The disciples of Zhenwu Hall were completely bewildered, not knowing what Feng Teng Daoist meant by knowing or not knowing.
What exactly gave Feng Teng Dao Ren such courage to speak so arrogantly in front of Zhenwu Hall? He has no one to blame but himself; he truly doesn't know what's good for him!
"Old man Feng Teng, if you push your luck any further, don't blame us for disregarding the feelings of the Flying Flower Sect. Do you really think you're someone important? If it weren't for the Flying Flower Sect Master's repeated pleas, how could the mere Hidden Moon Sect have survived until now? It would have been crushed by this palace long ago, hmph!"
The previously composed Feng Teng Daoist, upon hearing the words "considering the friendship of the Fei Hua Sect," immediately became enraged, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and retorted:
"You bully your master with your power! What kind of worthless Flying Flower Sect is this? After today, you're not even worthy to carry my shoes! And your True Martial Hall too, get out of my way! A good dog doesn't block the way!"
The usually timid and cautious Feng Teng Dao Ren seemed like a completely different person in front of everyone, extremely tough. The group of Yan Yue Sect disciples behind him listened with great enjoyment, but the Zhen Wu Hall disciples in front of them could not stand it. As disciples of the number one sect of Sheng Ren Qiu, when had they ever suffered such humiliation?
Especially the person who humiliated them, who had been submissive and obedient before, turned ruthless in an instant. This undoubtedly made the disciples of Zhenwu Hall feel that they had suffered a great humiliation. Putting aside the Zhenwu Hall, everyone present could not tolerate it. When did Feng Teng Daoren become such a fickle and treacherous person?
"You're courting death! Form formation! Six Harmonies Iron Fist!"
Six disciples of the True Martial Hall, under the command of the leading disciple, stood in their respective positions. Then, spiritual energy surged, and a dark blue fist, as tall as a person, slowly condensed in front of the six of them. The surrounding space rippled with distortion, and the imposing force was overwhelming. Then, at the disciple's command, the dark blue iron fist roared and shot towards Daoist Fengteng with fierce momentum!
"Senior Brother!"
The six people in front of him had an average cultivation level comparable to that of Daoist Fengteng and Qi Hu, not to mention the support of the formation. This black iron fist was definitely not something he could withstand alone. Daoist Fengteng instantly judged the situation, and without any of his sect leader aura, he shouted at the top of his lungs!
"Huh? When did that old man Feng Teng suddenly have a senior brother?"
The disciple in charge of the Zhenwu Hall sneered, not caring at all. He controlled the black iron fist, increasing its speed continuously, and rushed over with a whoosh. Judging from this posture, he was clearly determined to kill!
Buzz!
An invisible ripple emanated from the Flower Pavilion's magical artifact, enveloping everyone silently. In an instant, time seemed to stand still. However, the members of the Hidden Moon Sect were clearly prepared and did not feel anything amiss. But the disciples of the True Martial Hall were shocked and could hardly believe what was happening before their eyes.
The black iron fist, which combined the cultivation of six people, suddenly seemed to have fallen into a swamp, moving forward at a snail's pace. Even the divine senses that controlled the iron fist felt like a lone oar in a vast ocean, as heavy as a thousand pounds. Not to mention continuing to control the iron fist, even wanting to withdraw it was beyond their power...
What's going on?
However, what truly drove the disciples of the True Martial Hall to despair was yet to come. Although the purplish iron fist was moving slowly, it had not yet collapsed and was advancing at a snail's pace. Seeing that the members of the Hidden Moon Sect were also unable to move like them, they knew that given enough time, the iron fist would eventually strike them; it was only a matter of time!
But just as this thought took root, the disciples of the True Martial Hall witnessed an even more unbelievable scene. They watched as the members of the Hidden Moon Sect changed positions, as if an invisible hand was manipulating them at will, ultimately causing Iron Fist to brush past them!
After an unknown amount of time, Iron Fist finally broke free from the constraints of the strange space, shooting out of the water with a sudden increase in speed. In the blink of an eye, he crashed into the old site of the Hidden Moon Sect behind everyone!
Rumble!
The mountain range, which already had a section cut off, was reduced to more than half by the full force of the Black Iron Fist. It was transformed from towering peaks into mounds in an instant. It has to be said that the seemingly ordinary Black Iron Fist contained such terrifying power. If it had landed on the members of the Hidden Moon Sect, they would have died before they even got started.
"Wow, I didn't realize that this little fist was so powerful!"
At some point, Li Si emerged from the magical artifact of the Flower Pavilion. He glanced at the now-razed ruins of the Hidden Moon Sect behind him, clicked his tongue slightly in a mocking tone, and then, looking at the terrified faces of the True Martial Hall members, smiled and said:
"Gentlemen, we just need a guide to take us to the Flying Flower Sect, that's all!"
Upon hearing this, the disciples of Zhenwu Hall reacted in various ways, their eyes filled with resistance or confusion, but most of them were angry. They stammered and couldn't say anything for a long time. Suddenly, Li Sisui thought of something, and with a thought, the Slow Sword Domain disappeared silently once again, as if it had never existed.
The members of the Hidden Moon Sect had already experienced it once and didn't have any major reactions. However, the members of the True Martial Hall hesitated, moved their hands and feet, and then confirmed that the strange space had disappeared. Immediately afterwards, the leader of the True Martial Hall disciples raised his hand and threw a talisman into the air without saying a word!
The talisman moved with incredible speed, disappearing in a flash, followed only by Feng Teng Daoren's exclamation from behind:
"Oh no! This guy tipped us off! Senior Brother, this is troublesome!"
Unexpectedly, the young man who suddenly appeared before them was actually Feng Teng Daoren's senior brother. They were truly ignorant; they had no idea that Feng Teng Daoren had a senior brother, and that he had infiltrated the sect without their knowledge. If the Palace Master found out, they would likely be guilty of dereliction of duty...
"You're smart to be sensible, but it's too late now. My reinforcements will be arriving soon, so you can just wait to die, hmph!"
The leading disciple of Zhenwu Hall, though outwardly fierce, was inwardly somewhat uncertain. In his panic, he had only managed to cast a support talisman and hadn't had time to record the details. Moreover, although there were only six of them guarding this place, there was actually a special array and restriction set up by Zhenwu Hall on the outermost edge of the mountain range to prevent the people of Yanyue Sect from escaping!
Otherwise, it would be somewhat unrealistic for the six of them alone to defend the Hidden Moon Sect...
Even so, this senior brother, whom Feng Teng Daoist had mentioned, slipped in without anyone noticing and is now standing brazenly in front of them. It would be impossible not to be afraid, especially after witnessing the strange space just now. They are even more afraid of this mysterious senior brother!
Right now, all they want to do is stall for time as much as possible and wait for reinforcements from the Zhenwu Hall to arrive!
"Tipping you off, huh? I underestimated you. But whatever, in that case, let's just take a stroll around the True Martial Hall first..."
Li Si sighed, his expression seemingly helpless, but his teasing tone made the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect behind him burst into laughter, especially Feng Teng Daoren, who laughed the most heartily, his laughter tinged with tears...
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