He looked at Yang Feng, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. Yet another talented young man had fallen into the demonic path.
He could sense that Yang Feng's strength had reached the legendary Heavenly Rank.
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng stood silently in place, closed his eyes, and completely concealed his aura, just like an ordinary person.
However, just getting a little closer to him, one can feel that terrifying killing intent surrounding him relentlessly.
Time passed gradually, and many of the martial artists who had stayed here left. The rest of them meditated and set up tents.
Because... they're up to something!
"Let's gamble! Let's gamble! Bets start at 10,000 yuan. Bet on how many floors this senior can challenge!" A thin young man, who possessed a trace of internal energy and was a Yellow-rank martial artist, set up his stall on the spot and began to shout loudly.
"Based on my judgment, this senior should be a Heavenly Rank expert, otherwise he couldn't have descended from the sky. So I'm betting 50,000 on him reaching the fifth level!"
"No, no, no, there shouldn't be anyone strong. The fourth level of the seven-story pagoda is already a terrifying figure of the Heavenly Rank. I'm betting 20,000 on him being able to challenge the fourth level!"
"I think he can only challenge the fourth level at most. After all, this senior seems quite young. I'll bet 20,000!"
“............”
A glint flashed in Nangong Yanran's eyes. She turned to look at Uncle Fu beside her and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Fu, what level do you think this young man can challenge at most?"
"I...I don't know. I'm only at the peak of the Earth Rank, while he's already a Heaven Rank expert. I can't judge. If I had to say one, he definitely wouldn't have lost at the fourth level." Uncle Fu stood calmly with his arms crossed.
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Chapter 601 Jiangnan Big Shot?
"No way, Uncle Fu, you think so highly of him? He's just a Heaven-rank martial artist, any one of Grandpa's men could be just as good!"
Nangong Yanran stared wide-eyed in astonishment, a look of surprise crossing her face, and said.
"Um....."
Uncle Fu nodded and turned his gaze to the young man not far away. He saw that the young man was as calm as an ancient well, as if everything in the outside world was irrelevant to him.
This was the first time he had ever failed to see through such a young man.
At this moment, Yang Feng's mind was extremely chaotic and blurry, like a paste, with only a sliver of light. This sliver of light was the last bit of consciousness he had preserved; the rest was darkness.
The second day...the third day...until evening.
Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of pear trees burst into bloom.
The sky turned gloomy, and snowflakes began to fall, as white as butterflies dancing in the air.
The silent snow fell on Yang Feng, so pure and beautiful.
Unfortunately, he stands in stark contrast to her, because he... is now in darkness.
"It's snowing..."
Nangong Yanran stretched out her hands to welcome the snowflakes falling from the sky, and looked up at the dark sky.
Low temperatures are nothing to martial artists.
The next morning, all that could be seen was a vast expanse of white, with snowflakes falling and covering everyone.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, making one feel only one word: cold.
Just then, Yang Feng opened his eyes, flashing with an extremely cold killing intent. His dark aura surged once again, and the snowflakes around him instantly melted into water droplets.
"Day four has arrived!"
The Cloth Bag Arhat walked out of the entrance of the seven-story pagoda and stopped abruptly when he looked at Yang Feng.
A look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He could sense that Yang Feng's aura was much stronger than when he first arrived.
Could it be... that he broke through?!
Yes, Yang Feng has indeed broken through to a higher realm!
Three layers of innate power!
Back then, someone at the first level of the Innate Realm was able to fight against a martial artist at the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm.
Now, if he were to face that temple maid Xiaorou again, it would be a crushing defeat!
Even when facing the enforcement officers of the Upper Temple, they wouldn't be so embarrassed.
As the saying goes, "The righteous path is one foot high, but the evil path is ten feet high!"
"Esteemed benefactor, please follow me." The Cloth Bag Arhat shook his head and sighed. He then looked at Yang Feng, whispered a few words, and turned to open the forbidden doorway.
Yang Feng suppressed the violent dark aura emanating from his body, a crimson glint flashing in his eyes. In an instant, he slowly walked away.
But at that moment, a boastful voice suddenly came from behind, abruptly stopping Yang Feng.
"Hey you, stop right there!"
Yang Feng stopped in his tracks and suddenly turned around.
One look!
A flash of crimson!