Yang Feng and the burly man retreated at the same time, and their feet drew a huge gully on the ground. After pulling a distance of hundreds of meters, they stopped each other.

Yang Feng's figure flashed, flew out of the gully, suspended in the air, looked down at the burly man and asked, "Do you still want to continue fighting?"

The burly man stood there without any movement. He didn't know when there was a black round wheel in front of him, constantly rotating, emitting fearful fluctuations of the law from it.

The burly man looked up at Yang Feng and sighed lightly, withdrew his fists back, and the light on his body disappeared instantly.

The burly man looked at Yang Feng and asked in confusion: "Who are you? Why do you practice the Big Dipper Seven Stars?"

Yang Feng did not answer and asked with a smile: "Why would you rather answer me a question first? Why have you opened up so many immortal orifices with the Big Dipper Seven Stars practice?"

The burly man heard Yang Feng's words and did not answer, but asked, "What are you going to deal with me?"

Yang Feng's face changed and said, "What do you want me to deal with you, fellow Fire Daoist?"

The burly man was shocked when he heard this, with an incredible expression on his face. He stared at Yang Feng for a long time before he asked tentatively: "Are you fellow Taoist Yang Feng?"

Yang Feng did not deny it and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist is really smart. He guessed my identity so quickly."

The Fire Ancestor sighed lightly and said, "To be honest, this Big Dipper Seven Stars was obtained by chance in an ancient ruin in the Immortal Realm. There is probably no inheritance outside, so the chance of meeting someone who also practices this technique is very small. And I felt a little familiarity from my fellow Taoist, so I made such a judgment. I didn't expect that after the fellow Taoist ascended, he broke through to the middle stage of the True Immortal so quickly, which is really hard to believe."

Yang Feng did not intend to tell his experience over the years and asked directly: "This is probably the result of a coincidence. Before talking about other things, please ask fellow Taoists to solve my doubts. Why are there so many tricks you have condensed?"

The old man's face changed a little, and hesitant expressions appeared on his face.

When Yang Feng saw the expression of the Fire Ancestor, he reminded: "Fellow Taoist is not a fool, he should not have any plans to hide it. After all, you have experienced my spiritual power, so we can be considered a meeting. Don't force me to use any soul-searching method on you."

The old man of Fire glanced at the Chongshui Bao Wheel floating above his head and said, "Fellow Taoist, the Beidou Seven Stars practice you practiced is actually a body refining technique I obtained from a ruin. When I started practicing this technique, I had some insights, so I compiled a reduced version for the descendants of the sect to practice, hoping to use this to enhance the strength of the Fire Sect."

Yang Feng asked: "Then what is that complete body refining technique you have obtained?"

The old man in flame said: "It is called the Great Zhoutian Technique. If you need it now, you can use it to copy it."

After saying this, the old man of Fire flipped his palm and a blue stone slab appeared in his palm, and he handed it to Yang Feng without hesitation.

Yang Feng stretched his palm forward, and a ray of green light appeared in his palm, wrapping the stone slab. After confirming that there was nothing unusual on it, he pulled him in front of him and looked at it carefully.

The stone slab is only the size of a palm, and there is no distinction between the positive and negative. Both sides are engraved with dense ancient seal characters.

After checking for a while, Yang Feng suddenly frowned and asked in a voice transmission: "If I read it correctly, the techniques recorded on this stone slab are also incomplete, right?"

"Do not blame me, fellow Taoist, I almost spent my life in that ancient ruins, and only then did I obtain the half of the "Great Zhoutian Kung Fu". As for my other half, I don't have one here." The Fire Ancestor hurriedly explained.

Seeing that the expression in his eyes changed like a false appearance, Yang Feng turned his palm, took out a jade slip, put it on the stone slab, pinched out a magic trick with one hand, and recited silently.

After counting breaths, the content of the exercises on the stone slab was completely printed in the jade slip.

Yang Feng called back the Chongshui Bao Wheel with one hand, and threw the other hand at the same time, but threw the jade slip to the Fire Ancestor.

The Fire Ancestor looked at Yang Fengyun calmly and put the original gray stone slab into the storage bracelet. The expression in his eyes never changed. He just raised his hand to take the jade slip and did not put it away immediately.

"I killed so many people on the island before, and the benefits should have been taken away, right? I would like to advise you to return from the island now. Although the puppet sect has been defeated, the counterattack before death must be fierce. What will be left to the end because of a thought of greed may only be a waste of water."

Yang Feng no longer sent a message, but spoke directly.

"Thank you for your advice, I'm just trying to do this."

The Fire Ancestor bowed and said.

This sentence is not a false statement. He had originally planned to leave here after the forbidden valley.

In fact, Yang Feng didn't say anything just now. Once the puppet gate is completely destroyed, the tasks of these people temporarily convened by Fengyu Tower will be completed and will no longer be subject to any restrictions from Fengyu Tower.

Even if they do not break out on the spot, they will inevitably kill and seize treasures after they are dispersed. Therefore, leaving first can avoid a lot of trouble.

Yang Feng looked at the Fire Ancestor deeply. When he was in the spiritual world, he felt that this person was very capable of judging the situation and was a very cunning person. Seeing him today, he felt that this person was calm and smooth, and he was far more aware of advancing and retreating than those local immortals in the fairyland.

His thoughts flashed in his mind, and then he turned his body and flew back towards the Forbidden Valley.

The Fire Ancestor looked at Yang Feng's figure as he was leaving, and his fingers repeatedly stroked the jade slip. Because he tried quite hard, the fingertips were slightly white.

"It's so dangerous, so dangerous! Why did I meet this guy? Fortunately, I'm very quick to turn my mind! You have to consider this kind of task in the future, so don't lose the big picture because of the small one!"

It was not until Yang Feng's figure completely disappeared that he let out a long breath with lingering fear and murmured to himself.

After saying that, he slowly put away the jade slip, waved his hand and took out a silver flying boat, jumped up without saying a word, and drove away with speed.

Soon, Yang Feng returned to the valley.

Looking up, eight light columns in the sky were still standing there, and the huge vortex above was still spinning slowly.

The elder surnamed Fang was still lying by the pool, showing no sign of awakening. The snow lion puppet was guarding his side with a lion head high, and did not react to Yang Feng's appearance.

Yang Feng pondered for a moment and flew from the high altitude. Before he could land, he suddenly felt a strong spatial fluctuation coming out of the white vortex above the pool.

He quickly stopped and looked upwards, and saw a white light suddenly thriving in the vortex and spinning violently.

Immediately afterwards, a figure flashed out from it and fell down.

This man was dressed in a ragged robe, covered in blood, and his body was covered with deep bone-sighted wounds everywhere. His miserable appearance was exactly the same as Elder Fang lying on the ground.

"Friends to save me...Friends to save me..."

The man immediately shouted loudly when he saw Yang Feng's figure.

Yang Feng just glanced at him, then frowned and moved his eyes to the vortex.

I saw another white light surging in the vortex, and a black figure flashed out from it.

He held a long black sword in his hand and laughed unrestrainedly: "Why leave your companion and run away first? This is not like you shouting to avenge some elders before? Haha!"

Yang Feng looked up and down at the man, and his eyes immediately fell on the long black knife in his hand.

Isn’t this the black knife that Du Mo used before and was later sold by himself in the Wuchang Sect?

"Hey, there is actually a fish that escapes the net? It's just that I'm not having enough fun, so let's clean up together."

The man also noticed Yang Feng and said with a smile.

Below his black cloak, half a slightly yellowed face was exposed, and he was wearing a metal forehead guard on his forehead, reflecting a dark blue light, but it was Zhong Ruan, one of the three leaders among the Fengyu Tower.

After saying that, his wrist turned, and the long knife drew an arc through the air and suddenly slashed.

This knife seemed to be underestimated, but at the moment it was slashed, circles of fine spiritual patterns suddenly lit up on the surface of the blade, and then black light was lit up all over. Hundreds of extremely sharp black light blades swept out from it, and flew towards Yang Feng and the old man in green robe.

Of course, most of them came for Yang Feng, and only a small number went towards the old man.

The old man, covered in scars, was already scared and frightened. While Zhong Ruan was speaking, he turned around and sat up. With the few remaining immortal power, he rapped out two silver balls, and transformed into two silver-armored puppets under a flash of silver light and blocked them in front of him.

At the same time, a blue light flashed on his body, and a set of damaged blue wooden armor appeared outside his body.

Yang Feng frowned, turned his wrist and a long blue sword appeared in his hand.

He held the sword in one hand and swept across the black light blade void.

The green light of the long sword in his hand surged, and then hundreds of green sword lights turned out, flying out in all directions, slashing towards the black light blades.

"Sharp!"

A series of sounds of metal and stone fighting sounded one after another. As the black light blade and the blue sword light intersected, the scorching sun that intersected black and blue was raised, and then they collapsed one after another, turning into two-color light dots.

"Fellow Daoist, be careful, this black blade..."
Chapter completed!