Three days is a short period of time, and the news is enough to spread hundreds of thousands of miles, or even farther.
On this day, the sky in Qingyang Town was still overcast with clouds, as if a heavy rain would fall at any time.
Cai Wan'er was escorted to the square in the center of Qingyang Town, which used to be the busiest place in Qingyang Town, but now it is dead silent.
Chen Ping was in an empty house by the side of the square, looked up at the sky, and said softly, "It's going to rain!"
Behind Chen Ping were Ma Song and Liu Xiaoqing, and the guardians sent by Ma Jiaxin for the young master Ma Song also came.
The one sent this time was a monk from Juying Dingfeng, who had been silent all the time.
As for Ye Hongling, he also brought a group of monks from the Tianshan Gate to guard.
"Senior brother Liu, do you think he will come?"
Ma Song hated Chen Feng because he killed his relatives.
"If everything is right, he will definitely come!"
Chen Ping sighed in his heart, sometimes people are really strange.
Chen Feng was able to slaughter his entire family back then, but now he can do his best for his daughter.
Such a person, even if he is a wicked person, should have a trace of kindness in his heart.
It took three days for the Great Desolation Sect and so many powerhouses to make arrangements. Even if Chen Feng really is the powerhouse of gathering spirits, as long as he dares to come, there is no possibility of escaping.
"Senior, if he was your savior, would you help him!"
Chen Ping glanced at the spotted tiger on one side. If this fourth-order mysterious beast insisted on taking action, it would be a huge trouble.
The piebald tiger's answer was very direct, without any hesitation!
This is the case in the blood of profound beasts, there is revenge for revenge, and kindness for kindness.
Chen Ping sighed helplessly, even if he had a weak connection with the yellow-haired mob, it would not be easy to control the fourth-order mysterious beast.
Ye Hongling came over and said something lightly.
"Pill Master Liu doesn't seem to want to see Chen Feng die in Qingyang Town!"
Chen Ping glanced at Ye Hongling, did this woman see what he was thinking?
"He seems to be here!"
In the distance, a huge dark cloud suddenly rolled over.
Using Cai Wan'er as the bait, although he was sure that Chen Fengfeng would appear, he never expected that he would come so soon.
Accompanied by this dark cloud, is a faint phantom.
This person was the one who chased and killed Chen Ping and the others a few days ago, but now he is not the deity, but the phantom of the primordial spirit.
Chen Feng is really a strong man who gathers spirits. At this time, he looks completely different from the previous few days.
Seeing Chen Feng's primordial spirit, those monks in the Infant Gathering Realm around him who still wanted to hunt him down looked rather ugly.
There is more than just a gap between the Baby Gathering Realm and the God Gathering Realm.
Of course, if you hold a treasure, it will be different.
The Dingfeng of the Infant Gathering Realm holding the supreme treasure can also display the cultivation of the God Gathering Realm, but that is still not the real God Gathering Realm.
"Chen Feng!" Elder Huang of the Great Desolation Sect is among these people, the only Juying Dingfeng holding the treasure. His aura can't compete with Chen Feng, but fortunately, what Chen Feng appears at this time is only a primordial spirit.
"You slaughtered Qingyang Town, and you lost your conscience. How do you explain this matter?"
Unless it is a last resort, no one is willing to really be an enemy of a god-gathering powerhouse.
Wasn't the hand that appeared a few days ago just a tentative attack?
"My deity, act, why do you need to explain!"
Chen Feng's voice was very cold. In his eyes, these people were nothing but ants.
It's just that when his eyes fell on the figure in the square, he froze slightly.