C28

Early in the morning, the first ray of sunlight shone upon Qingping Town. Tie Lang, who had been training in a room in the backyard of the Big Dipper Martial Arts School all night, suddenly opened his eyes. Two rays of light flashed across his eyes. He muttered, "Qingshu, wait for me! I'll come and save you right now! "

With that, Tie Lang jumped up.

In one night's time, he had already adjusted himself to his peak condition. He pushed open the door and strode towards Feng Zhixiong's residence …

Even though Qingping Town was not considered large, it was considered a relatively large town in Jincheng City. The main street in the center of the town was filled with carriages. On both sides of the street, there were many shops, and the sounds of people buying and selling could be heard.

Today was the day the Leng Clan's son, Leng Feng, was getting married. As for which woman he was going to marry, very few people knew. The Leng Clan had always dominated the status of the number one clan in Qingping Town, and Leng Feng had even been a member of the Black Wood Stronghold since young. He was an outstanding disciple among the Black Wood Stronghold's young disciples, and his fame was extremely great. Therefore, this time's wedding, the Leng Clan not only sent out invitations to the few leading figures in the surrounding towns, but also invited people from the Black Wood Stronghold to attend.

In the past few days, the number of guards around the village had also increased by several times.

Even though their relationship wasn't good, Leng Sanjiang still sent a message to the Chase Dojo. With Feng Zhixiong's personality, he obviously wouldn't buy it, and he definitely wouldn't participate. Not only did the other party oppose the Grand Preceptor's Martial Arts School, Feng Zhixiong also felt that this disaster had something to do with the Leng Clan. Not only was the red sulphur mine completely destroyed, even the iron blood in the mine was directly buried. Feng Zhixiong was also severely injured. Later on, he realized that Iron Wolf and Qing Shu had also gone missing at the same time …

The losses sustained by the Grand Preceptor's Dojo of Limits were immeasurable! Although there was no clear evidence that the Leng Clan had done it, Feng Zhixiong knew clearly in his heart that there was no one else other than the Leng Clan.

After the incident, Feng Dao and the great black yak had insisted on staying. However, it was only under the pressure of Feng Zhixiong that they were able to report to Jincheng City.

On the day before the wedding, Feng Zhixiong was even more surprised that Iron Wolf had returned! He finally understood the whole story from the Iron Wolf. This infuriated Feng Zhixiong, and he swore to himself that he would not let this matter rest!

He had originally thought that Iron Blood would go crazy after being killed and Qing Shu robbed. However, what was out of his expectations was that even though Tie Lang appeared to be extremely angry, his conduct was still incomparably calm and collected.

"The Leng Clan might really fall under the hands of Iron Wolf …" After seeing the reappearance of Iron Wolf this time, Feng Zhixiong did not know why, but he suddenly had a thought that even he could not believe …

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Leng Jia Village was located in the southwest direction of Qingping Town. The courtyard was tall and imposing. Numerous guards were patrolling around the Leng Clan, paying attention to all kinds of suspicious situations.

In front of the courtyard's entrance, it could be said to be packed with cars. It was bustling with noise and excitement as people came and went, and there was an endless stream of people entering and leaving the place. The person who had come to attend the wedding must have had some sort of identity. Leng Sanjiang and Leng Feng, the father and son, were receiving the guests at the entrance. Leng Sanjiang's face was full of smiles as he greeted every guest who came. Leng Feng was dressed in a happy attire with a large red flower on his chest. He also appeared to be valiant and had an extraordinary bearing.

"The family head of Qian Jiang Town's Shi family is here!"

"Gu Yang Town's Wei Yuan Martial Arts School!"

"We're here at Qingping Town's Grand Preceptor's Martial Arts School!"

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Feng Zhixiong walked in front with six disciples behind him. They arrived at the door and handed over their name tags.

"Hmm? Could it be that the Grand Preceptor's dojo is here to cause trouble? " Leng Sanjiang's face could not help but turn cold. However, the people from the Grand Preceptor's Dojo of Limits were dressed strangely. All of them wore black costumes, with a black conical bamboo hat on their heads. Even Feng Zhixiong was no exception.

"Oh, so it's Director Feng. Quick, invite him in! "I wonder what the rest of the group are dressed in today's clothes …" Although Leng Sanjiang was extremely dissatisfied with Feng Zhixiong, he still walked a few steps forward and greeted him with a cold voice.

"Don't you know about the explosion that occurred a few days ago? In my dojo, Vice Instructor Tie and a few other disciples are buried under the ground. It is time for my dojo's mourning ceremony. "It's not good for you to not participate in Patriarch Leng's joyous event. That's why …" Feng Zhixiong answered with a heavy expression.

"Oh!" So it was like this. Thank you so much, Director Feng! My Leng Clan also deeply sympathized with the red sulphur mine disaster. Come on, sit inside! " It was then that Leng Sanjiang understood. Although he felt awkward, he could not say anything.

Feng Zhixiong cursed Leng Sanjiang's hypocrisy and viciousness in his heart.

"Hmm? "This person's aura …" Leng Feng's gaze suddenly landed on a slightly skinny disciple of the Martial Arts School. He could not help but think, "The killing intent of this person is so strong that it actually resembles that fellow's. But it shouldn't be, right? I saw him fall with my own eyes. Moreover, this person's body contained a fire type spiritual energy, which was quite different from that brat's aura. That kid was only at the second level of the Genuine Force at that time. No matter what, he couldn't have reached the fifth level of the Genuine Force in a few days. "

With his Spiritual Martial Force, Leng Feng keenly felt that the aura of this disciple was somewhat similar to Tie Lang's, but in the end, he still did not dare to believe it.

In fact, this disciple was Tie Lang.

Last night, Tie Lang had broken through again and reached the fifth stage of the Genuine Force. His strength had increased by a lot again. Just now, when he saw the Leng father and son out of the corner of his eye, he could not help but take action. The killing intent he emitted was coincidentally discovered by Leng Feng.

Fortunately, Tie Lang was able to control his emotions in time. He followed behind Feng Zhixiong and quietly entered the inner hall of the ceremony, looking for a place to sit. This was why he didn't reveal anything.

After about an hour, the sound of drums in front of the Leng Residence's gate resounded, and firecrackers could be heard. Not long after, Leng Feng entered the wedding hall with a face full of joy and satisfaction.

It was also a sign that the auspicious hour was approaching. All the guests had smiles plastered on their faces as they waited for the newcomers to pay their respects. However, the Leng Clan seemed to be waiting for someone important, and Leng Sanjiang stayed outside the gate to welcome them.

Despite the bustling atmosphere, no one noticed that Tie Lang was conversing with Little Dan through divine sense.

"Have you found Qing Shu?"

"Yes, it's in the west wing! I looked around me condescendingly. Aside from the large number of people here, there were also many female servants shuttling back and forth in the west wing. As he approached, he found that it was indeed the place where the bride dressed up. The bride was none other than Qingshu. She's crying very hard! "

Iron Wolf couldn't help but clench his fists when he heard Little Can's voice, a cold light appearing in his eyes.

"It's about time. In another quarter of an hour, you can begin!" Tie Lang transmitted to Little Can.

"Good!" It's my forte to set the fire. Don't worry boss, I'll definitely let the fire flourish! "

Last night, little Can had taken the initiative to make a soul contract with Tie Lang, and Tie Lang obviously wouldn't object. The ceremony went according to the method Little Rascal remembered, and went very smoothly. Now, Iron Wolf had become Little Can's boss. Within a certain distance, the two could communicate through divine sense and no one would be able to hear them.

It was unknown why, but a strong feeling of unease surged from Leng Feng's heart.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked in the direction of the main martial arts school. Feng Zhixiong and the other six disciples were there, dressed in strange clothes. There was nothing strange going on. Soon after, the servant he sent to the west wing also came back, saying that everything was normal there and there was nothing suspicious at all.

"Did I overthink it?" "I feel like something is off somewhere …"

"Hahaha …" I have long heard that Master Leng Feng broke through to the Spiritual Martial Force three years ago. However, there are many things that cannot be figured out. This time, Young Noble Leng's wedding is just at this time, I wonder if Young Noble Leng Feng can teach me a little? " Just as Leng Feng was filled with doubt, Feng Zhixiong's loud voice rang out from a corner of the wedding hall, instantly reaching everyone's ears.

Everyone's eyes immediately followed the voice and focused on Feng Zhixiong.

"You're here?" Leng Feng's expression turned cold, but he did not say anything. Leng Sanjiang, who just walked in, could not help but feel his heart sink, and thought to himself: "What exactly is Feng Zhixiong doing? Was he really here to cause trouble? Hmph, so what if you're a Spiritual Martial Force Cultivator? Feng Er had already broken through to the Spirit realm three years ago, so her strength is naturally above yours. Moreover, Second Uncle and the others would soon arrive. When the time comes, it will definitely be a good show for your Big Dipper Martial School! " "Oh, it's the Wind Director!" Today is a happy occasion for my Leng Clan, and Feng'er is a newcomer today. The auspicious hour is approaching, how can we make a move at this critical juncture? It's better for the Wind Hall not to make fun of this junior! "

"Are you joking? How could I, Feng Zhixiong, joke around with such a junior? Could it be that your son hasn't reached the Spiritual Martial Force and you are bluffing in order to raise the status of the Leng Clan? Or is he afraid and afraid to fight? " Feng Zhixiong continued to shout loudly.

Such a blatant challenge would cause Leng Feng to lose his cool no matter how patient he was. For a hot-blooded young expert to be called afraid of battle by others, how could Leng Feng swallow his anger and continue to endure?

"Alright then!" Since Curator Feng is interested, let's go outside and have a spar! However, if I am unable to stop myself and am unable to harm you, then please forgive me! " Seeing Feng Zhixiong speak ill of him, Leng Feng did not refuse and walked out.

The Leng Clan had suffered a terrible defeat in the martial competition this time. Feng Zhixiong was Qingping Town's only Spirit Master Cultivator. He was also planning to establish his might on Feng Zhixiong to save the Leng Clan's face. The people who came today were all reputable figures. If they were to bully Feng Zhixiong in front of everyone, it would definitely make him, Leng Feng, and even the Leng Clan, look even more glorious!

"Alright!" Feng Zhixiong gave a loud shout, and his body abruptly stood up as he quickly rushed outwards …

When the crowd of guests saw the liveliness, they also came to the courtyard to watch.

Seeing that Leng Feng was already standing in the yard, Feng Zhixiong did not bother to stand on ceremony and raised his palm. A white Qi light, about ten feet in length, shot out from his palm towards Leng Feng.

"Come at me!"

Leng Feng also threw out an equally simple punch. A purple colored light that was 1.5 zhang in height and aura stronger than Feng Zhixiong's shot out!

BOOM!

The air trembled violently, and the two streams of spiritual energy collided violently with each other. The spectators couldn't help but take a step back.

"The attack power of a warrior at the Spirit realm is too strong!"

"Exactly! "When will I be able to cultivate to the Spirit realm and attack from the Spiritual Qi's outside?"

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In just a split-second, the two of them had already exchanged three blows. In terms of momentum, Feng Zhixiong was completely at a disadvantage. Whether it was the attributes or quantity of spiritual energy, he was inferior to the opponent. However, it was fortunate that his movement and speed was very strange. It could actually make up for his deficiency in his offensive abilities. He was on par with Leng Feng.

"Fire! Quick, put out the fire! " Suddenly, a panicked cry came from the east!

Almost at the same time, a loud shout came from the north, "Fire! "Fire …"

Without any warning, a huge fire started in the four directions of the manor...

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