Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 2612 Sima Junting! (3 more)
After searching the wealth of those black-clothed killers, Ling Feng and his party set off again.

After all, they were disciples of the Mingguang Palace, and they were on the road in a group. After the killers of the Wansoul Palace, there were no unscrupulous guys who attacked them.

Finally, at noon on the second day, Ling Feng and his party finally approached the entrance of Xiaowu Mountain.

The so-called Little Wu Mountain is actually a huge endless mountain range, and every time the Little Wu Mountain is opened, the entrance is uncertain.

Therefore, before receiving Wu Lingbi's prompt, everyone was just wandering around the mountains. Only by relying on Wu Lingbi's prompt could they finally find the entrance to Little Wu Mountain.

And under Wu Lingbi's reminder, Ling Feng and his party finally arrived outside a canyon.

Arriving here, Ling Feng began to feel a pull.

In the dark, there seemed to be a voice telling him which direction he should go. He knew that it was the natural reaction of Wu Lingbi in his arms approaching Xiaowu Mountain, and it was the fluctuation that was fed back to him.

When he got here, Ling Feng also found that there were more people.

Of course, most people don't have Wu Lingbi. Their purpose is just to watch people who have Wu Lingbi and join in the fun.

Anyway, Little Wushan, which opens once every hundred years, is considered one of the grand events in Southern Wuyu. If you don't participate, you will inevitably be despised when you talk to others in the future, and your words will be at a disadvantage.

Moving forward, Ling Feng once again felt the vibration of Wu Lingbi in his arms, that is to say, Little Wu Mountain is approaching!
Going deep into the canyon, there is a very empty platform.

At this time, a large number of warriors have gathered here.

When Ling Feng and his party arrived, they were among the crowd and saw other disciples from the Mingguang Palace.

There are a total of ten places in the Mingguang Palace. Apart from Ling Feng and Ye Keren, there are naturally other true disciples who also came together.

Soon, Ling Feng was in the camp of Mingguang Palace and saw Zhang Haoran, Yi Tianxing and the others.

Of course, Jiang Shanyi, who was holding a soul-killing banner, was still inseparable from Zhang Haoran as before.

In addition to these true disciples, Mingguang Hall also sent several elders to lead the team, among them was the figure of the second hall master.

"Look, it's Brother Zhang and the others!"

Shentu Xuance and the others hurried forward to say hello to their fellow disciples, and Ling Feng was no exception.

"Junior Brother Ling!"

Zhang Haoran cupped his fists and saluted Ling Feng. He still had a fresh memory of the last time he fought on the Guangming Martial Arts Arena.

And what he cared more about was, if the Second Palace Master hadn't made a move, who would win in the end?
"Brother Ling, I've been waiting for you!"

That Yi Tianxing was familiar with himself. Although he was defeated by Ling Feng last time, he was not discouraged at all. Seeing Ling Feng coming, he showed a look of eagerness to try, as if he wanted to fight Ling Feng again.

As for that Jiang Shanyi, he just nodded slightly with Ling Feng to express his respect.

"Senior Brother Zhang! Senior Brother Jiang! Senior Brother Yi!"

Ling Feng bowed his hands to the three of them, then looked at the Second Palace Master, and bowed to him, "Second Palace Master, thank you very much."

What he was referring to was naturally about Wu Lingbi.

Unexpectedly, when he rejected the second palace master last time, he was willing to give himself a Wu Lingbi.

"Thank you."

The second hall master took a look at Ling Feng, and said lightly: "You have the qualifications and strength, you deserve a Wu Lingbi, show yourself well!"

"Yes!"

Ling Feng nodded. This Second Palace Master is an interesting guy with a tough mouth and a soft heart.

"By the way, Brother Ling, you guys arrived so late, did you encounter someone blocking you on the way?"

Yi Tianxing couldn't help asking.

"That's not!"

Shentu Xuance immediately began to chatter, "There are dozens of black-clothed killers, if it weren't for Brother Ling, we might not be able to survive!"

"Damn, it's so exciting!"

Yi Tianxing had a regretful expression on his face, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have set off with Senior Brother Zhang and the others. With the second palace master sitting in the town, I didn't encounter any trouble at all. It's boring, it's so boring!"

"Junior Brother Yi, you have entered Xiaowu Mountain now, are you still worried about getting into a fight?"

Zhang Haoran couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, this guy is really a fighting maniac!

"That's true."

Yi Tianxing grinned, showing an expression of great anticipation again.

On the other hand, the master of the second palace squinted his eyes to look at Ling Feng, and asked in a deep voice, "Why, is there anyone else who dares to intercept the disciples of our Mingguang Palace?"

Ling Feng nodded, thought for a while, and said, "According to the clues found by the disciple, the other party seems to be from an organization called the Hall of All Souls. Have you ever heard of the second hall master?"

"Hmph, it's the Hall of All Souls again!"

The second hall master obviously knew something, but he didn't say much, he just said slowly: "Some things, knowing too much may not be a good thing, but you were able to escape the interception of the Hall of All Souls, and coming here also shows that this seat is indeed Didn't look away."

The second hall master raised his hand and patted Ling Feng's shoulder, and cast a meaningful look at Ling Feng.

It seems that although the Hall of All Souls is secret, it cannot be completely hidden from the eyes and ears of the Witch God Cult.

Ling Feng raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose. From the eyes of the Second Palace Master, he saw many things.

Perhaps, this Hall of All Souls has already been valued by the higher levels of the Witch God Cult.

Shaking his head, Ling Feng didn't delve into these things, he was destined to be just a passerby.

After all, he and the Witch God Sect were not on the same boat. He had his own purpose in getting into the Witch God Sect.

While waiting for the opening of the Little Wu Mountain, Shentu Xuance kept his mouth open and pointedly introduced to Ling Feng the situation of the other seven great witch clans.

For example, what are the geniuses of the Dark Witch Clan, the genius of the Wind Witch Clan, the genius of the Frost Witch Clan, etc...

"That's a guy from the Fire Witch clan. Have you seen that beauty in the red robe?"

Shentu Xuance pointed to a young girl who looked very young, and said with a smile: "She is the chief of the Fire Witch Clan, Baili Yunxi."

"Barry..."

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched slightly, and a figure flashed in his mind, Baili Lanxi!

That unlucky guy is probably still wandering around in the underground tomb of the Immortal King.

This woman also had a surname of Baili, so she might be in the same family as Baili Lanxi, so I had to keep a distance from her.

"Why, seeing the guilty look on your face, you don't know her, do you?"

Shentu Xuance gave Ling Feng a strange look.

"I don't know, how could I know her..."

Ling Feng chuckled, "You forgot, I'm not from the South Wuyu."

At this moment, a hearty laugh came, and a young man wearing a blue robe who looked rather lazy came over and said with a smile: "Brother, let's meet again!"

"It's you!"

Ling Feng recognized at a glance that this person was the first disciple of the Divine Thunder Palace who had competed with him before Qianyang Jiulian.

"I'm Sima Junting, as I said, we will meet again."

"My name is Ling Feng."

Ling Feng cupped his fists and saluted the other party. He had only one impression of Sima Junting, and that side was unpredictable.

Although he looks very lazy, he always looks lazy, and doesn't seem to care about anything.

But often the more such people, in fact, are the truly terrifying existence.

(End of this chapter)