Mudan pointed to the first car and said to Yue Feng.
Yue Feng nodded and sat in the back seat with Xiao Xi. Mudan sat in the driver's seat and started the car.
More than 200 cars followed behind. This huge convoy was driving south.
It was getting late at this time, and Yue Feng and Xiao Xi felt sleepy, so they simply took a nap in the car.
I slept soundly until the next morning, when I heard Mudan gently touching Yue Feng: "Master Yue, we are here."
"Well..." Yue Feng opened his hazy sleepy eyes, looked out the car window, and was suddenly confused!
A few dozen meters away, there is a huge palace!
This palace is several times larger than the Forbidden City! The gate of this palace is extremely majestic! The gate is hundreds of meters high and more than fifty meters wide!
On the door, two bright red characters are particularly eye-catching:
Wenzong!
Huh... Yue Feng and Xiao Xi looked at each other, both of them were shocked. This... the Wen Sect's main forum, is it too domineering?!
"Master-in-law, please get out of the car." Mudan said softly.
"Oh, okay..." Yue Feng swallowed, slowly got out of the car and walked into the Wenzong gate.
As soon as I walked in, I saw a huge square with tens of thousands of disciples on it.
Some disciples are practicing martial arts, and some disciples are reading and painting. It's a lively scene!
Although Wenzong's disciples are all very talented, they also attach great importance to cultivation. Yue Feng can feel that the strength of these disciples is not low, and almost none is lower than Wuhou!
Following Peony, we came all the way to Wenzong Hall and finally stopped.
"To inform the sect master, this year's talented scholar Furong has arrived." Peony said respectfully.
"Let him in."
After the words fell, a quiet and soft voice came from the hall. It was pleasant to the ear.
At this moment, Yue Feng felt that his heartstrings were being plucked. Damn it, this... Wenzong leader, is a woman?
At the same time, Xiao Xi could not help but whisper: "Wow... the sound sounds so nice."
Seeing the two people discussing in low voices, Mudan smiled and said, "Master Yue, please."
Yue Feng nodded, pushed open the hall door, and walked in.
As soon as he entered, Yue Feng was stunned!
He saw hundreds of people standing in the main hall, all elders of Wenzong. Among these elders, Yue Feng also saw two familiar figures. They were Chen Sheng and his wife Chen Xia.
"Isn't this my disciple?" Yue Feng looked at Chen Xia with a smile.
The last time I had a poetry competition with Chen Sheng, the bet was that after Chen Sheng lost, his wife would become Yue Feng's teacher.
"You!" Chen Sheng almost became angry and vomited blood again.
Yue Feng laughed and looked forward. In front of these people, he saw a phoenix chair.
There is a woman sitting on it, wearing a silk cheongsam, her graceful curves are looming, her temperament is mysterious and calm, like a fairy, exuding a sacred and inviolable majesty.
This woman is none other than Su Qingyan, the leader of Wenzong.