Genius Sword Immortal - Chapter 707

[Chapter 707 Master Wen Lu]

The current Ye Feng is worried about not being able to cultivate enough, and he does not have the Heavenly Spirit Stone, so he cannot activate the Transboundary Teleportation Array.

However, now, at the Zen conference in Tianzhu, what is about to be discussed is something that can cross over to another realm, which makes Ye Feng extremely fortunate, this trip is really right.

Although I don’t know what the world-breaking thing is, listening to Master Nachan’s tone, it seems that he attaches great importance to it.

Even this time the Zen conference is not open to the public, and even some ordinary disciples of Huanxi Zen are not eligible to participate. You must know that in the past, Zen conferences were all people who wanted to go, of course, the premise was that they belonged to the disciples of Zen.

Those who came to attend the Zen conference were all Zen masters with profound cultivation, and they were very influential in the field of practice in Tianzhu.

Perhaps because they both belong to the Zen sect, the Huanxi Zen sect invited people from other Zen sects to come over to discuss the things that break the world.

From Poshe’s translation, Ye Feng learned that the key to the Zen sect’s desire to obtain the things that break the world this time lies in one person. That person is Zen Master Wenlu. .

Ye Feng had never heard of this person’s name, nor did Po She.

In Huanxi Zen, this matter is regarded as a secret within a secret.

The cold night is coming.

There was an ambiguous atmosphere in the entire valley where Huanxi Zen Buddhism was located, and many women were brought in to serve the distinguished guests who came to attend the Zen Buddhism conference.

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

If someone came to ask, Po She would tell the other party that Ye Feng went to the toilet.

And his actual purpose is to thoroughly explore the entire site of the Zen Buddhism. Because of the presence of consciousness, it doesn’t take too long, even just walking around once.

If he can achieve the purpose of coming to Tianzhu this time, Ye Feng doesn’t even need to wait until tomorrow, he can leave this place overnight.

After walking around the entire Huanxi Zen Sect, Ye Feng did not find any suspicious places, except for a pagoda where many monks were imprisoned.

After thinking about it for a while, he came to the periphery of this pagoda, Xun Ying Xianzun tapped lightly, and sneaked into it with a few “swoosh”.

This pagoda is guarded by many cultivators with a high level of cultivation, but none of them noticed Ye Feng’s invasion.

“Master Dead Branch, Zen Master Wenlu, I wonder if I can find one of them…”

Ye Feng thought to himself and floated up the stairs lightly.

In this pagoda, there is a monk or other cultivator detained on each floor, and some of them are not low in cultivation. Even on the mahogany stairs, you will see a lot of Huanxi Zen disciples patrolling, and the guards are extremely tight.

Ye Feng couldn’t recognize who was imprisoned on which floor at all. He had never seen either Master Dead Branch or Zen Master Wen Lu, so it was quite troublesome to find them.

Soon, however, he found himself worrying too much.

Because the entire pagoda has a total of eighteen floors, and nine monks are imprisoned, only one of them is Chinese, and the rest are all Tianzhu monks.

Ye Feng was invisible, hiding on the eighteenth floor of the pagoda, the top floor.

At first glance, the person detained on the top floor was a monk from Hua Kingdom in his fifties, who was closing his eyes and resting.

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

“Master Withered Branch? Zen Master Wenlu?”

Ye Feng was a little suspicious, and through the wall, he cast a wonderful fairy sound on the Huaguo monk in the room.

In Tang Xuefeng’s narrative, Master Dead Branch was an old man twenty years ago, and his cultivation was far more profound than Tang Xuefeng. And the Chinese monk in front of him, his spiritual sense detected his cultivation base only about a hundred years ago.

The appearance of a cultivator may become younger because of his deep cultivation, but this cultivation is rarely retrogressive, or it is abolished and re-cultivation.

This possibility is equally unlikely.

Therefore, the possibility that Monk Hua Guo is the Master of Dead Branches is very slim, but Ye Feng still asked aloud in order to see the reaction of the other party.

As soon as he heard Ye Feng’s eight-character questioning voice, the Huaguo monk in the room opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were soft, but deeper, he was tenacious and full of energy.

The monk looked at the door of the room with some doubts in his eyes, but saw that the two old monks guarding him did not open their eyes. Obviously, the two old monks were not calling him.

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

who is it?

Monk Hua Guo was a little confused.

“I’m here to save you. If you are one of Zen Master Wenlu or Master Dead Branch, please nod your head.”

Ye Feng’s wonderful fairy sound continued to spread.

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

It’s just that the other party seems to be very young after listening to the voice. At this age, he can actually use the method of sound transmission. This is too incredible, right?

The most important thing is that Ye Feng used Mandarin Chinese, which made the monk feel cordial all of a sudden.

Slowly, the monk nodded.

In the next instant.

Swish!

The faint blue sword light suddenly flashed, Tai Chi Void Sword!

Monk Hua Guo’s eyes lit up, and then he saw the two old monks with deep cultivation who were guarding him, and their throats were slit by a series of sword lights without the ability to resist, and fresh blood was sprayed out.

Immediately afterwards, a bright white flame flashed, and the extremely flaming fireball quietly burned the two bodies to the ground, leaving no slag behind.

A powerhouse with a hundred years of cultivation is completely scum in Ye Feng’s eyes now.

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

When the monk Hua Guo saw Ye Feng appearing like a ghost, he couldn’t help being a little surprised and couldn’t help standing up.

He never thought that someone would come to rescue him when he was imprisoned in the most heavily guarded place in Tianzhu Zen Sect!

“Dare to ask, are you Zen Master Wenlu?”

Ye Feng looked at the other party, and asked with a delicate fairy voice.

“It’s the old man.”

Monk Hua Guo nodded slowly, frowned slightly and looked at Ye Feng: “I don’t know who the little brother is, who is the teacher?”

“I’m from China, and I want to find Master Dead Branch.”

Ye Feng said, and took out a red cassock cloth found in Putuo Mountain: “Because someone told me that this is something from the Zen Buddhism, so come and have a look.”

“Ugh.”

Zen Master Wenlu sighed, with vicissitudes in his eyes: “That is Lao Na’s master, who was taken captive here ten years ago, and now he has returned to bliss…”

The Dead Branch Master is dead!

Ye Feng was stunned, he never thought that Zen Master Wenlu was actually a disciple of Master Dead Branch.