The top of the back mountain of Ni Xuanzong.

A lonely figure sat quietly on a protruding rock cliff at the top of the peak, looking at the rolling green mountains and white clouds in the distance, holding a wine bottle in his hand and taking a sip.

Decadence and loneliness are all that this middle-aged man has.

This middle-aged man's name is Zhao Xinfeng, and he is the current leader of the Ni Xuan Sect.

But he is just a tenth-level Yuanjing monk.

For a Yuan realm monk to become the head of a third-rate sect, Ni Xuan Sect is the only one in the entire Luoxia Prefecture.

A third-rate sect must have at least three god-level monks in charge.

In other words, there must be at least three monks with Poying cultivation level to allow a third-rate sect to exist.

Obviously, Ni Xuanzong did not have any godly monks, not even a single one.

It’s hard to imagine that three thousand years ago, this place was once a first-class business.

Three thousand years ago, all the monks of the Yunshen level and above of the entire Nitian Sect rushed to the battlefield at Demon's Edge. No one survived and all were killed.

In that battle, not only the Anti-Tian Sect, but also a total of nine first-class sects in the entire Red Territory fell, which shows how brutal that battle was.

The entire demon clan invaded, and the Red Territory started fighting across the board.

It was because of the merits of the Nitian Sect that the Xuanmeng allowed them to continue to exist for the next three thousand years, even though they were ordered to change their names.

Until last year.

The Xuanmeng has decreed that if no god-level monks appear within the Xuanzong within three years, the sect will be disbanded.

Even though it had sacrificed all its masters for the sake of the human race.

Ni Xuanzong fell into despair.

Subsequently, another group of Yuanjing monks left, causing this sect that had been swaying for thousands of years to finally come to an end like a disabled old man.

As the leader of the sect, Zhao Xinfeng was extremely shocked. Something unexpected happened when he broke through Poying and he failed.

Then, he had inner demons, and he didn't try to break through again for a whole year.

Seeing Zhao Xinfeng sitting lonely on the top of the mountain, and Xu Feng who quietly appeared at some point, he sighed softly.

"well."

Zhao Xinfeng suddenly turned his head to look, his eyes widened instantly, and the wine bottle in his hand unconsciously slipped.

Whoosh!

Xu Feng took the jug, sat next to him, raised the jug and gestured: "Do you mind if I try it?"

Zhao Xinfeng just stared at him blankly, unable to say a word, his whole face turned red from suppressing pain, and his whole body was trembling.

That's probably what he would look like if he saw his dead father reborn.

"You! You! You are! Are -"

Seeing that he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time, Xu Feng took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and smiled: "Yes, I am."

He knew what Zhao Xinfeng was talking about.

And Zhao Xinfeng also heard his answer.

"I -" He took a deep breath to calm down the shock and ecstasy in his heart, and came back to his senses, "Why are you here!?!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have remembered something and was about to get up excitedly.

But Xu Feng held him down and said, "It's good to be friends of equals."

Zhao Xinfeng was like a child who saw his idol, nervous and at a loss. Looking at Xu Feng for a while, he felt like he was in a dream.

This middle-aged man was as excited as a child at the moment.

"Zhao Xinfeng, the 349th generation Tianxuan outer disciple, has met the Son of God! Son of God." Zhao Xinfeng hesitated for a moment, then patted his chest and said loudly: "Long live!"

"Pfft——" Xu Feng spurted out a mouthful of wine.

When Zhao Xinfeng saw this, he knew that he had made a joke, and he quickly explained: "I saw this from the anecdotes of the Xuanjie of Wanbao League. Now the disciples in the sect always shout this when they see you, I

talent--"

Xu Feng wiped his mouth and said at a loss of whether to laugh or cry: "It's okay, it's okay, that's just a rumor. Many things in Wanbao Union's information slips are fabricated, just to attract people's attention. Don't take it seriously."

The thing they were talking about was a specially made jade slip of information sold by the Wanbao Alliance, known as the No. 1 Merchant Alliance in the Mysterious World.

The price of this thing is not high, and it will regularly update some important news that happens in the mysterious world. It is almost everyone in the spiritual world.

Many Xuanjie monks will use this information jade slip to understand recent events in the Xuanjie, which is why this scene happened.

And Zhao Xinfeng is a former disciple of Tianxuan Sect and an enthusiastic "Xu Feng fan".

Seeing this scene, Xu Feng was not surprised at all.

He has been here before Ni Xuanzong. In the past five thousand years, especially after finding information about the inheritance of the Human King, he has been here many times and is very familiar with the core monks here.

So, it's natural for him.

It was Xu Feng's naturalness that kept Zhao Xinfeng from losing his composure.

Looking at the man in front of him, Xu Feng sighed slightly.

Speaking of which, Zhao Xinfeng is also sixty years old this year.

The age of a monk in the Yuanjing stage is one hundred and fifty years.

So he doesn't look more than middle-aged.

It's just that he has still stayed in Yuanjing for so many years. Although it is embarrassing, he is already a "master" to most monks in the mysterious world.

Everyone knows how difficult it is to practice cultivation.

Lian Yuan, Yuan Jing.

Just two steps to Yuan Realm can stop 90% of the monks.

Zhao Xinfeng has also passed that age.

When he was young, he also had a son.

This was also the main reason that made him leave the outer sect of Tianxuan Sect back then.

People always have to make choices.

Or, follow the path of spiritual practice and walk alone in solitude and never look back.

Or, sink into the mortal world of birth, old age, illness and death.

Zhao Xinfeng chose relatives, lovers, and children.

It's just that not everything in Xuanjie is safe and peaceful.

Those threats are stimulating the heart of every Xuanjie monk who is walking on the path of cultivation.

The demon clan on the border of the Red Territory.

The demons on the border of the Black Realm.

The Nether Clan on the border of Qingyu.

They are all staring at the Xuanjie human race with eager eyes.

The Xuan Realm is not entirely the world of the human race.

And every year, countless strong human beings die on the border.

An unknown number of people died due to the changes in the defense lines of the four tribes.

Zhao Xinfeng's son died in a sudden attack by the demon clan.

And it was not only his son who died that time, but also everyone he was familiar with and knew.

Death led Zhao Xinfeng back to the path of spiritual practice.

If his son is not dead, he should be the same age as Xu Feng.

Recalling all the information about Zhao Xinfeng in his mind, Xu Feng secretly sighed in his heart, fate was a bit unfair to this man, and the same was true for Ni Xuanzong.

Hearing Xu Feng's words, Zhao Xinfeng felt a little embarrassed for a moment and fell silent, while Xu Feng had no intention of speaking and seemed to be waiting for him to calm down.

The two sat like this for a long time. Zhao Xinfeng seemed to have finally calmed down and asked curiously: "I wonder what you are doing here, Son of God?"

"Please do me a favor." Xu Feng said bluntly, not shying away from covering up.

Zhao Xinfeng was suddenly surprised: "You want my help?"

It's hard to imagine that a person like Xu Feng would need the help of a Yuanjing monk like him?

Zhao Xinfeng's mind also turned quickly and he immediately reacted: "You are here for the things left by the Nitian Sect, right?"

Xu Feng nodded: "I want to join Ni Xuan Sect."
Chapter completed!