Chapter 112 Strong
The disciples of the Haotian Sect, headed by the strong man in gray robe, had no intention of waiting for Chenfeng. They spread out their bodies at the same time and galloped towards the back of the village.
Although they didn't use martial arts, their soul power was at their level and their speed was quite astonishing once it unfolded.
The strong man in gray robe glanced at Chenfeng with the corner of his eye, only to find that the latter was just like taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, without any sign of strenuous effort at all.
There was a trace of surprise in his eyes. Although he didn't know the origin of this man in black, occasionally the wind blew his veil, and he could see that it was a young man much younger than himself. Such With such strength at his age, no wonder he is so unruly.
The speed of his feet increased again, and the strong man in gray robe seemed to be more energetic, as if he deliberately wanted to embarrass Chen Feng in this matter.
The air was parted, and the corners of his clothes were scraped.
Unfortunately, Chen Feng still didn't seem to be unable to keep up. On the contrary, the distance between the dozen Haotian Sect disciples who were traveling with him was shortened in an instant.
They looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled bitterly, then gritted their teeth and once again exploded their soul power to increase their speed.
At this moment, they felt a lightness in their bodies at the same time. They looked up and saw a young man's face revealed under the cloak, looking at them indifferently.
"It's too slow, let's speed up!"
After saying that, all Haotian Sect disciples, including the strong man in gray, were lifted up by a majestic soul force at the same time, and their speeds increased several times in an instant.
The two sword wings opened, and with a flick, Chenfeng took a dozen Haotian Sect disciples to fly hundreds of meters into the air.
The strong visual experience made everyone scream in surprise, and even the strong man in gray robe who led it had his heart contracting suddenly.
Looking at Chenfeng's back again, he instantly felt as tall as a mountain and unclimbable.
Soon, the group flew out of the village.
Directly ahead is a mountain peak that is extremely steep. The entire mountain wall is almost vertical to the ground and is extremely smooth.
This is the Haotian Sect's first barrier against foreign enemies. With this stone wall alone, no one with a realm above the Soul Sect can easily climb it.
Chenfeng led a dozen Haotian Sect disciples at extremely fast speeds, flying through the air in the blink of an eye several times.
Behind the mountain wall, there are more than a dozen rolling mountains, each of which seems so difficult to climb.
If an attacker wants to enter the mountain, it will undoubtedly cost a lot of money. If defenses are deployed on every mountain peak, then even if the attacker is ten times the size of the Haotian Sect, they may not be able to invade as they wish.
"A group of shrunken turtles have found a good place." Chenfeng curled his lips, of course not referring to all Haotian Sect disciples, but to some of them.
A strong man like Tang Hao is still worthy of admiration, and even more frightening to his enemies.
Of course, the reason why Haotian Sect did this. Perhaps it was to preserve the sect's direct line power, but didn't they think about the affiliated clans?
With the Haotian Sect gone, the small affiliated clans have become Wuhun Palace’s punching bags, and each one’s life is becoming more and more miserable.
If the Haotian Sect comes out in the future, who else will be willing to follow?
Who else dares to follow?
In this case, will the Haotian Sect that emerged from the mountain still be the Haotian Sect of the past?
In the midst of his thoughts, Chenfeng had already flown over many natural chasms with more than a dozen Haotian Sect disciples. The so-called many obstacles under his feet were as simple as stepping on a mud ball.
Leaping over the last kilometer-long grand canyon, Chen Feng lowered the group of Haotian Sect disciples.
Feeling the feeling of being down to earth, the strong man in gray robe breathed a deep sigh of relief, and his eyes towards Chen Feng became filled with admiration and fear.
At the same time, the strong man in gray robe was also a little worried. He was worried about whether it would be a blessing or a curse for such a mysterious strong man to come to the sect so easily.
After all, he has the Chief Elder's Order, which will inevitably cause a reshuffle among the Haotian Sect's senior leadership.
But soon, the strong man in gray robe felt relieved. Even if he didn't lead the way, with his strength, finding the sect would be as easy as drinking water. The reason why he led the way by himself was to say hello in advance. As for the shuffling of rights...
Never mind him!
It is recorded in the sect's internal files that the Chief Elder Ling is the founder of the sect, a ninety-ninth-level peerless Douluo, and the first generation Haotian Douluo owned by Tang Chen. Whoever the old man handed the Chief Order to in the end was not his own. Those who understand must have his reasons.
Walking near the abyss, there are endless cliffs behind the dusty wind, desolate ice and snow slapped on his veil, and the cold wind ruffled his hair.
In front, there is a huge stone building like a fortress, with the main entrance being five meters high.
In terms of luxury, although it cannot be compared with the Papal Palace, this all-stone building looks particularly solid.
Above the main entrance, the three characters carved in stone are vigorous and powerful, with an aura of grandeur and awe that can stand up to the surrounding mountains - Haotian Sect.
In front of the door, two guards in gray robes saw the strong man in gray robes coming back. They bowed and saluted at the same time, but still said to Chenfeng: "Please show me our token."
"Ahem..."
The strong man in gray robe stepped forward and said with a strange expression: "Forget it, this is... an honored guest. It's better to inform the sect master and elders quickly and prepare to welcome him."
The guard looked at Chenfeng in surprise, but didn't say anything more and nodded in agreement.
On the side, Chen Feng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly crossed the crowd and said calmly, "Why bother? As the chief elder, do I have to visit them one by one? How unbecoming is this!"
"Let them all come out to me at once!"
Chenfeng opened his mouth and let out a sharp roar. The sound was not loud, but it was very penetrating.
Almost instantly, the sound spread throughout the Haotian Sect.
In an instant, several roars erupted from within the Haotian Sect at the same time, as if they were echoing.
Five old men in black robes rose into the air at the same time and jumped towards this side.
After a thick roar sounded, a burly figure also moved, its aura was like an ancient ferocious beast, and it was as towering as a mountain.
Outside the sect, the strong man in gray robe saw such a scene and couldn't help but take three steps back. "It's over. The sect master and the elders thought the enemy was attacking!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a black light suddenly appeared in the distant sky, and a huge hammer head was like a hill, stretching nearly a hundred meters across.
I don't know which elder took action, but I saw the black soul ring disappear in a flash, and the hammer head smashed down in the air.
"I don't care who you are, anyone who dares to offend Haotian Sect must go through this test first!"
The huge hammer head displayed in the air is the amplification effect of the true body of the weapon soul.
The strong man in gray robe had a bad streak and hurriedly ran away with a dozen Haotian Sect disciples. Otherwise, if he was injured by the aftermath at such a close distance, he would definitely die.
The complete opposite to them was Chen Feng. Faced with the strong suppression of the true form of the Clear Sky Hammer Soul, Chen Feng just stood there calmly, without any panic.
His right arm bloomed with a faint brilliance, and at the same time, he muttered words, "A hundred years of wind and frost are all reduced to one sword, and with one sword, it cuts the sky in reverse!"
(End of chapter)