The reason the Glazed Tile School has this rule is because in the past, a thief impersonated an ordinary martial artist and stole one of the three Glazed Tile Energy Crystals from their sect.
Enraged, they dispatched a large number of martial arts experts to capture him, but unfortunately, this thief was skilled in magic, making him extremely strange!
They were completely outmaneuvered by the group of experts, leaving them feeling extremely frustrated.
This one incident shocked the secular martial arts world. The glass crystal gemstone is said to contain a large amount of energy, which is very useful for cultivation.
"Well, sir, please wait here while I go in and ask my master for permission to come in."
Murong Tian was somewhat helpless; he should have known this sooner. So he spoke to Yang Feng.
"No."
With that, Yang Feng waved his hand and walked straight inside.
"Stop! You can't go in." Seeing that he was actually going straight in, the two young guards shouted and blocked Yang Feng's way, trying to stop him.
but!
Yang Feng did not pause at all, but suddenly unleashed a powerful aura and charged towards them, sending the two of them flying backward and crashing into the sect's main gate.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 162 The Glazed Tile School
In the main hall, supported by vermilion pillars, the floor is paved entirely with white marble, making it very smooth, and the surrounding walls are all made of glazed tiles engraved with patterns.
In the magnificent main hall of the Glazed Tile Sect, the sect leader Leng Feng and five powerful elders were gathered, discussing the martial arts tournament next month.
"Hey, each martial arts gathering is worse than the last. I think we should just skip it; it's a waste of time."
At this moment, an elder in his sixties, gently stroking his long beard and somewhat thin, sighed softly and said.
"Indeed, there probably wasn't much benefit in the past. Our sect is not lacking in cultivation treasures, and there's nothing good to buy there."
Beside him, a younger elder, probably in his forties, spoke up:
"By the way, speaking of cultivation treasures, I wonder how Tian'er, Ruo'er, and the other six are doing, and whether they have obtained the rare treasures from Yunmeng Mountain."
“It doesn’t matter if they didn’t get it. Just treat this as a learning experience for them. Otherwise, it won’t work if they stay in the sect all day cultivating and don’t care about worldly affairs.” A plump middle-aged woman said softly.
"Something terrible has happened!" Just then, a disciple dressed in white cloth suddenly rushed in and exclaimed in alarm.
Sect Master Leng Feng, his eyes sharp as blades, looked at the disciple, his sword-like brows furrowing slightly, and asked, "What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"
The disciple, panting slightly and hunched over, still looking terrified, spoke:
"An outsider has broken into the sect! Many disciples have been injured by him! Sect Master, elders, you must go and take a look!"
"What?!" Upon hearing this, the gaunt old man's eyes flashed with a sinister glint as he said, "Someone actually dares to trespass on my sect!"
Before he finished speaking, the old man stood up and transformed into a streak of light, rushing out of the main hall at lightning speed. The five people behind him, including Leng Feng, exchanged glances for a second before also quickly heading outside.
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"ah......"
Yang Feng walked on a stone bridge, his hands in his pockets, his steps never faltering. His cold eyes seemed to pierce through people's hearts, and his aura was extremely terrifying.
The dozen or so disciples, holding their long swords, retreated involuntarily as Yang Feng slowly approached.
"Brother, why are you doing this? These are my fellow disciples! Why are you hurting them?!"
Murong Tian followed closely behind Yang Feng, but dared not make a move, so he could only question him.
He deeply regretted bringing this person to his sect.
"I didn't even lift a finger, so how could I have hurt them?"
Yang Feng chuckled and entered through the sect's main gate with his hands in his pockets. He used his aura to blast away those who tried to stop him.
"You... In short, you should leave here now, or you won't be able to leave once my master and the elders come out."
Murong Tian felt aggrieved, so he had no choice but to offer some words of comfort.
Even if he is strong enough to defeat a peak Xuan-level expert, so what?
The sect leader and elders are all above the Xuan rank, so stopping this person shouldn't be too difficult!
Moreover, the sect still has formations left over from previous generations, specifically designed to defend against attacks from external enemies.
"That's not necessarily true."
Yang Feng's lips curled into a slight smile as he slowly uttered the words.
Although the chaos within him had suffered immense damage to its origin and entered a dormant state, unable to provide power to Yang Feng again, the last electromagnetic cannon in the system's storage space was enough to destroy all defenses and obstacles.
At the same time, he also understood why he was able to defeat Bei Yan's warrior at the Shuangyue Bay Hotel before, because the power of chaos was transmitted through his anger.
Therefore, he now needs the aura of sorrow and resentment and the power of blood to restore his chaotic state. As for the aura of blood, he'll take it one step at a time, unless they make the first move.
Yang Feng had sensed a hint of sorrow and resentment in Murong Tian, but it was still far from enough. What he needed was an ocean-like force, but Murong Tian's was merely a few drops of water.
"Who dares to trespass on my Liuli Sect!" At this moment, the gaunt old man rushed out with a powerful voice, appearing in front of more than a dozen disciples on the opposite side of the bridge, his face very stern.
"It's Elder Gou! Elder Gou has arrived!"