Chapter 808: Disappointed baby

Feng Wuchen and a group of people walked down the stairs of the main hall, and the students onlookers gave in one after another, as if they were welcoming the battle of the black society boss.

Zhang Junlan's transcendent status was enough to make them beyond reach, let alone Zhang Junlan still has to follow Feng Wuchen now, one can imagine how terrifying Feng Wuchen is.

Even though many genius students of the Saint Soul Academy are talented people from all major geographical forces, their status is far inferior to Zhang Junlan.

The students of the Holy Spirit Academy, even if they are all top geniuses, dare not provoke the wind and dust.

The person Mr Gong personally greeted was definitely not something they could afford.

The detached status makes genius students extremely envious.

"I really don't like that kid, what are you arrogant? I really think I'm great, and I'm not relying on the power behind?" Above the tower, a man was full of jealousy.

"I didn't see him being arrogant, but I didn't think he was arrogant, but I could see that you were jealous." A woman said indifferently.

Another man said with a dignified expression: "The soul power of the alchemist just now was very strange, and it disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared before, but it feels like it has appeared again, it is very strange!"

"Oh? Alchemist soul power? How many grades?" The other four people looked at the man with surprise.

The man shook his head and said, "I don't know. It's too fast and abrupt, but the breath is by no means the elder, nor Zhang Junlan, it should be his."

"He is an alchemist?" Several talented students looked shocked.

"It shouldn't be wrong, but it's hard to tell. I can't see the slightest fluctuation of soul power in his body now. He hides too deeply." The man solemnly said.

"This shows that his strength is very strong! He exists, I am afraid that it is like the Young Master of the God King Temple." At this time, at the top of the iron tower, a man's voice came.

"The Young Master of the Temple of the King of Gods? Is he really that strong? He is younger than us." The five students were shocked and looked at Feng Wuchen below in shock.

"Strong or not, [biquga.info] you will know if you try it." The tower heard a voice again.

The genius student who was jealous of Feng Wuchen suddenly turned fierce, gritted his teeth and said: "Huh! As long as you have a chance, try and try. I really don't believe that the five levels of cultivation in my celestial realm are not enough. he!"

"This person's cultivation base should be similar to Zhang Junlan and others, no matter how strong it is, it should not be much stronger." Another person guessed.

Their determination of Feng Wuchen's cultivation is completely guessed by the overall strength of Zhang Junlan and his group, because their strengths are not the same.

Feng Wuchen and the crowd are undoubtedly the most dazzling existence of the entire student at this moment.

"He is the hero in my mind! In the future, you will marry someone like him."

"Young Master Zhang is so handsome, I like Young Master Zhang!"

The genius students all admired extremely, the beautiful female students, the pair of beautiful eyes were full of love, and they all wanted to rush into the embrace of Feng Wuchen and Zhang Junlan.

"Nympho!" Seeing the admiring appearance of the female students made many male students angry, but they could only hold back in their hearts.

The quiet Holy Soul Academy didn't seem to explode until Feng Wuchen and them left, and the students boiled.

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Leaving the Holy Soul Academy, Feng Wuchen and a group of people rushed to Xumizhiyuan non-stop.

In a day's time, the news of the destruction of the Blood Fiend Mercenary Group had already spread to all forces around Xumizhiyuan.

The palace of the Blood Fiend Mercenary Group was razed to the ground, and the shocking picture made countless cultivators feel terrified.

Even though they did not know how Jiang Lengyue and Qiu Yuanshan died, everyone guessed that Feng Wuchen did it.

When Feng Wuchen set foot on the Sumi Abyss again, at the entrance, the eyes of many repairers and mercenaries were full of awe and fear.

They all witnessed Feng Wuchen defeating Yang's elders. Such terrifying strength was definitely not something they dared to offend.

Entering the Abyss of Xumi, Feng Wuchen and a group of people came to the place where the previous battle was.

Young Master Yang and the others were cultivating at this moment, and there were many young people who noticed Feng Wuchen's appearance, and the crowd suddenly panicked, and the timidity immediately got up and left.

"Brother Yang, it's... it's them." A student said in horror, his body trembling uncontrollably, and his face instantly paled.

"Aren't they coming back to find us to settle the accounts?" Another student asked in horror, almost crying with fear.

"Guru..."

Young Master Yang swallowed in horror. Seeing Feng Wuchen, he was also extremely frightened, for fear that Feng Wuchen would ask him to settle accounts.

However, they think too much.

Feng Wuchen ignored him, and said to Liu Qingyang and others: "Just find a place to practice."

"Brother Feng, don't you look for the power of time?" Liu Qingyang asked.

"Don't worry, everyone is tired these few days, take a good rest, and Qingqing has just broken through the celestial realm, and needs time to consolidate the realm. I will also look at the baby sent by the head of Lu." Feng Wuchen said, and his voice flashed to one. On the top of the mountain.

Seeing that Feng Wuchen and the others were not malicious, Young Master Yang and the others were relieved.

After the previous battle and the destruction of the Blood Fiend Mercenary Group, Young Master Yang had already been so scared that he didn't dare to provoke Feng Wuchen. In front of Feng Wuchen, he dare not fart now.

On the top of the mountain, Feng Wuchen took out the broken fabric, and at the same time took out the Archaic annual ring teeth from the storage ring, carefully comparing the two marked with runes.

The runes marked on the two are exactly the same.

Putting the Taikoo annual ring teeth into the storage ring, Feng Wuchen began to carefully observe the broken cloth.

A trace of the power of extinction was urged and injected into the broken fabric, Feng Wuchen muttered: "It is indeed an ancient thing, and the fabric still has a trace of ancient atmosphere."

On the broken fabric, in addition to the mysterious runes, there were some symbols and lines that Feng Wuchen could not understand.

"I don't know what is the use of this piece of cloth, and it doesn't mark the position of the power of time." Feng Wuchen frowned and muttered, a little disappointed.

The broken cloth, except for a mark that was exactly the same as the tooth of the Taikoo annual ring, Feng Wuchen could not see the slightest peculiarity.

"Maybe there are other parts of the fabric. This should be a map. This one alone is useless." Feng Wuchen secretly guessed.

I thought that with this broken fabric, it might be easier to find the power of time. It seems that Feng Wuchen thinks too much.

No one knows where other fabrics are, and the possibility of finding them is almost zero.

"The power of time is really not as easy to find as expected." Feng Wuchen shook his head helplessly, and then left these distracting thoughts behind and began to practice.

Feng Wuchen didn't bother to waste time without discovering it, and it was useless without the rest of the fabric.