Pushing forward and being invincible: starting from adding points in the dream

Chapter 217 How dare you give orders?
【Extreme Martial Arts: 9】

[Break limit: 32]

The next day, early in the morning.

A ray of daylight appeared outside the window, and Chen Feng opened his eyes in the courtyard house.

Information appeared on the panel, with fewer and fewer extreme martial arts and limit-breaking martial arts. He was about to search through all the martial arts gyms in the danger zone.

"We must break that space barrier as soon as possible."

The thought flashed through his mind, and he thought of the ball of innate light in the secret realm of the dead.

I don't know what type it is or what its function is.

Shaking his head secretly, he immediately stood up and walked to the window.
The sun was rising high in the sky outside, but it was not too bright, rather a little dim.

His perception quietly activated and covered everything in the surrounding area, but he still couldn't find the hidden fifth-level strongman.

“I don’t know who it is.”

The other party had no ill intentions. This was the premise that he dared to enter the dream last night.

He even suspected that the other party had already left the Lionheart Flow, otherwise he would not have failed to notice any trace.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door.

"Brother, we will go up the mountain in half an hour."

Zhao Tingxiao, dressed in a black robe, stood outside the door and reminded him, knowing that he got up late and was worried that he would miss it.

Chen Feng responded from inside the house, and without further delay, he quickly packed up, changed into black clothes, and pushed the door open.

"Brother, breakfast is ready."

"The Lion Heart School specially prepared a hundred-year-old ginseng medicine for you."

Zhao Tingxiao said, and soon someone came into the courtyard with breakfast.

There were ginseng slices mixed in the hot porridge. Chen Feng's eyes fluctuated for a moment, but he didn't refuse.

He really needed something to replenish his essence so that his Yuan Zhong awakening method could continue to improve.

Likewise, he also knew the purpose of Lionheart's flattery.

The only grandmaster is gone, and there are still many former enemies who may show up to cause trouble today, or may cause trouble in the future.

He is now considered the strongest master in the southern martial arts world, and the other party also hopes to have more good fortune and protection.

Soon, he drank porridge in silence in the courtyard.

Cao Tong and Zhao Tingxiao either stood at the gate of the courtyard looking out with complicated expressions, or sat on a stone bench nearby and looked up at the sky.

The cold wind blew, and the sky was gloomy with dark clouds gathering.

Many core disciples of the Lionheart School were dressed in solemn black clothes and tied with white cloth ribbons, and they gathered in the hall one after another.

"It's a bad weather today."

Zhao Tingxiao said something in a low voice, and Chen Feng remained silent.

The hundred-year-old ginseng medicine has a good effect. Heat flows into the body, and the Yuanzhong awakening method is getting closer and closer to the fourth level.

Until finally, when the hot porridge was eaten, Zhou Wuren and others appeared outside the courtyard gate one after another.

He then stood up and walked out.

"Let's go."

Zhao Tingxiao and Cao Tong nodded repeatedly, took their umbrellas, and followed his steps.

blah blah.

Outside the redwood gate, many eyes were looking over.

"I heard that there might be other schools showing up today, trying to cause trouble for the Lionheart School."

Zhou Wuren came closer, wearing a black Zhongshan suit and with a stern expression.

Chen Feng nodded, knowing that this was how grudges worked in the martial arts world.

“Which genres?”

"They are all big schools. They have produced masters in the past, but they have declined in recent years."

The giant elephant master, who was two meters tall and had a sturdy physique, was like an iron tower. He was dressed in a loose black suit and explained awkwardly.

"I know some of them and even owe them favors."

"Me too."

Master Whale Flow, with his fluttering white beard, looked helpless. Chen Feng could not deny this, as he knew the little thoughts of him and Master Giant Elephant.

They all have a good relationship with Grandmaster Xie.

Moreover, all masters will grow old and die, and they are also worried that if they intervene too much today, they will face a similar purge in the future when their own school loses its master.

In other words, I don't want to be the bad guy.

"I'll do it."

Zhou Wuren said in a calm tone.

Although he and Xie Xiao were not very close, they had experienced life and death together.

And
"We in the northern martial arts community have always been of the same mind. Even if I am not around anymore, the Saint Sect will speak for my Jueying School."

“Not so many twists and turns.”

He didn't think much of the Giant Elephant Master and the other one.

I also understand why the northern martial arts community has always looked down on the south.

The latter two were helpless upon hearing this. The martial arts world in the South had been divided for too long, and there were many grudges among the major schools, and the human relationships were complicated, which was completely different from the North.

"You martial arts world has so many broken rules."

Zhao Meng also spoke in a cold voice and stood beside the few people.

Martial arts are already weak and plagued by internal strife, so it's no wonder they have banned it with their cyborgs.

Since she is here today, she must support Xie Xiao's descendants and school.

It doesn’t matter whether you are in the martial arts world or not, or whether you break the rules or not.

For a moment, the two masters, Giant Elephant and Whale Flow, were speechless, and the disciples they brought with them were scratching their heads in embarrassment, not daring to interrupt the words of these senior masters.

Chen Feng saw all of this.

"Let's go."

He stepped out, seemingly not bothered by the little conflict just now, and he didn't say anything to promise what to do.

The Giant Elephant Grandmaster and his companions had different thoughts, some were embarrassed and some were disappointed, but in the end they led him and walked out of the courtyards and came to the front of the hall.

At this moment, many people are here.

Councillors of the Xiangshan City Federation, directors of large local groups, and many martial arts schools that are friendly with the Lion Heart Style.

Some people came forward and expressed their greetings warmly, nodding their heads respectfully.

It seemed as if he was not there to attend a funeral, but to take the opportunity to make connections.

Chen Feng ignored him and just looked up at the sky silently.

Gah!
A black crow appeared out of nowhere, quietly looming with a hint of malice.

“There are crows.”

Zhao Tingxiao muttered something, and Zhou Wuren and others looked at him in confusion.

Only Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into his dark eyes across the layers of sky.

Taunting, mocking, haunting.
The malice within his perception grew stronger and stronger, but soon, a wave of sadness and grief dissipated these feelings.

"Disciples, obey the order!"

"See you off, old ancestor!"

A loud roar was heard in the hall, and black-clothed disciples came out one after another and lined up on both sides.

Some people carried the coffin, and some people held yellow and white flowers to clear the way.

Tan Long and other Zhenyi Sect leaders and elders all had silent and sad expressions on their faces. Holding the black-and-white photos, they walked out of the hall and headed towards the back mountain.

"Every generation of elders and grandmasters of the Lionheart School are buried in the back mountain."

The Giant Elephant Grandmaster sighed and his mood became a little depressed.

As fellow masters, even if their friendship is limited, it is inevitable that the other party will feel grief for the other.

For a moment, everyone was silent, but finally followed the huge group of black-clad disciples and the black wooden coffin, walking towards the road in the maple forest and heading towards the higher back mountain.

Boom! !
Suddenly, there was a loud thunder.

The sky was overcast and there were flashes of lightning.

"It is going to rain."

"The weather is not good."

"No, why not say it is that even the heavens are seeing Master Xie off?"

A low conversation sounded quietly, followed by the sound of dripping rain.

The maple leaves on the trees on both sides were knocked down by the rain, leaving dense dots on the gray rock steps.

Bang!
The black umbrella opened, and Zhao Tingxiao stood behind Chen Feng, holding the umbrella for him.

Other masters and Zhao Meng, including those businessmen and politicians who saw them off, also made similar moves.

Hundreds and thousands of people crowded up the mountain, and from the sky they looked like a black torrent.

One after another, black umbrellas were opened, and only the Lionheart disciples who were carrying the coffin, as well as Tan Long and others, had their hair and clothes gradually wet by the rain. They remained silent, just lowered their heads and walked forward.

blah blah blah!

That's when.

Unusual footsteps were heard.

There were dozens of figures in the back mountain which was supposed to be deserted.

They were dressed differently, including casual clothes and robes, old, middle-aged and young people, and some even carried swords, it was obvious that they came with bad intentions.

"Tanlong, if you want to send your master up the mountain, you have to get past me first."

A gray-haired old man at the Zhenyi level said viciously, holding a black Tang sword, blocking the road.

The crowd was startled, and the team that was moving forward suddenly stopped.

"He was from the Night Blade Sect. He once had a Grandmaster, but later he had a feud with Grandmaster Xie and was seriously injured, which shortened his lifespan. He passed away more than ten years earlier."

"I didn't see them at the martial arts tournament, so I thought they had disappeared."

"Hey"

Amidst the discussions, Grandmaster Giant Elephant gave an explanation.

Chen Feng had no expression on his face, but Zhou Wuren and Zhao Meng frowned. "Tan Long, it's heaven's retribution, you Lionheart Clan have also suffered this day."

"You can go up the mountain if you want. Just face north and kowtow three times to my master, and I will let you go."

Another master of the true meaning came out, a middle-aged man with a cold and hard face and a strong physique, obviously taking the route of hard skills.

"It's the Giant Stone Sect, a school that was once as famous as the Giant Elephant Sect."

"I heard that the Giant Elephant Grandmaster still owed someone a favor, so he borrowed the real skills of the Giant Stone Gate, and then he broke through to the Grandmaster level."

The discussion started again, and the Giant Elephant Master, who was about to help stop it, froze in his tracks, and finally had to retract his steps.

"Tan Long, your master killed my master back then."

"For forty years, I didn't dare to seek revenge on him, but now he is dead, and you should repay this debt."

An old woman in a green robe holding a sword walked out. She seemed to be in her fifties, followed by two True Meaning-level people, a man and a woman.

"They are from Tianliu Sword. That person should be the last female disciple of Tianjian Grandmaster."

"Forty years, countless generations have passed away, but he never showed up at the martial arts tournament. To think he would show up now."

"I heard that a master of the Whale Body Sea Current was once saved by the people of the Sky Flow Sword when he was young."

Some famous figures in the martial arts world were also in the farewell team. Although their realms might not be very high, they were very knowledgeable and knew many past grudges clearly.

Without saying anything, Zhou Wuren just looked at Master Whale Flow who had stopped and looked somewhat helpless.

"That person is me."

After he finished speaking, people from five or six other schools appeared one after another on the stone steps leading to the back mountain.

There are masters of the True Meaning level in charge of all of them, and there is even one person who actually comes from the northern martial arts world, which makes Zhou Wuren's face gloomy.

"Oh shit."

He cursed and wanted to go up and drive the man away.

But soon.

"My dear Zhou, do you still remember me?"

A man walked out from the crowd blocking the road, with white hair and a haggard appearance.

He was wearing a grey robe and was being supported by someone.

He has the aura of a master, but not completely, as if he could fall from this state at any time.

In an instant, Zhou Wuren's face froze and his eyes widened.

"Senior Xu, you..."

"I have never begged you before, but today I have only one word for you."

The other party cupped his hands and bowed, saying, "Don't interfere, okay?"

As soon as the words were spoken, countless eyes stopped on Chen Feng and his group.

They all knew that this was the backing that would ensure the Lionheart Clan could safely survive the disaster today.

But rather.
"Grandmaster Zhou?"

Zhao Meng asked with a frown.

Grandmaster Giant Elephant and others were also curious, after all, Zhou Wuren had been extremely tough before.

"I never thought that he also had a grudge against Grandmaster Xie."

"That was Grandmaster Xu from my northern martial arts world. He once helped me and was severely injured. He almost fell from the Grandmaster realm."

Zhou Wuren said with a complicated expression.

Everyone understood, but it was clear that he was somewhat unwilling to accept it.

"Senior Xu, I owe you a favor that is hard to repay, but Old Xie is indeed my friend. Could you please show some mercy today?"

Looking over, the white-haired old man shook his head.

"My dear Zhou, do you know why I want to pursue this?"

"Junior is all ears." Zhou Wuren suppressed his annoyance and said sincerely.

"When I traveled to the south in my early years, I met a man who claimed to be invincible."

"He was so arrogant and hurt my friend, so I chased him all night to teach him a lesson."

The white-haired old man spoke calmly, looking at the coffin for the last time: "After spending several days and going through untold hardships, I was about to succeed when Xie Xiao showed up and stopped me."

"Tell me, should I ask for an explanation?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere fell silent.

No one expected that there was such a reason.

At the same time, no one expected that this would actually involve the only top-level person in the southern martial arts world, Yang Wudi.

Zhou Wuren's face gradually became gloomy, and he clenched his fists but couldn't refute anymore.

"Then why did you wait until today?"

Someone in the crowd couldn't bear to watch it anymore and asked in hiding.

The white-haired old man did not hide anything and said directly: "I can't afford to offend Yang Wudi, but he should be too busy to care about other things now."

"So, here I am."

He admitted that he was not capable of doing so, but he also did not deny that he wanted an explanation.

The crowd was silent, and the sound of rain continued.

The Lionheart disciples in the farewell team had wet hair and their clothes were in disarray. Tan Long and other elders and sect leaders looked even more dejected.

The Grandmaster's school is so glorious, but when the Grandmaster passes away, it will decline.

"Shameless old thing."

Suddenly, Zhao Meng spoke up and cursed.

The white-haired old man frowned and looked at it, and the others were also confused.

"You didn't come when Xie Xiao was here, and now that he's dead, the debt is gone. Don't you understand this principle?"

"I'm making this clear today. If you dare to take action, you will be an enemy of the Black Crystal Group!"

hum!
As she spoke, her aura surged, and her empty left sleeve moved without wind.

Zhou Wuren opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. The white-haired old man opposite him was silent for a moment and finally spoke.

"This is a matter of our martial arts world. Are you sure you want to intervene?"

"nonsense!"

Zhao Meng had a tough attitude, and Tan Long and others looked hopeful.

But, the next second.

"I'm sorry then."

As soon as the words were spoken, Tan Long and others' faces turned stiff.

Everyone looked up and saw a figure walking out of the maple forest.

He was wearing a white robe, had gray hair and beard, and was a little thin.

"Haha, Lao Xu, you finally decided to use this favor."

blah blah.

He walked over wearing cloth shoes, and his aura gradually dissipated.

One level, two levels, three levels.

The aura was even a little stronger than Zhao Meng's, and Zhou Wuren's face changed again.

"Grandmaster Wang?"

Grandmaster Giant Elephant and the others were also confused and puzzled, but they soon recognized the person.

"He is the former guardian of the Northern Saint Sect."

After these words were spoken, Zhao Meng's face became gloomy, and the mood of Tan Long and others sank to the bottom.

But unfortunately, even so.

The white-haired old man did not rush to take action, but instead shifted his gaze, finally settling on the young man in the crowd.

"Master Chen, if you are willing to watch and let go of what happened today."

"I would like to ask the Saint Sect to invite you, the Flame Tiger, to migrate to the north and allow you to see the method of the spirit."

He spoke with confidence, believing that this incredibly talented young master would make the right decision.

As long as you still have the ambition to climb the road of martial arts, you will never be able to resist such temptation.

For a moment, everyone looked at him.

Tan Long and others looked desperate, while Grandmaster Giant Elephant and others also had complicated expressions.

Migrate to the north, the method of spirit and soul.

These were the goals they had longed for in the past. Not only could they obtain the protection of the Northern Holy Gate, but they would also have a greater chance of opening the gate to the soul.

But unfortunately, they are not qualified.

"Master Chen?"

Seeing that the young man did not answer, the white-haired old man named Master Xu spoke again.

But, countless eyes are looking at it.

Chen Feng, dressed in a long black robe, just looked up at the sky silently.

Everyone was puzzled and looked up.

Outside the umbrella, in the drizzling sky.

The black crows were still circling, looking unusually abrupt.

Everyone was stunned, and then they saw Chen Feng retract his gaze and look across.

"I don't have a close relationship with Grandmaster Xie."

The white-haired old man's expression relaxed and he nodded slightly.

Zhao Meng's face changed slightly, and Tan Long and others became even more desperate. They felt that they would be expelled from the sect today and would no longer have any help.

"But I am a little curious."

"You say." asked Master Xu.

Within sight, water droplets splashed on the umbrella.

Chen Feng's eyes swept over the schools that were blocking his way one by one, and finally stopped at the white-haired old man.

"When did it become your turn in the north to interfere in the affairs of our southern martial arts world?"

(End of this chapter)