Genius Sword Immortal

Chapter 707

Now Ye Feng is worried that he is not good at cultivation and has no spirit stone to activate the cross-border transmission array.

However, at the Tianzhu Zen conference, what is to be discussed is actually something that can cross the boundary. This makes Ye Feng very happy. This trip is really right.

Although I don't know what it is, listening to the tone of the Zen master, it seems that he attaches great importance to it.

Even this time, the Zen assembly is not open to the public, even some ordinary disciples of Huanxi Zen are not eligible to participate. You should know that in the past, Zen meetings were always there if you want to go. Of course, the premise is that you belong to the disciples of Zen.

All the Zen masters who came to attend the Zen conference were very influential in Tianzhu.

Maybe because they all belong to Zen, so joyful Zen invited other Zen people to come and discuss things about breaking the boundary.

From POSHE's translation, Ye Feng learned that the key to the Chan sect's desire to get the things that broke the world this time was a man named Zen master Wen Lu, who was closely guarded and locked up in a certain place of Huanxi Zen.

Ye Feng has never heard of this person's name, nor has POSHE.

In joyful Zen, this matter is regarded as a secret among secrets.

The cold night came.

The whole valley where Huanxi Zen is located is full of ambiguities. Many women are brought in to serve the guests who come to attend the Zen meeting.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Feng slipped out of the room quietly.

If someone came to ask, she would tell the other party that Ye Feng had gone to the toilet.

His actual purpose is to thoroughly explore the whole territory of Huanxi Zen. Because of the presence of divine consciousness, it doesn't take long, even if you just walk around once.

If he can achieve his goal of coming to Tianzhu this time, he can leave the place overnight without waiting for tomorrow.

After circling the whole Huanxi Zen sect, Ye Feng did not find any suspicious places, only a pagoda where many monks were held.

After thinking about it, he came to the outside of the pagoda. The quick shadow fairy trace stepped lightly and "Shua Shua" sneaked into it.

The pagoda is guarded by many high-level practitioners, but no one finds Ye Feng's invasion.

"Master withered branch, master Wenlu, I don't know if you can find one of them..."

Ye Feng thought in his heart, and floated along the stairs.

On each floor of the pagoda, there is a monk or other practitioner. Some accomplishments are not low. Even on the mahogany stairs, there are many Huanxi Zen disciples on patrol. They are very closely guarded.

Ye Feng doesn't know who is being held at any level. Master wither twig and Zen master Wenlu haven't seen any of them. It's quite troublesome to find them.

Soon, however, he found himself thinking too much.

Because the whole pagoda, with a total of 18 floors, has nine monks, only one of them is Chinese, and the rest are all Tianzhu monks.

Ye Feng is invisible, hidden in the 18th floor, the top layer of the pagoda.

At first glance, at the top of the room is a 50 year old Chinese monk, who is keeping his eyes closed. Outside the room, two monks with 100 years of cultivation are guarding.

This guard force is much stronger than those on the floors below.

"Master withered branch? Master Wen Lu

Ye Feng is a little suspicious, across the wall, to the Chinese monk in the room to display the magic immortal sound.

In Tang Xuefeng's account, Shizhi master was an old man 20 years ago, and his cultivation was far more profound than Tang Xuefeng. The Chinese monk in front of him, however, was only about 100 years old when he was detected by his divine sense.

The appearance of the cultivator may become younger because of his profound cultivation, but this practice is rarely retrogressive, or the practice is abandoned.

This possibility is equally unlikely.

Therefore, it is extremely unlikely that the Chinese monk is a master of withered branches. However, Ye Feng still made a query in order to see the response of the other party.

At the sound of Ye Feng's question, the Chinese monk in the room suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were soft, but his eyes were more tenacious.

The monk's eyes with a little doubt, looked at the door of the room, but saw that the two old monks guarding him did not open their eyes, obviously not the two old monks calling him.

Moreover, the two old monks did not notice the sound.

Who is it?

The Chinese monks are confused.

"I'm here to save you. If you are one of Zen master Wenlu or withered branch master, please nod your head."

Ye Feng's Fairy voice continued to spread.

This time, the Chinese monk could be sure that he was not hallucinating, but that someone was talking to him, and his voice came directly into his ears.

It's just that the other person seems to be very young. At this age, he can use the method of voice transmission. Is it amazing?Most importantly, Ye Feng used Mandarin, which made the monk feel cordial.

Slowly, the monk nodded.

In the next moment.

Shua Shua!

Dark blue sword light suddenly flashed up, Taiji void sword!

As soon as the Chinese monk's eyes lit up, he saw the two old monks who had been guarding him with profound accomplishments. However, they were unable to resist. A series of sword lights cut their throat, and fresh blood was sprayed out.

Then, the bright white fire flashed, and the extremely flaming fireball quietly burned out the bodies of the two people, leaving no residue.

The strong man with a hundred years of cultivation is just a scum in Ye Feng's eyes.

Then, Ye Feng appeared at the door of the room wearing a black shirt. He looked at the Chinese monk in the room more than ten meters away, still holding the blue sword in his hand.

Seeing that Ye Feng's body appeared like a ghost, the monk of the state of China was surprised and could not help but stand up.

He never thought that he would be held in the most closely guarded place of Tianzhu Zen Buddhism, and someone would come to rescue him!

"Dare to ask, are you Zen master Wenlu?"

Ye Feng looked at the other side and asked in a smart fairy voice.

"It's me."

The Chinese monk nodded slowly, frowned slightly and looked at Ye Feng: "I don't know who the younger brother is, who is the master?"

"I'm from China. I want to find master withered branch."

Ye Feng said and took out a piece of red cassock cloth that was found in Putuo Mountain: "because someone told me that this is something that loves Zen, so come and have a look."

"Alas."

Hearing Lu Chan Master sighed, his eyes were full of vicissitudes: "that's my master, who was captured here ten years ago, and now his soul has returned to bliss..."

Master deadwood is dead!

Ye Feng was one of the stupefied. He didn't expect that Zen master Wenlu was the disciple of master withered branch.

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