The latter two were helpless when they heard this. The martial arts world in the south has been divided for too long. The major schools have many grievances and complex human relationships. They are not comparable to those in the north.

"There are so many broken rules in your martial arts world."

Zhao Mengye spoke coldly and stood beside a few people.

Martial arts is already weak and there are constant internal strife, so it is no wonder that they transformed people and banned it.

Since she is here today, she must support Xie Xiao's descendants and sect.

It doesn’t matter whether you are in the martial arts world or not, and whether you break the rules or not.

For a moment, the two masters, Juxiang and Jingliu, were speechless, and the disciples they brought were also embarrassed and scratched their heads, not daring to interrupt the conversation of these powerful seniors.

Chen Feng had a clear view of this.

"Let's go."

Stepping out, the little conflict just now didn't seem to bother him, and he didn't promise what he would do.

The giant elephant masters had different thoughts, some were embarrassed or disappointed, but in the end, he was the leader and walked out of the courtyard group and came to the front of the hall.

At this moment, many people are here.

Councilors of the Xiangshan City Federation, directors of large local groups, and many martial arts schools who have good relations with Lion Heart Ryu.

Someone came forward to express warm greetings and nodded respectfully.

It seems that he is not here to attend the funeral, but to take advantage of the opportunity to make connections.

Chen Feng ignored him and just silently raised his head and glanced at the sky.

Ga!

A black crow appeared out of nowhere, and a hint of malice quietly enveloped it.

"There are crows."

Zhao Tingxiao muttered, and Zhou Wuren and others also looked at him in confusion.

Only Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at his dark eyes across the layers of sky.

Taunting, ridiculing, and haunting.

The malice in his perception became stronger and stronger, but soon, a burst of sadness and grief washed away these feelings.

"Disciples, listen to your orders!"

"Send farewell to our ancestor!!"

Loud roars resounded in the hall, and disciples in black came out one after another and lined up on both sides.

Some people carried the coffin, while others held yellow and white flowers to open the way.

Tanlong and other Zhenyi Sect leaders and elders all looked silent and sad, holding black and white photos in their hands, walking out of the hall and heading towards the back mountain.

"Each generation of elders and masters of Lion Heart Ryu are buried in the back mountain."

Grandmaster Giant Elephant sighed, and his mood couldn't help but become a little lower.

As masters, even if their friendship is limited, it is inevitable that the rabbit will die and the fox will be sad.

For a moment, everyone was silent, and finally followed the mighty group of black-clothed disciples and the black wooden coffin to the road of Maple Leaf Forest, heading towards the higher back mountain.

Boom! !

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder.

The sky was dark with dark clouds, and lightning flashed.

"It's going to rain."

"God is not kind to us."

"No, why not say yes? Even God is seeing Grandmaster Xie off?"

Whispered conversations began quietly, followed by the patter of rain.

The maple leaves of the trees on both sides were knocked down by the rain, and dense dots were printed on the gray rock steps.

Bang!

The black umbrella opened, and Zhao Tingxiao stood behind Chen Feng, holding the umbrella for him.

Other Grandmasters and Zhao Meng, including the businessmen and politicians who saw him off along the way, also made similar moves.

Hundreds of thousands of people crowded up the mountain. From a high altitude, it looked like a black torrent.

Black umbrellas opened one after another, and only the Shishin-ryu disciples carrying the coffin, as well as Tan Taki and others, whose hair and clothes were gradually wetted by the rain, remained silent and just lowered their heads and stepped forward.

Ta-ta!

That's when.

Unusual footsteps sounded.

The back hill that was supposed to be deserted did not know when dozens of people appeared.

They were dressed in different styles, ranging from casual clothes to long robes. Some were old, middle-aged, young, and some were even wearing swords. It was obvious that they were coming with bad intentions.

"Tanlong, if you want to send your master up the mountain, you must pass my test first."

A Zhenyi-level gray-haired old man said viciously, holding a black Tang knife and blocking the road.

The crowd was startled, and the advancing team suddenly stopped.

"He is from the Night Sword Sect. He once became a Grandmaster, but later he had a grudge with Grandmaster Xie. He was seriously injured and his life was shortened. He died more than ten years early."

"I didn't even see them show up at the martial arts conference. I thought they had declined and died."

"Why"

Amidst the discussion, Grandmaster Juxiang explained something.

Chen Feng was expressionless, but Zhou Wuren and Zhao Meng frowned.

"Tan Long, God's retribution, you Lion Heart Ryu will also have this day."

"You can go up the mountain if you want. Just face north where you are. Kowtow three times to my master and I will let you go."

Another true master came out. He was a middle-aged man with a cold face and a strong physique. He obviously followed the hard work route.

"It's the Giant Stone Sect, a school that was as famous as the Giant Elephant Sect."

"I heard that Grandmaster Giant Elephant owed a favor and borrowed the true power of Giant Stone Sect, and then he broke through to Grandmaster."

When the discussion started again, Grandmaster Colossus, who had planned to help stop it, turned pale, and finally had no choice but to take his steps back.

"Tan Long, your master killed my master back then."

"For forty years, I didn't dare to seek revenge from him, but now that he is dead, it's time for you to pay back this debt."

An old woman in green robes holding a sword walked out. She seemed to be in her fifties, followed by two True Meaning level men and a woman.

"It's someone from Tianliu Sword. That person should be the closed-door female disciple of the former Grandmaster of Tianjian."

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"Forty years, countless generations of people have died, and I haven't shown up at the martial arts conference. But I still show up now."

"I heard that a great master whose body was covered by a whale's body was once saved by someone from the Tianliu Sword when he was young."

Some famous figures in the martial arts world were also in the farewell procession. They may not be high-level, but they have deep knowledge and many past grievances are clearly known.

Without saying a word, Zhou Wuren just looked at the Jingliu Grandmaster who stopped and felt helpless.

"That person is me."

After finishing speaking, five or six people from the sect appeared one after another on the stone steps leading to the back mountain.

There were Zhenyi-level masters stationed there, and there was even one person who came from the northern martial arts world, which made Zhou Wuren look gloomy.

"Oh shit."

He cursed and wanted to step forward and drink the man away.

But soon.

"Young friend Zhou, you still remember me."

A man walked out of the crowd blocking the road. He had gray hair and looked haggard.

Wearing a gray robe and being supported by someone.

The aura seems to be that of a master, but not quite. It seems that he may fall from this realm at any time.

In an instant, Zhou Wuren's face froze and his eyes widened.

"Senior Xu, you"

"I have never begged you. I only have one word for you today."

The other party cupped his hands and bowed, "Don't interfere, okay?"

As soon as the words fell, countless eyes fell on Chen Feng and his group.

They all know that this is the backing for whether Shixinliu can survive the disaster safely today.

But by accident.

"Grandmaster Zhou?"

Zhao Meng asked with a frown.

Grandmaster Giant Elephant and others were also curious, after all, Zhou Wuren had been very tough before.

"I really didn't expect that he also had a grudge against Grandmaster Xie."

"That was Grandmaster Xu from my northern martial arts world. He once helped me and was seriously injured, and almost fell from the Grandmaster realm."

Zhou Wuren said with a complicated expression.

Everyone understood, but it was clear that he was a little unwilling.

"Senior Xu, I owe you a favor that is difficult to repay, but Old Xie is indeed my friend. Can you please show some mercy today?"

Looking at him, the white-haired old man shook his head.

"Friend Zhou, do you know why I am pursuing this?"

"I am all ears." Zhou Wuren suppressed his irritability and said sincerely.

"When I traveled to the south in my early years, I met a man who claimed to be invincible."

"He was arrogant and domineering, and hurt my friend. After that, I chased him overnight, wanting to teach him a lesson."

With a calm tone, the white-haired old man finally looked at the coffin: "It took several days and a lot of hardships. When I was about to succeed, Xie Xiao appeared and blocked me."

"Do you think I should ask for an explanation?"

The atmosphere was quiet as the voice fell.

No one thought that there was such a reason.

At the same time, it was unexpected that this actually involved the only extreme peak in the southern martial arts world, Yang Wudi.

Zhou Wuren's face gradually sank, and his fists clenched, but it was difficult to refute.

"Then why did the senior wait until today?"

Someone in the crowd couldn't stand it anymore and asked in secret.

The white-haired old man didn't hide it, and said directly: "I can't afford to offend Yang Wudi, but he should have no time to care about him now."

"So, I came."

Admitted that he was not good enough, but did not deny that he wanted to ask for an explanation.

The crowd was silent, and the sound of rain continued to sound.

The disciples of the Lion Heart School in the farewell team had their hair wet and their clothes were in disarray. The elders and sect leaders such as Tan Long looked even more desolate.

How glorious the Grandmaster School was, but when the Grandmaster passed away, it was so desolate.

"Shameless old thing."

Suddenly, Zhao Meng spoke up and cursed.

The white-haired old man frowned and looked at him, and the others were also in doubt.

"You didn't come when Xie Xiao was here, and now that the debt is settled, don't you understand this principle?"

"Today I'm saying this, if you dare to do it, you will be an enemy of my Black Crystal Group!"

Buzz!

As she spoke, her aura surged, and her empty left sleeve moved without wind.

Zhou Wuren opened his mouth but couldn't say more. The white-haired old man opposite was silent for a moment, and finally spoke.

"This is my martial arts world's business, are you sure you want to intervene?"

"Nonsense!"

Zhao Meng's attitude was tough, and Tan Long and others looked hopeful.

But, the next second.

"Then I'm sorry."

As soon as the words fell, Tan Long and others' faces froze.

Everyone looked up and saw a figure walking out of the maple forest.

He was wearing a white robe, his hair and beard were gray, and he was a little thin.

"Haha, Lao Xu, you finally spared this favor."

Ta-ta.

He walked over in cloth shoes, and his aura gradually spread.

One level, two levels, three levels.

His aura was even a little stronger than Zhao Meng's, and Zhou Wuren's face changed again.

"Grandmaster Wang?"

Grandmaster Juxiang and others were also in doubt and soon recognized the person.

"It's the former guardian of the Northern Saint Gate."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Meng's face was gloomy, and Tan Long and others' mood sank to the bottom.

But even so.

The white-haired old man did not rush to take action, but turned his eyes and finally focused on the young man in the crowd.

"Master Chen, if you are willing to watch today's events, let go."

"I would like to ask the Saint Gate to invite you to migrate to the north and allow you to see the method of the soul."

He said firmly, believing that this young master with amazing talent would make the right decision.

As long as there is still the ambition to climb the road of martial arts, it is impossible to refuse such a temptation.

For a moment, everyone looked at him.

Tan Long and others looked desperate, and the faces of the giant elephant and others were also complicated.

Migration to the north, the method of the soul.

These are the goals they have longed for in the past, which can not only get the protection of the Saint Gate in the north, but also have a greater chance of opening the gate of the soul.

But unfortunately, they are not qualified.

"Master Chen?"

Seeing that the young man did not answer, the white-haired old man named Master Xu spoke again.

But it happened that countless eyes looked at him.

Chen Feng, who was dressed in a black long robe, just looked up at the sky silently.

Everyone was puzzled and looked up.

Beyond the umbrella, in the drizzling sky

The black crow was still circling, which was unusual.

Everyone was startled, and then they saw Chen Feng retract his gaze and look across.

"I don't have a deep friendship with Master Xie."

The white-haired old man's face relaxed and he nodded gently.

Zhao Meng's face changed slightly, and Tan Long and others were even more desperate. They felt that they might be expelled from their sect today and would no longer have any help.

"But. I'm curious about one thing."

"You say." Master Xu asked.

Between the lines of sight, a little water splashed on the umbrella.

Chen Feng's eyes swept over the blocking sects one by one, and finally fell on the white-haired old man.

"When did it become your turn in the north to make decisions about our southern martial arts world?"