In the starry Babu Mountain, a storm quietly gathered over Lingfu.
This impending storm affected the entire Ling Mansion. For two days in a row, all the disciples in the Ling Mansion could not sleep at night, waiting for an attack.
In the Xiaofeng Tower on the back mountain, Feng Jueyu stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the Lingfu formation, with a touch of excitement on his face.
"This Ten Directions Heavenly Punishment Formation is indeed very mysterious. After looking at it for two days, I can't even see 10% of it. Lou Yirui is really a character."
He talked to himself as if the coming storm had nothing to do with him.
"I heard that the "Zong Lu" and "Ten Directions Book" are on the fifth floor of the Heavenly Tower."
In the quiet and deserted courtyard, a cold voice slowly echoed, and Feng Jueyu knew without turning around that the God of Death was back.
He wandered around the Ling Mansion for two days, but no one noticed his presence. Such ability really made Feng Jueyu envious.
"How did you find out?"
"Just now, Lou Chongxian said."
"He doesn't want to run away, does he?"
The God of Death nodded in disbelief, and Feng Jueyu suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.
The dignified second-rate leader of the Tianzong, the first thing he thought of when he was in trouble at the mountain gate was to escape, and he was considered a number one person. No wonder Xiao Yuehe was not afraid of heaven and earth, but he was afraid that the man named Lou would run away. This old boy really didn't let Xiao Yuehe run away in vain.
Worry.
"Can you run?" Feng Jueyu asked.
The God of Death said expressionlessly: "I can't run away."
"That's good." Feng Jueyu chuckled, took a long breath, looked at the suspended bluestone on the back mountain and said sadly: "Five buckets of rice haven't come, I'll have to rely on you then."
Feng Jueyu had already thought about it. If Fan Wudou couldn't come, why wouldn't he let the direct descendants of the Lou family take advantage? He couldn't let Lou Zhongxian escape. The things on the fifth floor of the Wufang Tian Tower must belong to him.
At that moment, he asked the God of Death to take action, grab the things, capture Lou Chongxian and leave immediately.
For the God of Death, taking something in Mount Babu is as easy as taking it out of his pocket.
Of course, the restrictions of the Five Directions Tower must be taken into consideration. God knows how terrifying the structure of the Five Directions Tower and the restriction barrier inside are.
The two of them stood in the courtyard and looked at the scenery of Babu Mountain without saying a word for a long time. After a long time, the God of Death said inexplicably as if he was worried: "Lou Chongxian is acting weird. You have to be careful this time."
"What?"
Such a sentence came out of nowhere, making Feng Jueyu slightly stunned.
He was just about to ask what was going on when suddenly a loud voice came from the back of the mountain...
"Where's Mr. Feng? Why didn't you come out to greet me when I came? Why did you call me all the way here? What on earth do you want to do?"
"Five buckets of rice?"
Feng Jueyu was confused when he heard this very familiar voice and immediately became excited. He swayed and appeared on the path behind the mountain.
At this time, I saw Lingfu disciples holding formation flags respectfully surrounding an old man who was going up the mountain. Looking at that tall and vigorous figure, the smile on Feng Jueyu's face was as bright as a flower blooming in spring.
"Senior Fan, it's been a long time."
"Good boy, you finally came out. I thought you would have to stay in there for another fifty years to watch boxing."
Fan Wudou, who is in good health, wore a purple brocade robe today. His hair was neatly combed, and he was no longer barefoot. A pair of red python gold boots were filled with rich spirituality. Regardless of the robe or boots, they were not the same.
Ordinary things, I dare say this old man looks like a beggar in the Sky Fire Realm, but when he comes out, he turns into a rich man.
But Feng Jueyu didn't have time to think too much, because Fan Wudou's fist had already hit him.
The fierce and violent fist wind stirred up the wind, causing cracks in the space. The mountain patrol disciples next to them turned pale with fright, and one by one they couldn't help but fly back into the distance.
Feng Jueyu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes suddenly condensed, he had broken through the Chengdao realm, and with the second soul beside him, Fan Wudou's punch would not be able to defeat him unless he used it with all his strength.
"No divine power?"
Feng Jueyu raised his eyebrows, seeing that Fan Wudou was using physical strength, and wanted to try his skills.
As soon as the tip of his tongue touched the upper tooth hall, Feng Jueyu didn't retreat or avoid it, nor did he use his divine power, he punched him directly.
boom!
Several houses with suspended pumice stones on the path up the mountain exploded, and the sleeping disciples inside fled like birds of a feather.
Feng Jueyu felt like his whole body was torn apart by the force of the punch. He took a deep breath and had to use his divine power to heal the injury. However, at this time, he had already retreated to another pumice stone.
Two stone houses were smashed to pieces by him and were covered with dust.
On the other hand, Fan Wudou looked like a normal person, but he looked at Feng Jueyu with approving eyes: "Not bad, you can take my punch head-on. I haven't practiced in vain in the past few years."
Feng Jueyu gritted his teeth in pain, and finally managed to hold back the pain and flew over with a smile on his face: "Senior's strength has improved again, I admire you."
"Yes, yes, yes, don't be vain with me. I won't do this. Tell me, why did you call me here?" Feng Jueyu felt helpless with his careless look.
He could only make a gesture of invitation and said: "Senior, let's go in and talk in detail."
…
At the same time, Lou Zhongxian, who was frowning in the Ling Mansion Hall, stood up with a loud sound. After listening to the disciple below, his face turned red as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
"Fan Wudou is really here?"
"Yes, Senior Fan has been introduced to Xiaofeng Tower by Mr. Feng, but when the two of them just met, they punched each other and several buildings in Qinglin Pavilion collapsed."
"What?"
Lou Zhongxian was overjoyed when he suddenly heard this sentence, his eyes flashed with surprise: "You mean Mr. Feng and Fan Wudou had a punch?"
A trace of surprise flashed across Mo Li's eyes that had not seen light all year round: "Are you facing a punch?"
"yes."
"Is Mr. Feng injured?"
"I think it's okay. Were the two of you chatting and laughing just now?"
In the main hall, Lou Jingyu, Lou Jingxiang, and Lou Jingye all looked sideways. The great elder Lou Jingyu breathed in the cold air and said in disbelief: "When Fan Wudou came out of seclusion, he was already in the late Chengdao period. This old guy never holds back when he takes action.
Mr. Feng can actually punch him face to face, his skills are really terrifying."
Lou Jingxiang said: "Great Elder, although I have never met Mr. Feng, I think he is not very old, and as far as I know, when he came to the formation two hundred years ago, he was only in the early stage of Miaodu.
How could he have become so refined in just two hundred years that he is as good as a brother-in-law?"
Lou Zhongxian let out a heavy breath and praised: "There are many talented people in the world. Although the origin of this young master named Feng is unknown, he is indeed extremely talented. This sect has five full years of experience in this person's cultivation.
Volume, his limelight has already surpassed that of Guangxiao, Tianxiang, and Famous Sword. If this person had not accidentally become famous, our sect only needs a piece of writing and the three words Feng Jueyu would definitely be famous in Yanzhou."
"But this sect never expected that he would be strong enough to compete with Fanwu."
When Lou Chongxian finished his last sentence, everyone was amazed.
Lou Jingyu's face became surprisingly solemn when he heard this. He thought for a moment and then said: "Sect Master, this person's origin is unknown, but he desperately wants to take a trip into the muddy waters of Babu Mountain. We still need to carefully consider his intentions.
"
Lou Jingye nodded and said: "The great elder is right. Although our sect is in dire straits and is in urgent need of foreign aid, it would be okay if Mr. Feng is the only one. But now that another person has arrived, I'm afraid..."
Mo Li said: "The three elders are afraid that Mr. Feng has ulterior motives. I won't hide it from you. I think so too."
After he finished speaking, the four of them looked at Lou Chongxian at the same time.
Lou Chongxian didn't care, but he looked very strange and said: "Wuwei, since it is a foreign aid, there should still be necessary trust. Besides, no matter how big this incident is, it is nothing more than an internal dispute within the Lou family. No matter how big an outsider comes,
Even if there are too many, it can't shake the status of Babu Mountain in Qixia Realm."
Lou Jingyu said in confusion: "But Sect Master, I'm afraid their intention is to find the things on the fifth floor of the Five Directions Tower."
When Lou Zhongxian heard this, he suddenly smiled disdainfully and said: "Are you talking about the "Book of Ten Directions"? Haha, very few people know this secret now, but even if outsiders know it, it doesn't matter. Why didn't our ancestors get the "Book of Ten Directions" back then?
It is coveted by everyone in the world, and has been passed down from generation to generation in the Lou family. How has the "Book of Ten Directions" ever been lost? Don't worry, as long as Emperor Lou Chong doesn't take over the position of the head of the family and force me to give in, it will be useless no matter who comes.
Even if they can enter the fifth floor of the Five Directions Tower, they will still be seeking death."
Hearing Lou Zhongxian's confident words, Lou Jingyu and the others were even more puzzled. Unfortunately, they knew that this was Lou Zhongxian's secret. Even if they asked, Lou Chongxian might not tell them. The four of them were worried and worried at the same time.
I wanted to believe Lou Chongxian's words, but I felt very conflicted.
…
Unknowingly, the night passed, and early the next morning, it was the time agreed upon in the three-day period.
The morning bell and evening drum on the top of Babu Mountain struck fifty-four times, which was the sound of the sect master’s great calamity.
The intensive arrangements in the past few days caused people inside and outside Lingfu to panic. However, today, when the fifty-fourth morning bell rang, the disciples of Lingfu felt at ease.
The rising sun has just climbed up Dongshan Mountain. Tens of thousands of disciples are already neatly dressed and appearing in their respective positions in high spirits. At this time, looking down from the sky, Babu Mountain looks like a fairyland on the floating pumice stones.
The flags are clear and the formations are unified. It is definitely a scene like facing a powerful enemy.
At the quarter of the hour, Lou Chongxian flew out of the Ling Mansion Hall like a flying star, and brought Lou Jingyu, Lou Jingxiang, Lou Jingye, and Mo Li to the mountain gate.
Outside to welcome guests, hundreds of deacons lined up neatly. A stream of people dispersed from the rear right, and Feng Jueyu and Fan Wudou came walking on the clouds.
"Master Feng, Senior Fan."
Lou Zhongxian was arrogant, as if he had great confidence. After seeing Feng Jueyu and Fan Wudou, he immediately raised his hand in a friendly manner.
"Sect Master Lou, are everything ready? Today is a big event for the Lou family. I will let you have a good look at it later."