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The only thing that Shang Zifeng was sure of was that this group of black-clothed men were definitely not at the Master Stage.

No sect would be able to have such a strong foundation by dispatching dozens of Maharet Realm cultivators as thugs all of a sudden.

Otherwise, cultivators with great statuses like Ling Changfeng and Xuan Cheng would not have become the lofty Four Elders in the Yuxu Sect.

As everyone knew, other than Shang Zifeng, who was an exception, only people at the Master Stage or above could control their profound energy, the strength of their profound energy, and achieve the effect of hiding their true strength.

At the same time, only those who had reached the Channel Opening Stage or above would be able to see through the strength of cultivators who were weaker than themselves.

After reaching the Spirit Building Stage, one's spiritual sense would be able to increase by leaps and bounds, and their senses would be far sharper than when they were at the Mastery Stage.

Because Shang Zifeng's own strength was weak, he could only see through the true strength of a person who had reached the Grand Completion Stage.

However, there was nothing they could do in the face of a master at the Maharet level.

Unless there was a day when he could step into the mantra realm.

If that was the case, anyone with a lower cultivation base would not be able to escape his notice.

Even if he was hiding his strength, it was enough to see through his opponent's true cultivation base.

To Shang Zifeng, even people with a higher cultivation level than him would not be able to see through his true strength while he was hiding his true strength. This was the uniqueness of the Nine Dragon's Art.

However, if they hadn't reached the level of a Maharet, why couldn't he see through their strength?

Unless... Unless they didn't use any force or mystical Qi!

Or perhaps, they were not martial cultivators or Dao cultivators.

Shang Zifeng suddenly thought of this.

In the Nine Prefectures, other than Martial Arts and Dao cultivators, there was also someone like this.

They had never practiced any kind of cultivation mantras or mystical arts. They did not have any inner strength, nor did they have any mystical Qi. All they had was ordinary inner strength.

Inner strength controlled their movement, saber, fist, leg, and even their sword arts.

After reaching a certain level of cultivation, although one was unable to transcend tribulation to become an immortal, one would still be on par with martial arts experts.

He was a true 'martial arts expert'.

The world could not be sure of their strength.

For example, Dao Arts Taichu Stage, Kuiying Stage, Wuchong Stage, Water Divide. Any Martial Disciple or Dao Cultivator who had stepped into the realm of cultivation would be able to feel the strength of the mystical Qi as they circulated their mantra, thus determining the opponent's cultivation level.

But what about these martial arts experts?

However, it was like a dense fog. It was impossible to see through and feel through.

At a certain point, even a Channel Opening Stage cultivator would frown at this.

Shang Zifeng had already categorized this group of black-clothed men as this category.

To an unfathomable opponent, the hidden dangers within were immeasurable.

"Second brother, what do we do now? "How about …"

Ying Tian didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning behind his words were already clear.

If that means we can't deal with these people, then we might as well think of a way to escape right now!

"No. We can't just leave. Furthermore … "I can't leave either …"

Just as Shang Zifeng finished speaking, Ying Tian felt a cold light flash from the corner of his eyes.

Immediately after, a large machete hacked down from his side.

Shang Zifeng had noticed it the moment the man rushed over.

In the beginning, Mu Zining could deal with the four black clad experts single-handedly with ease.

But gradually, his strength seemed to fall behind his heart.

Although the grizzly disciple used his full strength, he couldn't immediately end this battle in a short amount of time, nor did he have the time to care about Shang Zifeng. Thus, he could only fight as he advanced, forcing the black clothed man to stay as far away from Shang Zifeng and the rest as possible.

However, he was still unable to stop the fish that was caught in the net to attack Shang Zifeng.

Shang Zifeng's reaction was extremely fast at the moment. He threw the snow ball at Ying Tian, and with a flash, rushed to Ying Tian's side, raised his hand to block, instantly blocking the blade that had fallen from the black-clothed man's hand.

Then, he took advantage of the emptiness and shouted to Ying Tian, "Leave this to me! Take Snowball and leave first! "

That person was naturally Leng Sha.

The black clothed man harrumphed, "Trying to run? It's not that easy! "

The black clothed man's movements became even faster, waving his big machete and attacking towards Shang Zifeng!

Shang Zifeng did not want to be outdone, so he tried his best to block the attack. As he did so, he shouted at Ying Tian once again, "What are you standing there for, hurry up and run!"

Seeing Shang Zifeng being so nervous, Ying Tian knew that staying here with his own ability would not help much.

Thus, he put the snowball back into his arms, hurriedly ran to the bedside and carried Leng Sha on his back.

"Second brother, you have to be careful!"

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to run outside and see the situation clearly, he stopped.

Looking at the three laps and the three laps in front of him, Ying Tian was a little dumbfounded.

"With so many people blocking the way, where am I supposed to escape?!"

Shang Zifeng did not expect that Ying Tian, who did not have any strength, would actually not even know how to run!

However, when he looked outside, he was also stunned.

A group of black-clothed men who were originally on the same level as the Pixia Palace's disciples had actually arrived. Now, the number of people in the Pixia Palace was completely overpowering.

As for Mu Zining?

The original four people turned into six. They were now at a loss on what to do.

Even the people from the Pixia Palace started to retreat step by step, and two of them had already fallen, no one knowing if they were dead or alive.

The battle on the field had become a one-sided one.

Although Shang Zifeng was shocked, he did not give up.

He began to rapidly circulate the Nine Dragons Encyclopedia within his body, and the pale golden mystical Qi gradually rose. As he exchanged blows with the man in black, various aspects of his strength gradually revealed themselves.

The black clothed person's eyes clearly darkened. Although the expression under the mask was unknown, one could still see the seriousness in his current mood from his tightly furrowed brows.

This brat had some cultivation experience!

As the man in black thought about this, his attacks became heavier and heavier.

Although Shang Zifeng didn't even have a suitable weapon, with two empty hands, he still exchanged blows with the black-robed expert with the sharp blade. However, relying on the profound energy protection and his instinctive movement skill released by the Nine Dragons Truth Technique, he wasn't at a disadvantage.

While they were fighting, Mu Zining took the time to glance at Shang Zifeng.

After seeing Shang Zifeng's performance, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

During the day, she heard from the maid that Shang Zifeng had only used one move to knock him out, so Mu Zining did not take it too seriously.

After all, Zhou Shucai was just a small character in her eyes.

To an expert of Wuchong Stage, the level of strength that was not even at the Taichu Stage was naturally nothing to her.

However facing this group of black-clothed men, Mu Zining immediately felt that they were not ordinary people.

Thus, when they saw that Shang Zifeng did not show any signs of being defeated while fighting against the black clothed man, they could not help but find it hard to believe.

Most importantly, Shang Zifeng's body was currently enveloped in a faint golden light, which allowed Mu Zining to immediately recognize that this was the effect of releasing his profound energy.

It was the first time in her life that she had seen light gold colored profound energy.

At the same time, he also noticed that Shang Zifeng had yet to enter the country.

Even cultivators who had yet to reach the Taichu Stage were unable to do so.

He couldn't help but be speechless again.

However, Mu Zining was relieved very quickly.

Mu Zining had always thought of Shang Zifeng as the rich young master of a rich family, so she didn't think of the background of a noble family.

Because when she had first met Shang Zifeng, Mu Zining knew that Shang Zifeng did not even have a single bit of martial arts, let alone condense profound energy.

Let alone three moves and four moves, he probably wouldn't even be able to withstand a normal move from the man in black.

Therefore, even though the current Shang Zifeng was still far inferior to Mu Zining, it caused Mu Zining's eyes to light up, and she thought to herself: "This guy actually cultivated a Dao mental cultivation method, this is truly beyond her expectations!"

At the same time, he had some expectations for Shang Zifeng's future development.

Ying Tian continued to stand there, dumbfounded, with Leng Sha on his back, at a loss of what to do.

Because Mu Zining and Shang Zifeng were using all their strength to resist, currently, no one was attacking him.

However, this situation did not last long. Soon, three men in black clothing broke out of the encirclement and rushed towards him.

"Wow!" Three more scoundrels charged forward! Feng Feng, you can do it, Feng Feng, you can do it! Beat these bad guys to death! "Damn it!"

If Shang Zifeng could understand the incomparable excitement of snowball shouting at him, he would definitely be so angry that he would vomit blood.

[I'm going all out here, but you acted like nothing happened. Not only did you not plan to help me, you're even cheering me on like you're watching a show.

Shang Zifeng frowned.

If this continued, no one would be able to escape.

In a moment of desperation, he immediately thought about the palm technique that accompanied the Nine Dragons Sword Technique.

There was no other way, he could only treat it as if it was a fight to the death.

Shang Zifeng dodged the black clothed man's attack and immediately moved to the side of the black clothed man. After locking onto the black clothed man's following movements with a slight flash of his eyes, he raised his right hand and grabbed onto the black clothed man's arm, restraining the black clothed man from hacking at him.

Taking advantage of this short period of time of respite, Shang Zifeng s left hand flipped for half a second, and in that instant, the faint golden colored Profound Spirit Qi continued to roll and condense in the center of his palm, and its color slowly turned darker.

First form of the Nine Dragons Flame Palm, Burning Heaven!

This was the name Shang Zifeng had given to the palm technique.

The black-clothed man only felt his vision blur as a bright golden light exploded in front of his eyes.

The strong palm wind caused the surrounding air to suddenly compress, and continuously surged towards the center of Shang Zifeng's palm. In the end, it fused with the original profound energy.

At the same time, Shang Zifeng's palm shot towards the black-clothed man's chest!

This brat … Sensing the strong energy wave heading towards him, the man in black's eyelids twitched.

The right wrist holding the blade turned, following that, his arm shook and immediately broke free from the bindings on Shang Zifeng's right hand.

At the same time, he shifted to the right rear and raised his long blade once again. With an extremely strange curve, he circled around half a circle and ruthlessly slashed at Shang Zifeng's left arm.

Penetrating the direction of Shang Zifeng's palm strike, the black-clothed man's attack was also extremely fast, and it accurately met Shang Zifeng's palm strike.

Without even thinking about it, it was clear that he was going with the flow.

This blade will definitely cut Shang Zifeng's left arm.

As a result, Shang Zifeng's left arm would definitely not be able to be saved.

The man in black sneered, but his hand speed did not decrease at all.

In his view, in the next moment, Shang Zifeng's arm would be chopped off by him.

The only things that could satisfy the bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty people who continued to kill everyday were their opponents' blood, screams, and the fear in their eyes when they were on the verge of death.

This kind of twisted stimulation was something that they had always been looking for. It was also something that they had always longed for.