"Hmm." Yang Feng glanced at the woman, then turned to leave, leaving behind a curt remark, "I suggest you don't go in."
"Why?" Bai Di's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and her phoenix eyes looked at Yang Feng with a look of doubt as she asked.
However, all she got in return was Yang Feng's silence.
Perhaps, he didn't know why either, because there was something inside that made Yang Feng feel flustered and even afraid!
Yes, I'm scared!
Yang Feng is currently in a demonic state, defying the heavens and fearing nothing from them.
But there was something in there that terrified him!
This comes from the profession of "mercenary," specifically the innate sixth sense.
This skill is something that even martial arts practitioners and even immortal cultivators do not possess.
After seeing Yang Feng leave, the martial artists were secretly delighted, as if they had seen a pile of gold and silver treasures, and headed towards the huge sect gate.
Bai Di, standing at the back, kept hearing Yang Feng's words echoing in his mind. He hesitated to go in.
She watched as all the martial artists entered the massive sect, her beautiful eyes flickering with hesitation.
"Fortune favors the bold. If I don't even have this much courage, how can I talk about unifying the martial arts world?" Bai Di gritted her teeth, a determined glint in her beautiful eyes, and then leaped into the sect's main gate.
Yang Feng walked towards the outside of the formation, trying to leave this place.
Suddenly, they discovered that the space was sealed off.
They are unable to contact the outside world.
trap!
This is a trap!
Yang Feng's pupils contracted slightly as these thoughts flashed through his mind.
Once the blue fragment, which is the memory fragment, is obtained, the formation will be truly activated!
"Interesting. Who on earth was so bored as to set up this formation, wanting to wipe out the experts of this era?" Yang Feng roughly guessed that those who entered this formation were basically martial artists with strength above the middle level in the martial arts world.
If a group of martial artists here were to perish, the strength of the martial arts world would once again plummet.
"Do you think you can trap me with this formation alone?"
A cold smile appeared on Yang Feng's lips as he unleashed his divine sense to analyze these ancient inscriptions.
He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, completely shutting out everything from the outside world, and began to break the formation.
"You don't have the ability to leave the True Martial Realm."
Suddenly, a voice rang out in Yang Feng's ear. "Urban Super Full-Time System"
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Chapter 667 People of the True Martial Sect?
The voice rang in Yang Feng's ears, immediately stopping his attempt to break the formation.
Who is it?
Yang Feng suddenly stood up, his brows furrowed, and looked back.
There stood a young man dressed in white, with a handsome face, sharply defined features, and a pair of deep, weathered black eyes beneath his sword-like eyebrows.
He held a blue-red longsword, like a peerless sword god, his aura restrained, and he looked very calm.
"I am the True Martial Sect, the guardian of all ages. Anyone who sees the true form of the True Martial Sect shall die!"
"Because the True Martial Sect is not something that you chickens and dogs can touch. You don't have the chance to leave here."
The boy's cold eyes, seemingly having seen a thousand years, stared directly at Yang Feng.
However, he was still somewhat surprised, not expecting that someone in this place could withstand the treasures in this vast sect ruins!
They even considered breaking the formation!
This was the first time in a thousand years that he had ever seen such a person.
He couldn't see through the man in red in front of him.
At the same time, Yang Feng's gaze was also very solemn; he couldn't see through this young man either.
"If you can defeat me, I can open the hole in the formation today and let you leave."
The young man smiled faintly. He was really overthinking it; the martial arts world was getting worse with each generation.
Everyone here is a Heaven-rank martial artist, what does he have to fear?
The man in red was simply doing something different from ordinary people.
In reality, they are still about the same.
"Enough with the nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight." Yang Feng shrugged and said indifferently.
"Ants, how dare you utter such words? Below the dragon, all are ants!" The young man's face was icy cold. He leaped into the air, and fifteen golden dragon patterns immediately shone around his body. He slightly extended his large hand, forming a huge claw of internal force that seemed capable of tearing through the void, and instantly struck Yang Feng's face.
Yang Feng simply stood there, gazing at him indifferently, without making any move.