Xuan Huan: I'm really not the child of luck

"I heard that Junior Brother Lin is going to practice in Hell Valley?"

Ming Dao walked to Lin Feng's door and asked.

"How did senior brother Ming Dao know?"

"This matter has been passed down in Xuanqingzong."

"I see."

Lin Feng thought that only he and Elder Qingyou knew about this matter, so he only told Zhan Shuining.

"Think about it, you have contributed the most to Zongfumen's mission this time, and the reward you want must be the most concerned issue of everyone."

"That's why the disciple who had a good thing long ago found out about it."

At this moment, Lin Feng suddenly realized.

"Hell Valley is not a place that ordinary people can step into. For so many years, only a few chief disciples have entered. You are really blessed."

Lin Feng didn't expect that disciples with high cultivation bases would yearn for Hell Valley.

On the contrary, disciples with low cultivation bases are terrified of Hell Valley and stay away from it.

This is the difference between people.

Three days later, Zhan Shuining sent Lin Feng to Hell Valley.

It was only after walking to a place about five miles away from Hell Valley that a sudden murderous aura suddenly emerged.

Zhan Shuining seemed to shudder?

Seeing this, Linfeng stopped him and said: "Junior Sister Zhan, please send me here. There are mixed fish and dragons in Hell Valley, and it is inconvenient for a girl to go to her house. You should go back first."

Zhan Shuining has exactly this intention.

He doesn't like that kind of eerie place.

So he said goodbye to Lin Feng, and brought the silver fox back to Xuanqingzong.

Lin Feng took the token and walked towards Hell Valley.

into the cliff.

Glanced down.

The abyss is ten thousand feet long, shrouded in clouds and mist, and it is deep and bottomless!
If there is no Wufeng, it must be very difficult to go down to the bottom of this valley.

It's no wonder that these vicious prisoners are imprisoned here. Without mounts, these prisoners are hard to fly.

Lin Feng sat on Wufeng's back, Wufeng spread its wings and flew, swooping down, and it took a long time before reaching the bottom.

It is indeed the real Hell Valley.

Isn't this height enough for the [-]th floor of hell?

Lin Feng was walking along a path at the bottom of the valley when two hands suddenly appeared and two steel knives blocked his way.

"The place of detention is a place where idlers are not allowed to enter."

Lin Feng had no choice but to take out his token, and the two guards looked at the token before respectfully letting him go.

At this time, a deacon disciple walked towards him.

"It turned out to be a disciple sent by Elder Qingyou, please follow me." The deacon disciple led Lin Feng and walked in.

The canyon became deeper and darker, and Lin Feng saw more and more guards patrolling, which must have reached the inside of the prison.

"Please wait here for a while, I'll go and report to the warden." After speaking, Lin Feng was left standing here alone.

Lin Feng took this opportunity to walk around the door of the cell. The cell was cold, cramped, damp and musty. The three sides of the cell were surrounded by stone walls, and these prisoners could not be poked open. As for the cell door, it was all made of cast iron black steel No matter how high the force value is, it is difficult to open it with bare hands without the weapon.

Lin Feng looked one by one, and saw that many prisoners were being severely tortured, and they were screaming terribly, which was shocking.

One of the men, with disheveled hair, was being tortured. His body was already bruised and he was dying.

But the disciples who executed him continued to pour cold water on him.

When he woke up, he began to torture him again.

Seeing this posture, Lin Feng felt chilled in his heart. Fortunately, he was not the one who committed the crime, otherwise he would not be able to withstand such severe torture.

"What has this man done?"

He couldn't help but ask the guard standing at the door.

"This man was just arrested yesterday. He oppressed good people, wiped out a whole family, robbed them of their gold, silver and jewelry, trampled their daughter, stole their martial arts cheats and refused to hand them over to him. He came out and was captured by Xuanqingzong's disciples."

So it turned out that Lin Feng suddenly thought why Xuan Qingzong had so many martial arts cheats, and most of them must have come from Hell Valley.

Presumably this is the retribution these treacherous and evil people deserve in the end. Xuan Qingzong's disciples are all over the world, and they want to seek justice for the common people of the world and stand up for the common people of the world.

Because of the existence of Xuanqingzong, the people in the surrounding area live and work in peace and contentment.

Burning, killing and looting would not happen as long as they were within Xuanqingzong's territory.

This is why people nearby like to send their children to Xuanqingzong to practice.

Because only if you learn martial arts here, you can honor your ancestors and honor your family.

Lin Feng waited for about a quarter of an hour, when he saw a bearded man in a blue robe approaching.

This person is slightly fatter.

But it can't hide his martial arts cultivation level, which is actually above the tenth level of innate skill.

Presumably, the deacon's disciples who can survive here are not a problem, otherwise, how would they deal with the most vicious criminals who escaped from prison?
"It turned out to be Elder Qingyou's apprentice, disrespectful and disrespectful." The fat man exchanged greetings with Lin Feng.

"Little brother came to Hell Valley this time, what do you think, if I can help you, I will do my best."

It's convenient for you to tell the middle-aged man about your own cultivation method and martial arts improvement.

The man was silent for a moment: "Since Elder Qingyou personally instructed, we will do our best to cooperate and satisfy you."

Immediately afterwards, the man took Lin Feng to a residence, which was far away from the prison and the environment was much better.

There are trees lined next to it, and flowers surround the wall. Presumably the deacons who live here also have a heart that loves life.

Lin Feng lived in a single room, the furnishings in the room were extremely simple, but it had everything he needed.

Wooden beds, desks and chairs, toiletries, everything is available.

At this time, the deacon disciple ordered a servant to come over with a stack of books.

Lin Feng couldn't wait to flip through these books.

All of them are low-grade, mid-grade and high-grade knife techniques.

He dismissed low-grade sword skills.

He is also not very interested in middle-grade sword skills, which is far from the ruthless sword he practiced.

As for the top-grade saber technique, he took a look at it, and was afraid that he would not be able to cultivate it, that he would lack mental strength, and that he would go mad.

It's also strange that he didn't find a suitable sword book for him, and the light of chance has never been turned on.

This may not be what he wants.

Since it's not what you want, you can't waste your time on it.

So he paced out.

I met a disciple who was in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, this disciple carried a deep purple aura, the aura of chance.

Lin Feng couldn't help but sized him up carefully.

The rickety back and weak body may have something to do with the environment where he lived in this hell valley all the year round.

"Junior brother, please stop." Seeing that he was about to leave, Lin Feng hurriedly called him to stop.

"My lord, are you calling me?"

The boy stopped and confirmed to Lin Feng.