Mu Feng snorted coldly. These disciples of the Chiyang Divine Sect did not tell the truth so easily, so it was difficult for him to judge whether what this disciple said was true or false.
With a little force on his hand, Qingxiao Sword made a wound on the disciple's neck.
"Then you are of no value to me, so I might as well kill you to save trouble."
As he spoke, a murderous intent emerged from his body, making the peripheral disciple's legs become weak.
"I don't know, I really don't know," he screamed, but at the critical moment, he still remembered something, "Senior Brother Tang, Senior Brother Tang must know!"
Mu Feng put away his murderous intention and asked coldly: "Who is Senior Brother Tang?"
"Tang Zhuo is an inner disciple and the third elder's favorite disciple. He is close to several elders. He must know where Senior Sister Yu is!"
This disciple couldn't care less about others. The most important thing now was to save his own life.
"Where is he?"
"I'm accompanying you. I'm just going to deliver food to them."
"You don't need to go."
Mu Feng said calmly, suddenly raised his head, and slapped the disciple hard on the head, causing him to faint.
This was enough to make him faint for three days and three nights.
Mu Feng reached out to catch the plate of dishes, then changed into the disciple's clothes and used the disguise technique to look like the disciple.
At the same time, he used the Divine Hidden Technique to lower his own cultivation to the same level as this disciple.
Then he threw the disciple into the grass.
After that, he walked forward with the food in hand.
Although he didn't know the road, he could still see wherever there was light at night.
Soon, he came to a location near the center of the valley. This was a hall. Smiles could be heard from time to time in the hall, and it was obvious that they were having a great conversation.
Mu Feng looked at himself and saw that he had no flaws, so he walked in directly.
After entering, he put down a plate of dishes on each counter without saying anything.
Sitting on the main seat is an old man with white hair and beard. At this moment, his face is full of spring breeze, and he is toasting below.
The people sitting behind the desks on both sides should be elders from other forces. At this moment, their faces were all red and smiling.
In addition to these people, there are a few tables of people in the corner, but they are all relatively young, and they look like disciples at first glance.
Mu Feng walked over quietly at this moment, and no one noticed him at all.
After putting down the dishes, he did not leave.
There were more than a dozen young people sitting here, and even he couldn't tell which one was Senior Brother Tang.
So he lowered his head, didn't look at anyone, and said, "Senior Brother Tang, a senior sister outside asked me to call you and asked you to go out for a while."
At this moment, a handsome and handsome man stood up. He looked to be in his twenties or thirties, and his cultivation had reached the seventh level of Nirvana.
This person is Tang Zhuo, the closest disciple of the Third Elder.
"Which senior sister is it?"
He asked aloud, with a proud expression on his face.
The young disciples around him all laughed ambiguously and kept saying joking words.
"I don't know. That senior sister said that as long as I tell my senior brother, he will understand."
Mu Feng looked serious.
"Is it Junior Sister Wang?"
With a smile on his face at this moment, Tang Zhuo hurriedly raised his hands to everyone and said, "Everyone, I'm sorry to be with you."
"Haha, Senior Brother Tang, just feel free to go. We can all understand if you don't come back tonight."
A disciple said with a smile at this moment, which also caused laughter from the people around him.
Tang Zhuo couldn't hide the pride on his face, begged for mercy again and again, and then left the hall with Mu Feng and came outside.
"Junior brother, where is the senior sister you mentioned?"
"I took my senior brother there, but my senior sister said she was afraid of being seen, so she found a secluded place."
Mu Feng said.
Tang Zhuo felt even more happy at this moment. Could it be that he would become a man tonight?
The two of them came directly to the foot of a small hill, one after the other.
There are all spiritual plants planted around here. As a landscape, it is really very hidden.
"Junior sister, I'm here."
Tang Zhuo called softly at this moment, with an impatient look on his face.
But Mu Feng's expression suddenly turned cold at this moment, and he suddenly took action while Tang Zhuo didn't notice him.
There was a flash of golden light, and his long sword suddenly touched Tang Zhuo's throat.
"Junior brother, what are you doing?"
Tang Zhuo stretched out his hands and finally realized something was wrong.
"It's not interesting. I just want to ask where Yu Bingbing is, or dead."
Mu Feng said coldly, without any nonsense at all.
But when Tang Zhuo heard this, he suddenly laughed.
He had already seen that the junior brother in front of him was not the person he knew. After all, this person's cultivation level was a little higher than his.
"This brother, it turns out that he is here for our junior sister Yu.
It's a pity that junior sister will soon become the leader of our family, so you won't have a chance."
"But there are many junior sisters in our Chiyang Shen Sect. If you like anyone, I can help you make peace with them. Why bother wielding swords and guns?"
Mu Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold at this moment, and he said in a low voice: "Stop talking nonsense, I will only ask you once."
As he spoke, he gently moved the sword forward, causing blood to flow from Tang Zhuo's throat.
But Tang Zhuo knew that if he spoke out, he would not have a good life in the sect, so he continued to persuade him: "Brother, why bother? There is no grass anywhere in the world."
"And this is the Chiyang Divine Sect, do you really think you can rescue Yu Bingbing?
It's really not worthwhile to sacrifice yourself for just a furnace. How about I introduce my sister to you..." Before he finished speaking, Mu Feng's eyes suddenly condensed, and he held the long sword in his hand.
He took it back and then stabbed it hard.
A golden ray of light flashed in the air, as fast as lightning, giving Tang Zhuo little time to react.
But after all, Tang Zhuo was also a leader among the inner disciples. At this moment, a red light flashed across his body, and his palm was covered with a layer of crimson holy essence. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the sword blade.
The surrounding air suddenly heated up, and even the leaves of the spiritual plant next to it withered.
He knew in his heart that as long as he persisted for a moment and made some movement, this person would never be able to escape.
But before he could shout, he saw that the long sword originally held in his hand suddenly disappeared.
"Huh?"
He couldn't help but scream, but felt a coldness in his chest, and then severe pain hit him.
The long sword had now penetrated half an inch into his chest, and blood was dripping down along the blade.