Chapter 120 Longbo

Looking for the exit of the secret road, Chen Feng finally found another black hole secret entrance on a smooth stone wall.

Chen Feng carefully entered another secret passage and walked for a long time without seeing any change in the scenery in front of him. It was still the black channel. Although I don't know where I am now, I have walked in the straight and close secret path for so long. At least one thing is certain that I have come out of the scope of Fuyun Sect at this moment.

The secret path under my feet has finally come to an end. Chen Feng was relieved. It was the same as the entrance of the secret road in Fuyunzong, and a palm-sized stone was also raised on the smooth stone wall in the entrance of the secret road.

Gently twisted the raised stone, and the boulder in front of him began to move horizontally to the right. It is estimated that the reason is in the secret path that the roar of the stones as they move is particularly loud at this moment. The echo is far away in the deep secret path.

It was not until the stone gate was fully opened that Chen Feng's face showed joy, but then there was doubt. He was happy to find this escape road, but the huge underground martial arts arena had firmly locked Chen Feng's mind.

In order to avoid too much trouble, Chen Feng did not stay too much and rushed back to Fuyunzong.

The man returned to his room, but Chen Feng's mind has been staying in the huge basement under the vulture tower. What on earth is that for?

When Chen Feng was meditating, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Chen Feng replied lazily.

"Little brother, haven't you got up yet?" Luo Long's rough voice sounded outside the door.

"Brother Luo, what's the matter? So early..." With that, Chen Feng yawned and rubbed his eyes. Open the door for Luo Long.

"What are you doing? Get dressed quickly."

"What the hell is going on? In a hurry..." With that, Chen Feng stretched out leisurely.

"Don't you know?"

"What?"

"The young patriarch and the good uncle are back."

Chen Feng's eyes were wide open and he looked at Luo Long with a surprised face. According to Sun Fu, Dongfangyi will rush back to Fuyunzong in the next two days. I never thought it would arrive so soon.

Luo Long giggled and patted Chen Feng on the shoulder: "Haha... be happy. Why are you still dumbfounded? Hurry up and go to meet the young master together.

Chen Feng woke up from surprise: "Oh." Responding, Chen Feng quickly tidied up his clothes and followed Luo Long to the mountain gate.

The gate of Fuyunzong was far away, and Luo Long couldn't help speeding up a little, but before Chen Feng walked to the mountain gate, there were bursts of noise outside the door.

"Oriental righteousness, hand over the holy dragon spirit..."

"Old Li Liang, if you don't hand over the holy dragon spirit. Gan Qianzong is at a powerless with you..."

In the wave of shouting and scolding, Dongfang Yi, who was covered with blood all over his body, helped an old man who seemed to be seriously injured and stepped into the door of Fuyunzong: "Close the door!"

The disciples of Fuyunzong rushed up and forcibly closed the door. Suddenly, there were all kinds of shouts outside the door, but no one attacked or fought hard.

Chen Feng pushed away the disciples of Fuyunzong and rushed straight to the position of Dongfang Yi. Looking at the blood-stained Dongfangyi with a surprised face: "Young Master... What's wrong with you?"

Chen Feng did not pretend to be nervous at this moment. Although there was not much friendship between Dongfang Yi and Chen Feng, he was the first person Chen Feng met who did not hide his scheming and the first person to really care about himself. Although it may be pitiful, Chen Feng did feel warm at that moment.

"I'm fine. Come on, take Uncle Liang in."

The Luo brothers quickly came forward and helped Liangbo walk towards the inner hall.

Only then did Chen Feng notice the good uncle supported by the Luo brothers. Indeed, he is much more injured than Dongfang Yi, and he is dying, and I'm afraid there is only one last breath left.

Before Chen Feng opened his mouth, a 50-year-old man came out of the hall. Chen Feng was not strange. Although he only saw him once when he first entered Fuyunzong, Chen Feng was particularly impressed by him.

Even at this critical moment, the old man's eyes are still as plain as water, endlessly deep, and people can't help but be afraid. This old man is none other than Dongfang Yan, the father of Dongfang Yi and the current suzerain of Fuyun Sect!

Seeing Dongfang Yan come out, Dongfang Yi quickly took out a scroll made of some kind of animal skin in his arms and handed it to Dongfang Yan: "Father. The Holy Dragon's Secret!"

Dongfang Yan took the holy dragon formula and took a faint look. Both his expression and eyes were extremely plain, and it seemed that he did not pay attention to this thing at all.

"Help them in first." After saying that, Dongfang Yan walked straight in the direction of the gate.

Where have the disciples of Fuyunzong experienced such a battle? They couldn't help but be a little busy. They saluted one after another and reported the situation outside the door disorderly.

Dongfang Flame walked slowly to the door, looking like a bamboo on his chest: "What's the panic? Open the door!"

Chen Feng is not surprised that people like Dongfang Yan have the characteristics of not being chaotic in the face of danger, but Dongfang Yan will let people open the door, which is beyond Chen Feng's expectation.

Although he is panicked, no one dares to disobey the suzerain. With the dull creak, the door of Fuyunzong gradually opened, but the shouting outside the door miraculously stopped at this moment.

Even if people from all walks of life gather together, they can't help but be afraid of the powerful Fuyun Sect. Suddenly, the whole scene fell into a stalemate.

Unexpectedly, Dongfang Yan's laughter broke the stalemate. He saw a smile on his face and his hands clenched his fists: "Haha... I don't know if you are far away from coming to Fuyunzong."

Not only Chen Feng, but also the disciples of Fuyunzong who were present, including those of other sectarian disciples who came to the door, also looked puzzled.

Dongfang Yan stared at several Fuyunzong disciples in front of the gate with a serious face: "Who told you to close the door?"

The disciples who were scolded by Dongfang Yan seemed to be overwhelmed by the momentum of Dongfang Yan and couldn't help but retreat a few steps. He looked at Dongfang Yi with an innocent face, but no one dared to answer.

"Father!" Dongfang Yigang wanted to say something, but was stopped by Dongfang Yan.

"I believe you all came here for it."

As soon as Dongfang Flame took out the animal skin scroll, the noise outside the door sounded again. But it is no longer the unpleasant sound of scolding. Instead, I was surprised to see the legendary supreme spiritual formula - the holy dragon spiritual formula!

"Haha... Brother Dongfang, what a boldness!" Looking at the sound, an old man of the same age as Dongfang Yan came to the crowd. His figure is slightly thin, wearing a Confucian crown, a green shirt, red lips and white teeth, and a ruddy face. It has a fairy-style bone.

Dongfang Flame welcomed out: "Haha...Brother Nalan. I haven't seen you for many years. Is it good?"

"To Brother Dongfang Hongfu, there is still a tone." Listening to this person's tone, it is obvious that the comer is not good.

Sure enough, when the two walked less than two meters apart, they stopped their respective steps, and at the moment when they stopped, there was a wave around them as the center, and many disciples with low cultivation were shaken back by this wave.

The churning waves lasted for a long time before gradually calming down. The old man laughed and said, "Brother Dongfang, I haven't seen you for many years, and your cultivation is much more refined."

"Haha...each other!"

Suddenly, the old man's words turned and met the extremely domineering eyes of Dongfang Flame: "Brother Dongfang, we don't talk secretly. The old man came this time just to see the Holy Dragon Spirit."

Dongfang Yan glanced at the disciples of various sects around him: "Haha... I believe that Brother Nalan is not the only one who cares about this holy dragon formula, right?"

When Dongfang Yan's eyes returned to the old man again, his tone was much more plain: "The Holy Dragon Spirit, which I took a lot of effort to get, was given up by Brother Nalan's words. Then won't my Fuyunzong be laughed at by the people all over the world?

"What Brother Dongfang means, do you want to swallow the holy dragon formula alone?"

"There is only one holy dragon secret, and of course there can only be one person."

A trace of contempt raised at the corners of the old man's mouth: "Well, Brother Dongfang, even if the old man doesn't intervene, I'm afraid someone else will borrow it from Brother Dongfang, right?" After saying that, the old man looked at the disciples of various sects beside him. It seems that he wants to provoke other sects to attack it.

"Haha...Brother Nalan, you're old."

The old man snorted coldly: he stared at the oriental flame in front of him: "I'm old, and you're not young."

"Representatives of all sects came to visit our Fuyun Sect to make Fuyun Sect shine." After saying that, Dongfang Yan made a gesture of invitation.

The disciples of each sect looked at each other, but no one dared to take a step forward.

"Haha... Since you don't want to condescend, please tell your patriarch and patriarch. The holy dragon spirit secret is indeed in my hands. I will give you an explanation when I come to Fuyunzong tomorrow afternoon.

Before waiting for the disciples of various sects outside the door to make any response, Dongfang Yan changed his kind eyebrows and eyes just now: "The disciples of Fuyun Sect obey the order!"

"Disciples are there!"

Several other elders that Chen Feng had never seen, including Shoubo, also took orders with fists.

"Those who break into the Fuyun Sect without permission, regardless of life or death, must let him stay. Otherwise, it will spread and make people laugh at my disrespectful hospitality!" After saying that, Dongfang Flame walked towards the inner hall.

After Dongfang Flame left, the disciples of various sects outside Fuyun Sect had different opinions and were generally discussing what kind of explanation Dongfang Flame would give everyone. But no one dares to step into the Fuyunzong again!

Dongfang Yan's words were indeed very deterrent. In a moment, the disciples of various sects left one after another.

"Young master, how's your injury?"

At this moment, Dongfangyi, who was full of anger, looked at those other disciples who were still shouting to take his life, as if there was indescribable hatred: "I'm fine. It's all skin trauma. Come with me."

For Dongfangyi's suddenness, although his mind was full of doubts, Chen Feng still followed Dongfangyi and left the place that almost became a battlefield.

Along the way, Dongfang Yi did not say a word, but the rapid pace had shown his anxiety and seemed that he could not feel the pain all over his body.

The anxious Luo brothers outside the door looked in through the window from time to time. Seeing Dongfang Yi from afar, he held his fist and saluted: "Young Master."

"How's Uncle Liang?"

"I don't know yet. Qiu Chang hasn't come out since he went in."

Dongfangyi couldn't control so much, so he broke in directly. When the old man by the bed saw that the man was Dongfangyi, he quickly got up and saluted: "Young master!"

Dongfangyi grabbed the old man's hands with an anxious face: " Elder Qiu, how's Uncle Liang?"

"The situation of the young patriarch, Elder Shan... is not optimistic. I'm afraid I can't get through tonight."

Dongfang Yi suddenly was struck by lightning, holding Elder Qiu's hand tightly and gradually slipping down. Turn your head and look at the good uncle lying in **. There seemed to be endless words, but without saying a word.

The Luo brothers do not have the determination of oriental righteousness. After hearing that Elder Qiu sentenced Liangbo to death, the two immediately jumped to Liangbo's bed and cried...

"Young suzerain...what's wrong with you?" Chen Feng called several times in a row, but Dongfang Yi still had no response and looked out of the door like a wooden chicken. Chen Feng quickly supported Dongfang Yi.

Unexpectedly, Dongfang Yi put aside Chen Feng's hand and rushed out of the door. Chen Feng also chased after him.

When he chased out of the lobby door and heard the sound of Dongfangyi inside, Chen Feng stopped. Stand outside the door and wait for Dongfangyi to come out.

It can be heard from the slightly crying voice of Dongfang Yi. At this moment, it is not only the Luo brothers, but also Dongfang Yi is also sad: "Father, the patriarch of Ganqian - Lai Gebao. Together with his elders, he severely damaged his good uncle. You must avenge your good uncle!"

Dongfang Yan's tone is still so calm: "What's wrong with Elder Shan?"

"Ead Elder Qiu has seen Liangbo just now. He said... Liangbo can't live tonight."

Chen Feng thought that Dongfang Flame would be furious. After all, the dead person was the elder of Fuyunzong. Unexpectedly, what was waiting for Dongfang Yi and Chen Feng was the sigh of Dongfang Flame.

In addition to the sigh that can feel a little emotional fluctuation, Dongfang Flame's tone is calm and terrible: "Yi Er, I know you are sad. But it's not the time to take revenge."

Dongfang Yi did not answer, but the voice of Dongfang Flame came: "Yi'er, now all major sects regard me as the Fuyun Sect as the enemy. If there is a conflict with them now, it will be very unfavorable to Fuyunzong.

Dongfang Yan's words are true, not to mention the strength of Gan Qianzong, if Fuyunzong conflicts with any of its sects at this moment. It will be regarded by other sects as trying to swallow the holy dragon's secret alone. It is not difficult to imagine that it is blatantly hostile to major sects, not to mention Fuyun Sect. I'm afraid even the Tianxing faction, the No. 1 in the South China, dare not do so, right?

"Oc's it. You're tired, too. Go back to rest early."

Dongfangyi replied feebly: "Thank you for your father's concern. The child is leaving!"

Out of the lobby, Dongfang Yi ignored Chen Feng, who had been waiting outside the door, but went straight to Liang's bedroom. Chen Feng could only follow him back to Liang's room again.

At this time, the Luo brothers were still sobbing by the bedside. Seeing Dongfang Yi coming, he stood up and said, "Young Master, who beat the master like this? You told us that we should avenge our master!"

Dongfang Yi ignored the excitement of the Luo brothers, but sat by the bed and held Liang Bo's hand: "Brother Liang, do you feel better?"

"Thank you... young patriarch... love. Old man... I'm afraid I can't serve the young suzerain anymore. A simple sentence is extremely difficult in Liangbo's mouth.

"Bear uncle, I always listen to you the most. You must listen to me this time. I won't allow you to leave. Did you hear that? I don't allow you to leave. I order you as a young suzerain not to leave us!"

Liangbo struggled to squeeze out a smile: "Less...Less...Zongzhu..."

"Good uncle...good uncle..."

"Master..."

The long-depressed feelings of Dongfangyi seemed to burst out at this moment, and tears finally came out of their eyes...

Although Chen Feng and his good uncle who were just choked, this scene couldn't help but move Chen Feng. Even if Sun Fu regards Cao Wei so important, I'm afraid it can't compare with the feelings between these people in front of him.

Chen Feng supported Dongfang Yi, and his eyes began to be a little wet: "Young master, Liangbo has left. Take care of yourself!"

Luo Long grabbed the sleeves of Dongfangyi: "Young master, tell me... You tell me who killed the master. I want to avenge the master!"

At this moment, even Luo Hu, who is usually calm, is swallowed up by the pain of bereavement: "Yes, we are going to avenge the master, young master, tell us who has harmed the master!"

No matter how the Luo brothers shouted, Dongfang Yi did not answer the questions of the Luo brothers, and still quietly looked at the good uncle who had been immortal.

People from all walks of life gathered in Fuyunzong. Seeing that the war was imminent, they had to simply hold a funeral for Liangbo.

And Dongfang Yi hasn't said a word since Liangbo's death. The Luo brothers don't know, but Chen Feng knows very well that in fact, Dongfangyi is more sad than anyone else at this moment. It's just in the autumn of this sect's critical survival. Dongfangyi can only silently bury that sadness and hatred in his heart.

The death of Liangbo did not bring too much feelings to Chen Feng, but the doubts under the Spirit Vulture Tower once again occupied Chen Feng's whole thoughts.