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They finally understood why Yi Feng was able to teleport in the first checkpoint.

They also realized that Deng Chao's weak mark must have been related to this person.

Zeng Xian's face turned pale.

At the same time, he staggered back a few steps, his heart pounding like thunder in his mind.

The stronger one's own strength, the more one understands what kind of power is needed to achieve all this.

In short.

Such power could make him feel desperate.

If this person decided to target the Heavenly Tyrant Sect, they would be completely defenseless, not even able to hide.

After all.

Their pride, the Sacred Mountain Lair, was like nothing in this person's eyes.

And the Heavenly Tyrant Sect.

Was not exactly polite to this person.

Even.

When activating the Sacred Mountain Lair's formation, he had yelled out a desire to take Yi Feng's life.

Quiet.

The scene was ominously quiet, with an oppressive atmosphere.

Just then.

A new round of gasps arose.

With a gasp, everyone saw that Yi Feng had already reached the end of the second level without anyone noticing.

Seeing this.

Zeng Xian's heart sank.

Under the intense pressure of the other party's overwhelming strength, he almost wanted to run away.

But.

Could the monk escape the temple?

If that was the case, it might be better to wait and see.

If this person wanted to pursue the matter of activating the formation, then he would take the blame himself.

On the Star River Diagram, Yi Feng directly arrived at the second level's transfer gate.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes focused on the transfer gate of the third level.

After a while.

A white-robed youth appeared.

He looked dashing and carefree, his expression calm, and he exuded no aura at all.

This state of returning to simplicity made everyone's pupils contract.

Indeed.

A super expert!

As for Yi Feng being the Yi Feng from the Hundred Refinements Sect, by now, even those from the lower sects were aware.

So regarding Yi Feng's identity, everyone present was not surprised at all.

"Oh."

"Everyone already came out before me?"

Yi Feng looked at the crowd and muttered softly.

It seems I wasted too much time on the second level.

But who cares?

He wasn’t here to compete for the first place, just to go through the motions. As long as he could drag it out until Shi Qingwu closed her breakthrough and earn the remaining immortal crystal, he'd be satisfied.

Thus.

Yi Feng walked towards everyone.

What he didn't expect was that everyone was looking at him with strange expressions, and the place was eerily quiet.

Yi Feng frowned.

He rubbed his nose.

Very uncomfortable.

Seeing that everyone was still staring at him, he opened his mouth and said, "Why are you looking at me? Are you waiting for me to start the arena competition?"

"How do we compete?"

"Can we choose our own opponents freely?"

"Are there any rules?"

No one responded to Yi Feng's words.

This made him even more uncomfortable, feeling like he couldn't sit still or stand still, always wanting to do something.

If it's a free choice, then let's have an arena battle between the two of us?

Yi Feng randomly looked at someone and tentatively asked.

Hearing this.

That person's eyes widened, cold sweat dripping, and he immediately knelt on the ground.

"Uh?"

"Is this a surrender?"

Yi Feng frowned, remembering that cultivators were usually proud and unyielding. Why was this person so spineless?

He couldn't help but scan the crowd again.

As his gaze swept by, everyone was trembling, stepping back, their faces turning purple, fearing to be chosen by Yi Feng.

"Why are you afraid of me?"

"Do I look scary?"

Yi Feng frowned.

Could it be that his sixty-level mastery above the Golden Immortal realm was known?

"How about you?"

Yi Feng randomly looked at another person.

That person instantly froze, his eyes turning red, tears almost spilling out.

Oh, my grandfather.

You can kill the Heavenly Tyrant Sect's mountain guardian beasts in seconds, why did you pick me?

Thinking of this, the person's legs went soft, his eyelids fluttered, and he immediately fainted, unable to be woken up even with a pinch to the nose.

Yi Feng was even more confused.

Just then, Zeng Xian stepped forward, bowing deeply with respect.

"Zeng Xian pays his respects to the senior."

He lowered his head to the extreme, and Wang Yiyun and Luo Yuan following behind him did the same.

"Who are you?"

Yi Feng looked blankly at this old man.

"Reporting to Senior, this is Zeng Xian, the ancestor of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect."

Wang Yiyun lifted her head and quickly explained.

"Oh?"

Yi Feng's eyes lit up slightly.

The ancestor of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect?

The ancestor of a sect personally came to pay respects to him?

It seems that not everyone in the Heavenly Tyrant Sect was completely ignorant.

There were still people who could recognize his identity as a Golden Immortal plus sixty-level master.

No wonder everyone was so afraid of him. It seems that his strength as a master was indeed exposed.

Yi Feng felt rather proud.

At one time, he was just a vendor running a martial arts gym in Pingjiang City.

And now.

Even a sect's ancestor had to respectfully call him senior in front of him.

However.

Feeling the old ancestor's glance, Yi Feng's pride instantly faded.

Because this old ancestor wasn’t much, right?

Seems so weak.

Feeling proud because a weak sect was being polite to him? That would be too LOW.

But since the other party was so polite to him, he had to respond politely to match. So Yi Feng replied politely, "So you are the ancestor of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect, no need to be so courteous."

After saying this.

Yi Feng gently raised his hand to help Zeng Xian stand up.

This made Zeng Xian tremble, his breathing accelerating, his eyes flashing with intense gratitude.

He had originally come to seek Yi Feng's pardon.

But he hadn't expected Yi Feng to not mention the formation's matter at all, but instead treat him so politely.

This made him extremely flattered.

"Then, do I still need to compete in the match?"

Yi Feng asked.

"Of course not, of course not!"

Zeng Xian quickly said.

"Oh, that's great."

Yi Feng's face showed a hint of joy. He had never been interested in the competition, wasn't it just to earn those fifty thousand?

"Then I'll leave, how do I get out?"

Seeing that he could leave, Yi Feng didn't hesitate at all.

"Uh... this, you can only exit by going back through the second and first levels."

Zeng Xian said with a difficult expression, explaining that due to the safety mechanism of the Sacred Mountain Lair's design, once the formation was fully activated, the lair would automatically assume the sect was under attack. Therefore, all teleportation arrays would be closed during this period, and one could only enter and exit via the first and second levels.

Unless the formation was turned off.

But activating the Sacred Mountain Lair was relatively easy, deactivating it was much harder.

At least he and the other elders present couldn’t do it; they would need Deng Chao to bring another lair jade slip and coordinate to shut it down.

"Alright."

Yi Feng nodded, ready to leave, but seeing that everyone wasn’t moving, he couldn’t help but look back and ask, "Aren’t you guys leaving?"

"We...won’t...be leaving."

Everyone immediately tried to force smiles and waved their hands.

They couldn't help but grumble: Sure, you can come and go as you please, but we can’t do that.

"Okay, as long as I remember the route, then I'll leave by myself."

Yi Feng nodded and walked towards the exit of the third level. He took a few steps and seemed to remember something, stopping in his tracks.

"Oh, right, I caught a few little beasties in the second level, but I don’t need them now. They look too ugly to eat, so I can’t be bothered to take them back. I'll just leave them here, please take care of them for me, okay!"

As he said this.

Yi Feng opened his storage ring.

One by one, bound tightly Immortal Realm beasts were thrown onto the ground like pigs.

"Goodbye!"