The stretches of mountain forest up and down are wrapped in green woods.
The small town at the foot of the mountain was originally just a station for pedestrians to visit, but now the streets are filled with warriors hanging swords and carrying swords, giving it a more martial arts atmosphere.
Not only Diming Hall and Hailou Hall, but also Zhongyun Hall and even many individual travelers from all over the world gathered here.
Dongwulin has been under the joint rule of the three halls for many years. There are rarely any large-scale fighting and fighting, and most of them are just to watch the excitement.
Occasionally, people from Diming Palace and Hailou Palace would bump into each other, and they would start fighting if something went wrong...
People on the street also moved their positions wisely and allowed the two waves of people to fight for enough. When the fighting was almost done, they would leave separately.
These are just small fights. When the two sides actually go up the mountain and start fighting, it will be a fatal fight.
“Don’t you know a good dog doesn’t block the road?”
On the street downstairs, the swordsmen of the Diming Palace were clashing with the gunmen of the Hailou Palace. There were about ten people from both groups with angry faces and fierce looks.
"You know that good dogs don't block the road, why don't you get out of the way, grandpa?"
"Do all the seals in your Hailou Palace have such stinky mouths? They are so ugly! They stink so bad!"
"Hey, I see you are the toad yawning, you have such a loud tone! You have done something wrong, and now you dare to show off and cause trouble?"
"Explain clearly what you are sorry for! Who knows if your [Chao Xinjun] fell into a cave and died and is now out to blackmail someone?"
"You're looking for fucking death!"
Upon hearing this, the Hailou Palace disciples rushed forward to fight.
"Are you afraid?"
The swordsmen of Diming Palace pulled up their sleeves without saying a word.
The two groups of people fought together and soon blocked the market. The warriors from the two nearby temples heard the sound and quickly rushed over to join them.
The noise is endless.
Han Feng and others ordered two tables of food on the second floor of the restaurant and looked at the scene on the street.
Wei Qingqingqing looked at the scene below and asked:
"Sir, don't we need to stop them from fighting?"
Han Feng put a piece of meat into his mouth and chewed it carefully:
"If we have to take care of this kind of thing, then we will be too busy. Just stop the final fight."
As he said that, Han Feng put his consciousness into his mind.
[Mission: Prevent the decisive battle between Diming Palace and Hailou Palace on Xueyang Mountain]
[Reward: First-grade peak follower—Ning Daoqi]
The task is not too difficult, but it is the type that Han Feng likes. If you continue to collect powerful followers like this, you will soon be able to gather a huge combat power.
"The troops of the two palaces should be gathered tomorrow. The battle should be a headache for us tomorrow. I hope they don't have the talent to show off."
As he spoke, another card was spinning in Han Feng's mind.
[Mission Experience Kanan Feng Bu Jing]
The horses galloping to the north are so arrogant, and they sing until the south wind dies.
An innate warrior with an extreme temperament, a paranoid man born purely for love, and the owner of the Scroll of the God of Armor and Martial Arts.
People in the world have different opinions on Nanfeng Bujing's character, but no matter what, his deeds such as going to the Demon World Pagoda alone, causing a massacre in the gathering place, challenging the world for thirty days on the road of no return, etc. are enough to prove Nanfeng Bujing's strength.
Even in the innate realm, he is considered capable.
I currently carry two innate experience cards, but they are enough to cope with most situations.
Especially if you have the Luohu experience card in hand, if the boss on the opposite side goes directly to the battlefield, you can just kill the enemy and capture the flag.
With thousands of thoughts in his mind, Han Feng took a bite of rice:
"Everyone, let's eat first. We won't have such leisure time later."
Everyone smiled knowingly.
At this time, two swordsmen in white robes came up from downstairs.
A man and a woman look handsome.
Although his martial arts aura is restrained, he cannot hide it from Han Feng and other martial arts masters.
To Han Feng's surprise, the sword aura of these two people gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
This is... the blood of the sword?
The man among them saw how extraordinary everyone in Han Feng was and simply walked over.
The woman wanted to reach out and grab the man, but he pulled her over instead.
"Hey, brother Ji seems to have a distinguished bearing. I was fascinated by him at the first sight, so I brought my roommate here to get acquainted with him. I won't disturb you, right?"
The two of them stood at the two tables where Han Feng and others were sitting. They behaved in a dignified and elegant manner, which made it hard for people to feel disgusted.
Han Feng looked up at him and took a sip of wine:
"Sorry, it's quite intrusive."
Dongfang Bubai, who was sitting next to Han Feng, couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
The man in white robe looked a little embarrassed, but he quickly calmed down and sat down:
"Hey, when we go out to travel around the world, what we want is to disturb each other. I'm Bai Jianxing. This is my roommate Bai Jianxin. Let's make friends."
His surname is Bai, and he has this strong sword bloodline...
"Has everyone eaten?"
Han Feng raised his eyes and glanced at the desktop.
"It's ready."
Wei Qingqingqing responded, and the others nodded.
Immediately, Han Feng stood up and led everyone away.
"friend?"
Bai Jianxing also wanted to stop Han Feng.
However, Han Feng only said "Goodbye" and went downstairs.
The atmosphere is awkward.
Bai Jianxin asked softly:
"Second brother, what are you doing?"
Bai Jianxing's face also darkened:
"Your second brother is not just looking for trouble... The skills of this group of people are so terrifying that I can't even see through any of them. The situation in Dongwulin is now dangerous, so we can't help but pay attention."
"They are so skilled in martial arts...you still dare to provoke them?"
"Hehe, my sword heart is the best at distinguishing between good and evil hearts and sensing dangers. Although these people have mysterious origins, they are not evil sycophants. We are not in any danger."
"Tch, sensing danger, isn't that just cowardice?"
Bai Jianxin accidentally revealed her mental activities. When she came to her senses, she found that her second brother was staring at her fiercely...
"What did you say?"
"Hey, it's nothing. Let's go sit down and order food."
…
Han Feng and others left the restaurant, walked out of the town, and walked towards Xueyang Mountain.
Dongfang Bubai said softly behind him:
"Sir, the brother and sister seem to have some doubts about our identity."
"Ha, we are not good people to begin with. Isn't it normal for people to doubt us?"
"Then do you want it?"
"No need, things are constantly changing in Xueyang Mountain now, and mutual suspicion is normal. We will leave after handling the Xueyang Mountain incident. We don't need to care about the opinions of ordinary people in the world."
"As commanded."
Suddenly, Kuangtu Yan, who was exploring the road ahead, stretched out his hand and pulled out a man in black from the tree.
Wearing an iron mask on his head, he exudes a strange aura.
"Oh? Sure enough...there are also rats from the underworld hidden here."
This Netherland disciple was pulled out by Kuangtu Yan. Feeling the terrifying aura exuded by Han Feng and his group, he was like a mouse that strayed into a tiger's den and did not dare to speak.
Han Feng was indeed smiling and walked up to him:
"Don't be nervous, I just have something to ask you, okay?"
This Netherworld disciple lost all courage and stumbled back:
"Yes Yes……"
Later, Han Feng took out two masks and handed them to Yan Kuangtu and Xiong Ba, who took them and put them on.
When this Netherworld disciple saw this, he was immediately horrified.
The origins of these two masks are... Canglong and Qinglong who died in Qiuli Valley.
"Look, do they look like people from the underworld?"
"Qinglong! Master Qinglong!?"
The Netherland disciples were suddenly shocked and looked at Han Feng:
"Then you are?"
Han Feng chuckled and patted his shoulder.
The ultimate goal of coming to Xueyang Mountain is not to defeat the two palaces with force, so... it is very important to understand the movements of the dark earth.
"What are you still hesitating about? Take me to see your leader."