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A huge black figure suddenly rushed into the yard and stopped beside Yi Feng, intimately rubbing against Yi Feng's thigh. It was Black Flash, who had gone out to play. He had stayed in the Netherworld Tower for too long, seeing Yi Feng cultivating, he went out for a walk.

Yi Feng smiled. Even though Black Flash was a strange beast at the Grandmaster level, he was still a teenager after all. He immediately asked mentally, "Where did you go?"

"I was strolling around this courtyard. Young master, there are a lot of experts here. I have discovered at least ten places with stronger auras than me." The black tiger's eyes flashed.

"You have to settle down here. There are indeed a lot of experts. Xiao Hei, how about I take you for a stroll outside?" A slim figure appeared in Yi Feng's mind, and he could not help but reveal a gentle look in his eyes.

"Young Lord, come sit up. I have already fully recovered. Let Young Lord have a look at the speed of the black streak." Black Flash climbed down obediently. He had great confidence in his own speed.

Yi Feng did not waste time with words. He sat down on the back of the black light and gently stroked the black light on his forehead. He then said in a low voice, "Let's go."

It was not a good idea to travel at full speed inside the Xuan Dao Sect. He just carried Yi Feng and slowly walked out of the sect's courtyard.

As they passed the square, they immediately attracted the attention of the Xuan Dao Sect's disciples. The disciples instantly became excited and looked at Yi Feng with admiration in their eyes. They didn't even dare to imagine having a strange beast as a mount. Even some of the higher cultivation people in the plaza felt envious. This was a strange beast at the Grandmaster level. To be willing to be a mount for this young man was truly inconceivable.

An enormous black tiger carrying a youth in white clothes passed by the plaza. Yi Feng sighed in his heart. If he hadn't been discovered by elder Zhuo, perhaps he would still be a trash now. These people would look at him with disdain. Strength was the only way.

Without caring about the reaction of the crowd, Yi Feng and Black Tiger's figures gradually disappeared from the eyes of the crowd. Even though Yi Feng had already left, the hearts of the young martial artists still retained the image of the youth riding on the back of the Black Tiger.

Walking out of the courtyard of the Xuan Dao Sect, he pointed to the location Jing Er had pointed out. With a thought, Yi Feng launched the black streak and sped towards one direction of the Tianyuan City.

There were very few commoners in the Tianyuan City; almost all of them were warriors. There were not many pedestrians on the streets. The black streak's eyes revealed a look of excitement. Its speed became faster and faster until only its afterimage could be seen.

No matter how fast the black streak was, Yi Feng was seated on its back. However, he was very surprised. The speed of the black streak was twice as fast as his speed in the Nether Pagoda, so even if he were to use the Wind Walk, he wouldn't be able to catch up.

The martial artists on the roadside would often only feel a gust of wind blowing past them; they wouldn't be able to see the black shadow. However, there were many experts within the city. Many of them could see a giant black tiger carrying a youth in white robes flashing past. When someone saw the black tiger, they immediately had the urge to rob it. However, in the Heaven Origin City, a beast of such high quality was definitely someone with a powerful background. No one wanted to offend someone with such a powerful background.

In the time it took to brew a cup of tea, the black streak appeared in front of a huge courtyard with a complacent look in its eyes. This was the first time it had displayed its speed in front of the young master.

Yi Feng gently patted Black Flash's head and said, "Keep your aura down, just in case there's a commotion." Then, he took the lead and walked forward. When he reached someone else's territory, he might as well enter with a black streak. The black streak was rather clever, hiding his presence and following behind Yi Feng.

There were two Divine Music Valley male disciples guarding the courtyard entrance. Seeing a white-clothed youth and a black tiger walk towards the entrance, their expressions were somewhat strange. The combination of man and tiger looked very strange.

"I am Yi Feng, I am here to visit my good friend, Liu Li Jing'er, and would like to invite you in to inform you." Seeing that he was about to meet Jing Er, Yi Feng was in a good mood as he smiled at the guard.

When the two saw that Yi Feng was just a young man looking for the number one beauty of the Divine Music sect, Liu Li Jing'er, one of them teased, "There are so many people looking for Junior Jing Er like you. Forget it, you should go back. I won't see you."

Both of them were high-ranked warriors. In their hearts, Jing Er was their goddess, so how could they allow a young man like Yi Feng to blaspheme them? However, they were somewhat fearful of the black tiger behind the young man.

Yi Feng's face darkened. The two of them might look down on others, but he didn't want to call himself disciples of the Xuan Dao Sect. With a cold snort, he walked into the gate, ignoring the two.

Seeing that the young man in white didn't put the two of them in his eyes, a murderous look flashed across one of the young men's eyes as he clawed at Yi Feng's shoulder, trying to capture Yi Feng.

As if he hadn't noticed the movement behind him, Yi Feng continued to walk forward, his expression didn't change in the slightest. Just as the young guard was about to grab Yi Feng's shoulder, Yi Feng suddenly turned his head, his eyes were indifferent as he coldly said, "Scram."

Yi Feng's voice carried a strong momentum, instantly enveloping the young man. The young man felt as if the air around him had been compressed, and he was suddenly unable to breathe. The sound of "scram" was like thunder exploding in his head, once again looking at the young man with eyes filled with fear.

Yi Feng was already a beginner Martial Master, and his strength far exceeded that of a High Ranked Warrior. In addition to his strong perception, his momentum attack was not something this young man could withstand.

When the other youth saw this, how could he not know that this youth's cultivation was higher than theirs? He immediately dashed into the courtyard. It seemed that he was looking for someone.

When Yi Feng saw this, he stopped in his tracks. Since the other party had gone to look for someone and he didn't know where Jing Er's courtyard was, he might as well wait for them to come and find him.

Not long after, three figures flashed over. The one in the lead was a young man in brocade robes of about 27 or 28 years of age. After seeing Yi Feng at the door, he coldly said to the young man who had attacked Yi Feng, "Was it this man who forcefully entered the courtyard earlier?"

The guard immediately nodded his head, indicating that it was this youth. However, there was still a trace of shock in his eyes when he looked at Yi Feng.

"Hmph." The colorful-robed youth gave a cold snort, and went straight for Yi Feng. To barge into the Divine Music Valley courtyard, no matter who it was, they would first take it down. Otherwise, where would the Divine Music Valley's face be?

When the colorful-robed young man arrived, Yi Feng could tell that this colorful-robed young man was a mid-level Martial Master, but his cultivation was one level higher than his own. However, Yi Feng had no intention of retreating.

With a mental signal to the black tiger not to attack, Yi Feng smiled slightly and sent a palm strike towards the black tiger.