C418 Wang Wu Mountain Shifting Ceremony
C418 Wang Wu Mountain Shifting Ceremony
Chen Feng only gave Tang Loong a cold glance, not even giving Tang Loong a proper look. This made him feel extremely humiliated.
"You are indeed very strong, but a martial artist needs to be fearless and press forward with indomitable will!"
Tang Loong shouted in a low voice. He took a wrong step and bowed. Both of his palms quickly turned into white jade.
"I will use the Tang Sect's ultimate skill, the Profound Jade Hand, and then Chen Grandmaster!"
After saying that, he raised both of his palms and struck at Chen Feng fearlessly.
"What you need to be fearless about is your heart. When you encounter a strong opponent, you will become stronger. I am not asking you to seek death."
Chen Feng glanced at him indifferently, then casually waved his sleeve.
Strong wind vibrated. It was like an iron wall as it collided with Tang Loong's palms.
"Kacha!"
"Bang!"
Tang Loong and the Tang Sect's proud Profound Jade Palm couldn't even withstand a single blow from the astral wind. In an instant, cracks covered the surface of the palm.
He was also sent flying by the gale. His bones were broken and his tendons were broken. He spat out a mouthful of blood and tumbled along the mountain path.
Seeing this, Xu Dingtian couldn't bear it and let out a sigh.
"This stupid kid knows that he's no match for him, but he still wants to fight him. I'm afraid that he won't even be able to walk out of Forest City this time."
"It's time."
Old Taoist let out a cold snort.
Xu Dingtian turned to face Chen Feng and said with a bitter smile, "Chen Xiao You, I'm afraid Tang Loong will leave his life in Hua Xia. Tang Qianjue will definitely put this grudge on you. Please be careful."
"It's fine." Chen Feng was full of confidence. How could he be afraid? He didn't even bat an eye.
"Then we'll take our leave." After Xu Dingtian bowed, he turned around and left the mountain.
Old Taoist and Long Ming also bowed and went down the mountain together.
After they went down the mountain, the old man and the young man immediately came in front of Chen Feng.
"You want to become my disciple?"
Chen Feng's gaze directly fell on the thirteen or fourteen year old little girl and went straight to the point.
"I can give you a chance. If you can grasp it, I'll accept you as my disciple."
The old man and the little girl were stunned.
"Xiao Yu, kneel down." The old man reacted and patted the little girl's shoulder.
"Oh." The little girl unwillingly knelt on the stone steps.
Chen Feng looked into the distance and looked down the mountain.
"You can run from the top of this mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and then from the bottom to the top of the mountain. This way, you can go back and forth ten times. The time limit is one hour."
"It's done. I'll accept you as my disciple."
"If you can't finish, then go down the mountain yourself."
"What? What are you doing here?" The old man's expression changed as he questioned, "Fellow Daoist Chen, aren't you forcing me? A little girl like her wouldn't be able to do it even if she ran to her death!"
Grandmaster and the other true Immortals who were watching from more than ten meters away also secretly shook their heads.
Going back and forth ten times in an hour, this was simply not wanting the little girl to enter the sect, right?
"The countdown begins now. Next." Chen Feng ignored the old man and looked at Grandmaster and the real man.
The little girl gritted her teeth, turned around, and ran down the mountain.
The old man stepped aside and looked at her delicate figure with relief, but his heart was full of bitterness.
In an hour, going up and down the mountain ten times was impossible for a healthy adult, let alone a little girl who had just entered the sect not long ago.
The third group of people were two Spiritual Masters. They were both very old and wore green Daoist robes.
After the two of them greeted Chen Feng, one of them handed over an invitation and said:
"Fellow Daoist Chen, the two of us are from Wangwu Mountain. Qing Yuanzi is our Martial Uncle."
"We are here to invite you and Senior Pill Emperor to the Wangwu Mountain to participate in the Mountain Shifting Ceremony."
Mountain Shifting Ceremony? Chen Feng frowned slightly.
The legend of the foolish grandfather moving the mountain should be known by all children in Huaxia.
The two mountains that were moved away by the Heavenly God were Taixing and the King's House. It was normal for the Wangwu Mountain region to have a unique custom.
However, normal was normal. If it was just an ordinary ceremony, he obviously wouldn't waste his time.