After the trial test, the disciples of the two sects retreated to the periphery of the forest.
Cang Hong did not move. Instead, he remained vigilant against Hei Yu and the others. It was only after all the members of the Flame Sect had left that he gave the order to return to the Qingyu Sect.
"You really didn't discover it?" Cang Hong asked a few Zifu Disciples. These people were looking for Jiang Feng.
"We searched all the way and didn't find anyone, but we didn't find any corpse. We didn't return until we didn't dare to go any deeper," one of them replied.
Although they didn't know Jiang Feng, they'd learned from the Yan Sect that the person who'd killed Yan Yi was a ninth level Body Tempering martial practitioner. The weakest of the new disciples of the sect were at the tenth level of the Body Tempering stage, so it was easy to tell who was the one.
Moreover, there was only one person at Tempered Body 9th Layer. He was the one brought here by Shi Shan three days ago.
"Mo Qing has found a good candidate, but it's a pity." Cang Hong sighed and returned to the sect with his disciples.
"Brother Wushuang, Jiang Feng should really be dead. Let's go back," said one of them, who was standing at the back of the crowd.
"What will you do if you're chased by an expert and manage to escape?" Jian Wushuang suddenly asked.
"There's no doubt that he must have hidden it after making sure it's safe... Brother Wushuang, do you mean that Jiang Feng has hidden it?" The man suddenly came to his senses.
"We can't rule out this possibility, so for safety's sake, we'll have to wait for another half a day. Anyway, it'll take time to calculate the battle achievements. Our elder brother will arrange it for us," Jian Wushuang said.
They had already fallen behind the crowd and deliberately stayed behind, so no one noticed them at all.
...
In the depths of the forest of death, a youth walked out.
"The trial is over. It's just that I'm afraid I'll disappoint some people." Jiang Feng changed into another set of clothes, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
His temperament had changed a little and became sharper. His dark eyes became deeper and more terrifying.
Although Jiang Feng hadn't been in the trial by fire for a long time and had been tricked the moment he entered the forest, he had snatched the storage rings of Yan Yi and the others. These were the storage rings of the Young Master of the Yan Sect and many of the twelve body tempering martial artists. Any one of them had hundreds of beast cores, and there were nearly a thousand in total.
It was more than enough for him to enter the top 300.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Jiang Feng's heart trembled. He keenly felt that someone was keeping an eye on him. This feeling was exactly the same as the feeling he'd felt when he'd just entered the forest of death.
When he thought back to how he'd met someone from the Yan Sect, Jiang Feng instantly understood.
The enemy was truly careful. He was actually thinking of using a knife to kill someone, causing Jiang Feng's expression to turn cold.
His heart was filled with killing intent, but his expression did not change. He continued to walk out at a steady pace.
A moment later, several figures arrived. They were Jian Wushuang and the others.
"As expected, he didn't die."
Jian Wushuang's eyes were as cold as a scorpion's as he said, "Although he managed to escape from Hei Yu's pursuit, he must have been seriously injured and luckily escaped. Let's split up and surround him. We must not let him leave alive."
"Understood!"
The others scattered one after another, all of them brimming with killing intent. This battle wasn't for anything else. Even if it was for their own sake, they couldn't let Jiang Feng return alive. Otherwise, they would be the ones to die.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Several whistling sounds rang out in the air all of a sudden. Several terrifying whirlpools and a bitingly cold storm blasted out in all directions without warning.
Jiang Feng's gaze grew cold as his feet slid lightly, dodging all the attacks along the way.
"Psst! Psst! Psst!"
The next moment, Jian Wushuang and the others appeared. Their gazes were cold as they locked onto Jiang Feng and surrounded him.
"The Jian Family?" Jiang Feng looked at Jian Wushuang. Although he had never seen him before, he had seen him before. This person was somewhat similar to him.
He recalled that one of Yan Yi's subordinates had once said that it was Jian Wushuang who had informed Yan Yi of his whereabouts. It seemed that this person was the one in front of him.
"That bastard's life is really tough. Even so, he won't die," Jian Wushuang said with a cold smile, his eyes full of killing intent.
"You are the ones who attracted the people from the Yan Sect, right? No matter what the outcome is, the unlucky one will be me. What a good move to use a borrowed knife to kill someone." Jiang Feng ignored the people who were getting closer and closer as he spoke in a cold voice.
The corner of Jian Wushuang's mouth twitched. He would never admit it. He just said coldly, "Kill!"
Hong!
As soon as the word "kill" fell, several attacks full of killing intent swept toward Jiang Feng like a gust of wind.
Jiang Feng's gaze was cold as his killing intent locked onto one person. He didn't retreat but instead advanced, reaching out his hand and slashing fiercely at the other's palm.
"Break!"
With a sharp momentum, the palm blade whistled and directly broke through the opponent's palm wind, crushing down.
"So powerful!"
The man was shocked, and his expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly made two palm prints again, and a fierce wind sprang up. However, his figure suddenly flew backward. His arms were bent, and blood flowed rapidly along his palm.
Seeing that Jiang Feng had crippled a tenth level Body Tempering martial artist with a single move, Jian Wushuang and the others' hearts trembled.
"Go to hell!"
The moment Jian Wushuang met Jiang Feng's fist, his expression darkened, because the Jiang Feng in front of him had suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he felt a sense of danger approaching him.
Jiang Feng suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost, and a fist imprint was continuously growing in his pupils. He hastily retracted his fist and blocked it in front of him.
"Bang!"
With a dull sound, Jian Wushuang retreated, leaving two one-meter-long scratches on the ground.
"How could he be so strong?" Jian Wushuang was shocked. Although he had blocked it in a hurry, Jiang Feng was so powerful that he could knock him back.
Without giving him any time to react, Jiang Feng stomped his foot and charged out like a cheetah. However, it was at this moment that the other attacks had also arrived in front of him. The first thing to be struck was a huge fist imprint.
"Die!"
Jiang Feng gathered his strength and threw a punch. It was like the roar of a true dragon, carrying boundless power as it met the fist imprint.
With a cracking sound of bones breaking, Jiang Feng's fist force broke through the opponent's fist radiance with irresistible force. The fist imprint smashed into the opponent's body.
"Pfft!"
The man spat out a lot of blood and fainted.
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked. Even someone at the eleventh level of Body Tempering couldn't withstand a single move from Jiang Feng. How could his battle strength be this strong?
"You want to kill me? Come on!" Jiang Feng's eyes began to turn scarlet. It was obvious that his killing intent was beginning to spread out.
The bloody killing intent made Jian Wushuang and the others tremble. They shouted angrily, "Let's kill him together!"
"Kill!"
A twelfth level Body Tempering martial artist roared angrily, as if he was trying to dispel the fear in his heart. The terrifying Spiritual Qi storm was like a hurricane as it rushed towards Jiang Feng. Its destructive power was extremely strong, destroying everything it passed.
"Die!"
Jiang Feng raised his hand, and the smell of blood instantly pervaded the air. Following that, blood pierced through the air, and a sharp force directly pierced through his opponent's attack, aiming straight at the middle of his opponent's forehead.
As the blood pierced through the air, the man's eyes widened and his whole heart sank to the bottom in an instant. He wanted to hide, but the blood spike was too fast. Before he could react, it had already pierced into his mid-brows.
Jiang Feng silently devoured the bloodline of a 11th level Body Tempering martial artist. This strike was unexpected and fatal.
If he wanted to kill him, he would have to die!
At this moment, the rest of the people were even more frightened. Even the 12th Layer of Body Tempering was no match for him, so how could they fight?
They finally understood why Yan Yi and the others had died at Jiang Feng's hands. It wasn't a coincidence, but rather, it was Jiang Feng, a demon.
"Psst!"
Jian Wushuang suddenly came to his senses. He had no time to kill Jiang Feng. Instead, he turned around and fled. He was really frightened. He was afraid that if he continued to fight, he would die here.
As long as he returned to the Teal Feathers Sect, he believed that his brother would definitely have a way to protect him.
"Since you've already attacked me, how can I let you go?"
Jiang Feng looked ferocious and rushed out like a fierce beast, chasing after Jian Wushuang and the others.
At the same time, countless people were gathered on the huge Drill Ground in the Teal Feather Sect. Some were elders of the sect and some were disciples of the sect, but most of them were disciples who participated in the examination.
"Elder Cang Hong, it's all thanks to you this time."
Yan Tie walked up to him with a smile. Not to mention that he was loyal to his sect and did not belong to any faction, Yan Tie should treat him with courtesy just because he was in charge of the trial test.
"Elder Yan Tie, you're too polite." Cang Hong calmly looked at the hundreds of disciples below and said, "I'm ashamed. I only brought back more than 800 people during my trial."
Yan Tie said indifferently, "In the world of martial dao, it's natural for the fittest to survive. Without competition, there's no growth. Only the remaining people are the real elites."
Behind Yan Tie, Jian Wushuang looked around and did not find Jian Wushuang. He could not help asking, "Elder Cang Hong, are all the living people back?"
Cang Hong looked at the ruthless sword. Although his expression was casual, there was a hidden sharpness.
"Heartless, retreat." Yan Tie scolded. Jian Wushuang had no choice but to retreat.
Yan Tie looked at him and said, "Take people to count their battle achievements until sunset. Time is limited, and they will be eliminated."
Jian Wushuang's eyes lit up slightly, and he took the order and left.
Mo Qing and Shi Shan were also there, but they were much calmer. They didn't ask anything and just didn't say a word.
Cang Hong casually looked at Mo Qing and sighed slightly in his heart. He similarly approved of Jiang Feng. To dare kill the Young Lord of the Flame Sect, his charisma was by no means something an ordinary person could compare with. It was just a pity.
He came to Mo Qing's side and said, "Elder Mo Qing."
Mo Qing looked back and said with a faint smile, "What's the matter, Elder Cang Hong?"
Cang Hong said ashamedly, "Ai, forgive me for not being able to protect Jiang Feng from killing Yan Yi in the forest of death."
Mo Qing's brow arched. It wasn't that he was worried about Jiang Feng, but rather that he was a bit shocked. Jiang Feng had actually killed Yan Yi?
But in an instant, Mo Qing had returned to normal. Jiang Feng had dared to make a scene in the Academy in the Qin Kingdom and provoke the Che family. He was not afraid of any pressure. It was the same in Qingyang City.
This was exactly the place where Mo Qing had taken a fancy to him.
He was arrogant, bold, and had the capital to be arrogant.
Shi Shan was not as indifferent as Mo Qing. His expression changed slightly as he said in a low voice, "Master."
Mo Qing waved his hand, indicating for Shi Shan to calm down. He looked at Cang Hong and said calmly, "Elder Cang Hong, you don't have to feel guilty. The world of martial dao is a world where the strong prey on the weak. What's more, I believe that the person I like is definitely not a person who will be eaten."
Cang Hong had been looking at Mo Qing the entire time. The latter had only been surprised for a moment before returning to normal. He was also so confident in Jiang Feng.
What was so special about Jiang Feng that Mo Qing thought so highly of him and trusted him so much?