Chapter 808

Feng Wuchen and his group walked down the stairs of the main hall, and the students who were watching gave in one after another, as if to welcome the battle of the Heishehui boss.

Zhang Junlan's detached status is enough to make them unmatched, not to mention that Zhang Junlan has to follow Feng Wuchen now, and you can imagine how terrifying Feng Wuchen is.

Even though many of the talented students of the Holy Soul Academy are geniuses from major forces in various regions, their status is far inferior to that of Zhang Junlan.

The students of the Holy Soul Academy, even if they are top geniuses, no one dares to provoke Feng Wuchen.

The person Gong Lao personally greeted was definitely not something they could afford to offend.

The detached status makes talented students extremely envious.

"I really don't like that kid, what's so arrogant? I really think I'm amazing, isn't it because of the power behind me?" Above the tower, a man was full of jealousy.

"I didn't see him being arrogant, but I thought he was unassuming, but I saw that you were jealous." A woman said indifferently.

Another man said with a dignified expression: "The soul power of the alchemist just now was very strange, and it disappeared in an instant. It seems that it has never appeared, but it feels like it has appeared again, very strange!"

"Oh? Alchemist's soul power? How many?" The other four looked at the man in surprise.

The man shook his head and said, "I don't know, it's too fast, it's very abrupt, but the breath is definitely not the elder's, nor Zhang Junlan's, it should be his."

"Is he an alchemist?" Several talented students looked shocked.

"It shouldn't be wrong, but it's hard to say. I can't see the slightest fluctuation of soul power in his body now. He hides it too deeply." The man said solemnly.

"This shows that his strength is very strong! His existence is only like that of the young master of the God King Temple." At this time, a man's voice came from the top of the tower.

"Master of the Temple of the God King? Is he really that strong? He is younger than us." The five students were shocked and looked at Feng Wuchen below in shock.

"Whether it's strong or not, you'll know if you try it." The voice came from the tower again.

The talented student who was jealous of Feng Wuchen suddenly turned fierce, gritted his teeth and said, "Humph! If you have the chance, try it out, I really don't believe that my cultivation at the fifth level of the Heavenly Pole Realm is not enough. he!"

"This person's cultivation base should be similar to Zhang Junlan and the others. No matter how strong they are, they shouldn't be too strong." Another person guessed.

Their judgment on Feng Wuchen's cultivation base was entirely based on the overall strength of Zhang Junlan's group, because their strengths were not comparable.

Feng Wuchen's group is undoubtedly the most dazzling existence of the entire student at this moment.

"He is the hero in my mind! In the future, marry someone like him."

"Zhang Shaozhu is so handsome, I like Zhang Shaozhu!"

The talented students are all extremely envious, the beautiful female students, the pair of beautiful eyes are full of admiration, they can't wait to rush into the arms of Feng Wuchen and Zhang Junlan.

"Nympho!" Seeing the admiration of the female students made many male students angry, but they could only hold it in their hearts.

The quiet Holy Soul Academy, until Feng Wuchen and the others left, it was as if the pot had exploded, and the students were boiling.

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Leaving the Holy Soul Academy, Feng Wuchen and his group rushed to the Abyss of Xumi non-stop.

A day later, the news of the demise of the Blood Demon Mercenary Group had already spread to all the forces around Xumizhiyuan.

The bloody mercenary group's palace was razed to the ground, and the shocking picture made countless cultivators feel terrified.

Even if they don't know how Jiang Lengyue and Qiu Yuanshan died, everyone guessed that Feng Wuchen did it.

When Feng Wuchen and the others set foot in the Abyss of Sumeru again, at the entrance, the eyes of many cultivators and mercenaries were filled with awe and fear.

They all saw Feng Wuchen defeat the Yang family elder with their own eyes. Such terrifying strength is definitely not something they dare to offend.

Entering the Abyss of Sumeru, Feng Wuchen and his group came to the place where the war was originally fought.

Young Master Yang and the others were cultivating at the moment, and there were many young people. When they noticed Feng Wuchen and the others, the crowd suddenly panicked, and the cowardly got up and left immediately.

"Brother Yang, it's... it's them." A student said in horror, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his face instantly paled.

"They won't come back to find us to settle accounts, right?" Another student said in horror, so frightened that he almost cried.

"Gollum..."

Yang Shaozhu swallowed a mouthful of saliva in horror, and when he saw Feng Wuchen, he was also extremely frightened, for fear that Feng Wuchen would ask him to settle accounts.

However, they think too much.

Feng Wuchen ignored it and said to Liu Qingyang and others, "Find any place to practice."

"Brother Feng, aren't you looking for the power of time?" Liu Qingyang asked.

"Don't worry, everyone is tired these days, take a good rest, and Qingqing has just broken through the heavenly realm, it needs time to consolidate the realm, I will also take a look at the treasure sent by the head of the road." Feng Wuchen said, the voice then flashed to a building on the top of the mountain.

Seeing that Feng Wuchen and the others were not malicious, Young Master Yang and the others were relieved.

After the previous battle and the destruction of the Blood Evil Mercenary Group, Young Master Yang was so frightened that he didn't dare to provoke Feng Wuchen at all. In front of Feng Wuchen, he didn't dare to fart now.

On the top of the mountain, Feng Wuchen took out the broken cloth, and at the same time took out the ancient annual gear teeth from the storage ring, carefully comparing the two marked with runes.

The runes marked by the two are exactly the same.

Putting the ancient annual gear teeth into the storage ring, Feng Wuchen began to carefully observe the broken cloth.

A trace of the power of destroying the world was urged and injected into the broken cloth, Feng Wuchen muttered: "It is indeed an ancient thing, and the cloth still has a trace of ancient atmosphere."

On the broken cloth, in addition to the mysterious runes, there are some symbols and lines that Feng Wuchen cannot understand.

"I don't know what the use of this piece of fabric is, and it doesn't mark the position of the power of time." Feng Wuchen frowned and muttered, a little disappointed.

The broken cloth, except for a mark that is exactly the same as the teeth of the ancient annual gear, Feng Wuchen can't see the slightest peculiarity.

"Maybe there really are other parts of the fabric. This should be a map. This one alone is useless." Feng Wuchen secretly guessed.

I thought that with this broken fabric, it might be easier to find the power of time, it seems that Feng Wuchen and the others think too much.

Other fabrics, no one knows where, are almost impossible to find.

"The power of time is really not as easy to find as I imagined." Feng Wuchen shook his head helplessly, then put these distracting thoughts behind him and began to practice.

In the case of no discovery, Feng Wuchen is too lazy to waste time, without the rest of the cloth, it is useless at all. (To be continued)