Chapter 750 Epiphany
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Wan Li Yu
Mr. Fu is Zhang Yifeng's second master. Although the meteor hammer technique is incomplete, Zhang Yifeng is still very grateful to Mr. Fu. Thank you for his selfless efforts and dedication.
"Mr. Meng, please wait for me at the door while I go to pay homage to the dead master."
When Zhang Yifeng's voice fell, the person had climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard. Only Mr. Meng was left in a daze.
Does Zhang Yifeng have a master? Could it be that Zhang Yifeng is from the Kunlong Mountains? But this yard seems to be just a blacksmith shop.
Zhang Yifeng didn't know what Mr. Meng was thinking. After entering the courtyard, he went directly to Mr. Fu's grave.
Although Zhang Yifeng never came back, Fu Lao's yard and tomb were very clean, and it was obvious that Nan Xin often came to clean them. It seems like there are always people living here.
After briefly paying homage to the old man, Zhang Yifeng and Mr. Meng rushed to Qianhuanmen.
Qian Huan Sect, only a few sects in the entire Kunlong Mountains know about it.
This is just like the rich people. If there are no news reports, you will not know who is rich. If we are not on the same level, we will never see each other again.
The location of Qianhuanmen is quite remote, more than ten kilometers away from the Kunlong Mountains warrior circle, and it has to climb several mountains.
At this time, what appeared in the sight of Zhang Yifeng and Meng Lao was a mountain full of mist.
The fog was heavy and visibility was extremely low. Ordinary warriors would definitely get lost if they entered.
Thousand Fantasy Sect is in this fog.
"This is a natural maze."
After Zhang Yifeng entered the heavy fog, he clearly noticed something different. The fog was naturally formed, but due to terrain and geographical reasons, it actually formed a natural maze. If anyone enters here by mistake, they will probably die trapped here.
"You follow my steps carefully. I will walk slower."
Meng Lao's voice came, leading Zhang Yifeng from the front.
Zhang Yifeng nodded and followed closely behind Mr. Meng.
While following Mr. Meng, he used his spiritual consciousness to explore the entire natural illusion formation.
As he walked, he suddenly felt something in his heart, as if he understood something, but he couldn't grasp this glimmer of inspiration.
Suddenly, he stopped and no longer followed Mr. Meng. Instead, he stepped into the mist, and his body disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Mr. Meng kept walking in front, and after walking several steps he realized that Zhang Yifeng had disappeared.
"not good!"
Mr. Meng's expression changed drastically at that time. Although this fog was not dangerous, once it entered by mistake, it would be very difficult to get out.
Mr. Meng quickly turned around to look for Zhang Yifeng, but he couldn't find him at all.
He could only bite the bullet and keep moving forward until he walked out of this natural fog formation.
At this time, the thick fog disappeared, and a trail appeared in the line of sight. At the end of the trail was a mountain gate, with the three characters Qianhuanmen carved on it with a sword.
Mr. Meng did not have thousands of magic doors, but was waiting for Zhang Yifeng at the exit.
Now that things have happened, he can't be anxious. Zhang Yifeng has always impressed him. He believes that this small maze will not do anything to Zhang Yifeng. Maybe he can get out of it.
If he really couldn't get out, he would go to Qianhuanmen for help and ask the people from Qianhuanmen to help find Zhang Yifeng.
Only the Qianhuan Sect is most familiar with this maze. Maybe the people from the Qianhuan Sect can find a way to get Zhang Yifeng out.
At this time, in the mist.
After Zhang Yifeng fell into the maze of formations, he did not wander around, but carefully captured the mysteries contained in the natural formations.
He didn't look for a way out, but was thinking, why can these fogs form formations? What is missing in the formation that I have arranged so that it cannot increase its power?
Once he was lost in thought, Zhang Yifeng stood motionless in the mist like a stone.
This stop is one day and one night.
After a day passed, Mr. Meng finally became anxious, but he couldn't figure out why Zhang Yifeng lost him. With Zhang Yifeng's cultivation, it was absolutely impossible for him to lose him. Unless you encounter some trouble, or take the initiative to enter the maze.
Mr. Meng decided to wait one more day. If Zhang Yifeng still couldn't come out after one day, he would go to Qianhuan Sect for help.
Just as Meng Lao was thinking, his body suddenly trembled, and a dangerous feeling came from behind.
Mr. Meng did not look back. He stepped on his feet and quickly left the place.
boom!
There was a loud noise and flying sand and rocks. Someone was attacking him from behind.
Elder Meng turned around and saw a disciple wearing the Qian Huan Sect's service. This disciple slapped Elder Meng from the air with his bare hands.
"Avoided?" The Qian Huan Sect disciple was a little surprised, and then shouted coldly, "Who are you? How did you get in? Say, otherwise, you will die!"
There are no disciples guarding the mountain in Qian Huan Sect, because few people can enter here. This disciple was out on business and met Mr. Meng by chance.
Mr. Meng said calmly: "I came to Qianhuanmen to visit an old friend."
"Do you have an old friend in Qianhuanmen? Who are you?"
The Qian Huan Sect disciple's body trembled, but his eyes were still wary.
Mr. Meng said with a smile: "Decades ago, I practiced in Qianhuan Sect for three years. My name is Meng Shan."
"You have been practicing in Qianhuanmen for three years. No wonder you can enter here. Since you have passed through the maze, why don't you just go up the mountain? What are you doing here?"
"To be honest, a friend of mine is trapped in the maze. I'm waiting for him here."
"Trapped by the maze?" The disciple was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "I advise you not to wait any longer. Most of the people you brought will be trapped in it and die."
"Why?"
"Because of this maze, once you are trapped, it is difficult to get out. You can only wait to die inside."
"Is there nothing your sect can do?" Mr. Meng frowned.
"There is no way. This formation is formed naturally, and it was not arranged by me, Qian Huan Sect. Over the years, most of the disciples of Qian Huan Sect who mistakenly fell into the formation have died. Only the very lucky ones have come out."
Meng Lao frowned. Although when he was in Qianhuanmen, the people from Qianhuanmen warned him not to fall into the maze by mistake, but he did not expect that the mist maze was so dangerous. Even people from Qianhuan Sect dare not enter.
"Can't the owner of Qianhuan Sect also save people?" Mr. Meng spoke again.
The disciple of Qianhuan Sect smiled and said sarcastically: "Even if the sect master is sure to come out of it, who do you think your friend is that can let our sect master take the risk himself to save him? It's a joke. If I were you, I wouldn't You're wasting your time here. After seeing your old friend, leave quickly. Our Qianhuan Sect does not welcome outsiders. As for your friends, they are destined to starve to death inside. Our Qianhuan Sect has been established for so many years, and the disciples who have mistakenly fallen into the trap are also Quite a few, but only two or three people came out alive. Do you think your friends can survive?"
The Qian Huan Sect disciples simply did not believe that anyone could come out of the maze.
But just as he finished speaking, a figure appeared in his sight, it was Zhang Yifeng.
After thinking about it for a day and a night, Zhang Yifeng had an epiphany.
"Mr. Meng, please wait for me at the door while I go to pay homage to the dead master."
When Zhang Yifeng's voice fell, the person had climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard. Only Mr. Meng was left in a daze.
Does Zhang Yifeng have a master? Could it be that Zhang Yifeng is from the Kunlong Mountains? But this yard seems to be just a blacksmith shop.
Zhang Yifeng didn't know what Mr. Meng was thinking. After entering the courtyard, he went directly to Mr. Fu's grave.
Although Zhang Yifeng never came back, Fu Lao's yard and tomb were very clean, and it was obvious that Nan Xin often came to clean them. It seems like there are always people living here.
After briefly paying homage to the old man, Zhang Yifeng and Mr. Meng rushed to Qianhuanmen.
Qian Huan Sect, only a few sects in the entire Kunlong Mountains know about it.
This is just like the rich people. If there are no news reports, you will not know who is rich. If we are not on the same level, we will never see each other again.
The location of Qianhuanmen is quite remote, more than ten kilometers away from the Kunlong Mountains warrior circle, and it has to climb several mountains.
At this time, what appeared in the sight of Zhang Yifeng and Meng Lao was a mountain full of mist.
The fog was heavy and visibility was extremely low. Ordinary warriors would definitely get lost if they entered.
Thousand Fantasy Sect is in this fog.
"This is a natural maze."
After Zhang Yifeng entered the heavy fog, he clearly noticed something different. The fog was naturally formed, but due to terrain and geographical reasons, it actually formed a natural maze. If anyone enters here by mistake, they will probably die trapped here.
"You follow my steps carefully. I will walk slower."
Meng Lao's voice came, leading Zhang Yifeng from the front.
Zhang Yifeng nodded and followed closely behind Mr. Meng.
While following Mr. Meng, he used his spiritual consciousness to explore the entire natural illusion formation.
As he walked, he suddenly felt something in his heart, as if he understood something, but he couldn't grasp this glimmer of inspiration.
Suddenly, he stopped and no longer followed Mr. Meng. Instead, he stepped into the mist, and his body disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Mr. Meng kept walking in front, and after walking several steps he realized that Zhang Yifeng had disappeared.
"not good!"
Mr. Meng's expression changed drastically at that time. Although this fog was not dangerous, once it entered by mistake, it would be very difficult to get out.
Mr. Meng quickly turned around to look for Zhang Yifeng, but he couldn't find him at all.
He could only bite the bullet and keep moving forward until he walked out of this natural fog formation.
At this time, the thick fog disappeared, and a trail appeared in the line of sight. At the end of the trail was a mountain gate, with the three characters Qianhuanmen carved on it with a sword.
Mr. Meng did not have thousands of magic doors, but was waiting for Zhang Yifeng at the exit.
Now that things have happened, he can't be anxious. Zhang Yifeng has always impressed him. He believes that this small maze will not do anything to Zhang Yifeng. Maybe he can get out of it.
If he really couldn't get out, he would go to Qianhuanmen for help and ask the people from Qianhuanmen to help find Zhang Yifeng.
Only the Qianhuan Sect is most familiar with this maze. Maybe the people from the Qianhuan Sect can find a way to get Zhang Yifeng out.
At this time, in the mist.
After Zhang Yifeng fell into the maze of formations, he did not wander around, but carefully captured the mysteries contained in the natural formations.
He didn't look for a way out, but was thinking, why can these fogs form formations? What is missing in the formation that I have arranged so that it cannot increase its power?
Once he was lost in thought, Zhang Yifeng stood motionless in the mist like a stone.
This stop is one day and one night.
After a day passed, Mr. Meng finally became anxious, but he couldn't figure out why Zhang Yifeng lost him. With Zhang Yifeng's cultivation, it was absolutely impossible for him to lose him. Unless you encounter some trouble, or take the initiative to enter the maze.
Mr. Meng decided to wait one more day. If Zhang Yifeng still couldn't come out after one day, he would go to Qianhuan Sect for help.
Just as Meng Lao was thinking, his body suddenly trembled, and a dangerous feeling came from behind.
Mr. Meng did not look back. He stepped on his feet and quickly left the place.
boom!
There was a loud noise and flying sand and rocks. Someone was attacking him from behind.
Elder Meng turned around and saw a disciple wearing the Qian Huan Sect's service. This disciple slapped Elder Meng from the air with his bare hands.
"Avoided?" The Qian Huan Sect disciple was a little surprised, and then shouted coldly, "Who are you? How did you get in? Say, otherwise, you will die!"
There are no disciples guarding the mountain in Qian Huan Sect, because few people can enter here. This disciple was out on business and met Mr. Meng by chance.
Mr. Meng said calmly: "I came to Qianhuanmen to visit an old friend."
"Do you have an old friend in Qianhuanmen? Who are you?"
The Qian Huan Sect disciple's body trembled, but his eyes were still wary.
Mr. Meng said with a smile: "Decades ago, I practiced in Qianhuan Sect for three years. My name is Meng Shan."
"You have been practicing in Qianhuanmen for three years. No wonder you can enter here. Since you have passed through the maze, why don't you just go up the mountain? What are you doing here?"
"To be honest, a friend of mine is trapped in the maze. I'm waiting for him here."
"Trapped by the maze?" The disciple was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "I advise you not to wait any longer. Most of the people you brought will be trapped in it and die."
"Why?"
"Because of this maze, once you are trapped, it is difficult to get out. You can only wait to die inside."
"Is there nothing your sect can do?" Mr. Meng frowned.
"There is no way. This formation is formed naturally, and it was not arranged by me, Qian Huan Sect. Over the years, most of the disciples of Qian Huan Sect who mistakenly fell into the formation have died. Only the very lucky ones have come out."
Meng Lao frowned. Although when he was in Qianhuanmen, the people from Qianhuanmen warned him not to fall into the maze by mistake, but he did not expect that the mist maze was so dangerous. Even people from Qianhuan Sect dare not enter.
"Can't the owner of Qianhuan Sect also save people?" Mr. Meng spoke again.
The disciple of Qianhuan Sect smiled and said sarcastically: "Even if the sect master is sure to come out of it, who do you think your friend is that can let our sect master take the risk himself to save him? It's a joke. If I were you, I wouldn't You're wasting your time here. After seeing your old friend, leave quickly. Our Qianhuan Sect does not welcome outsiders. As for your friends, they are destined to starve to death inside. Our Qianhuan Sect has been established for so many years, and the disciples who have mistakenly fallen into the trap are also Quite a few, but only two or three people came out alive. Do you think your friends can survive?"
The Qian Huan Sect disciples simply did not believe that anyone could come out of the maze.
But just as he finished speaking, a figure appeared in his sight, it was Zhang Yifeng.
After thinking about it for a day and a night, Zhang Yifeng had an epiphany.
