Behind him lay a blood-soaked abyss!
"ah!!"
The young martial artist who had called out to Yang Feng was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud, cold sweat pouring down his back.
"You... my master is Chen Nan Zhenren from Jiangnan. May I enter the pagoda first...?" The young martial artist felt confident upon remembering his master and quickly stood up, speaking.
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding martial artists erupted in uproar.
"What? Master Chen Nan of Jiangnan? I remember he suddenly rose to prominence some time ago and even took control of the entire underground forces in Jiangnan, driving out the Orchid Society's influence."
"Is the person you're talking about Chen Nanwang of Jiangnan? The biggest boss among big shots! I heard... he's not only a martial artist, but also a Taoist cultivator. Rumor has it that he can control wind, rain, thunder, and lightning in the air."
"This is interesting. That Master Chen Nan from Jiangnan has risen to second place on the Chinese martial arts rankings."
"There are also rumors that this Chen Nan Zhenren from Jiangnan is from Martial God Mountain!"
Hearing the surrounding martial artists discussing their masters, the young martial artist felt even more confident. He slightly raised his chin, his eyes looking arrogantly at Yang Feng, and said in a commanding tone:
"I can give you ten million if you let me into the pagoda first. You can always come back later!"
"roll!"
Yang Feng didn't intend to pay any more attention to this person. He casually raised his hand and waved it, and the blood-red shockwave instantly sent the young martial artist flying.
"boom!"
A loud bang exploded in the snowdrift, and the young martial artist crashed heavily onto the rocks, blood flowing from his body, his pupils becoming dilated, and finally losing the last bit of his divine light.
There was no sign of life left.
"Hiss~~~"
The martial artists present couldn't help but gasp, looking fearfully at Yang Feng's retreating figure.
"How domineering!" Uncle Fu frowned, his eyes narrowed, and he watched Yang Feng walk into the seven-story pagoda.
"Luckily I didn't try to rush in with him, otherwise, he might have killed me as easily as crushing an ant." Nangong Yanran was still terrified, and a cold sweat had already trickled down her back.
But she harbored a rebellious spirit; instead of disliking Yang Feng, she felt a slight interest in him.
Do whatever you want!
She believes that Yang Feng is that kind of person, fearless of everything.
It is also a form of reverence.
She also hoped that one day she could be like a man like him.
Entering the seven-story pagoda, Yang Feng looked at the magnificent surroundings and a staircase leading to the second floor. There were no safety measures in place, and the stairs twisted and turned upwards.
"Esteemed benefactor, please sign a waiver of life and death, and you may proceed to the second level." The Cloth Bag Arhat took out a piece of golden paper and stepped in front of Yang Feng.
"I won't die." Yang Feng ignored him and almost instantly appeared on the steps, starting to climb upwards.
The Laughing Buddha looked at Yang Feng, who was walking upwards, with surprise, then sighed, lowered his head, and tightly gripped his prayer beads, "Amitabha..."
Upon entering the second level, Yang Feng sensed a mental pressure, though it was only a slight one, he could still feel it.
Presumably, the higher one goes, the greater the mental pressure becomes.
Only when one is free from worldly desires and distractions can one perhaps escape the pressure of this Buddhist spirit!
"A Buddhist formation?" However, Yang Feng curled his lips into a cold smile and continued to walk up.
Soon, a site built of white jade was set up, with Buddhist Sanskrit inscriptions carved around it.
A monk dressed in golden Buddhist robes sat in meditation on the ground, occasionally raising his hands to stretch.
When he noticed someone had come, he raised his hand again and stretched once more.
"You can continue up now."
The Arhat with outstretched hands didn't even open his eyes and continued his meditation.
After all, his strength was no match for Yang Feng's, and there was no other way but to send him up directly.
Yang Feng didn't pay any attention and strode towards the third floor... Urban Super Full-Time System
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Chapter 602 Breaking into the Sixth Floor
As Yang Feng took each step, he soon arrived at the third level.
"The mental pressure has indeed increased significantly."
A cold smile appeared on his face, and his steps quickened even further.
How could such spiritual repression from Buddhism have any effect on him?
"If it weren't for the mysterious taboos surrounding this place, I would have already flown up to the third level of the arena."
A rare hint of solemnity appeared in Yang Feng's eyes. He silently thought to himself that these taboos, based on the memories in the chaos, were taboos set up by the Buddhist sect.
Even with his current strength, he still cannot break through it.
Perhaps this Buddhist pagoda was left over from ancient times; otherwise, modern martial artists would have no way of breaking through such a taboo.