Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

As night fell, a crescent moon hung high in the sky, and the dark night was very quiet. Xiao Cheng was the only one standing in an open area on the street, alone.

At this time, everyone in the town was ready, and everyone gathered in the cellar of the mayor's house, watching the situation outside through memory runes.

The street scene in the town, Xiao Cheng's figure, all fell into the eyes of everyone.

Standing in front of everyone, Chen Feng said: "Everyone, please don't worry. This time, a disciple of the Dao Yunzong came out to catch the sneaky man himself. He will definitely be able to succeed immediately and give us peace."

Everyone clapped their hands and applauded. They were very clear about Ye Chen's reputation. He was a somewhat legendary figure, a god-like existence.

Ye Chen's prestige is very high, which convinced the residents of the small town that they would definitely be able to return victorious by sending his disciples to hunt down monsters this time.

Gradually, the screen of the sneaky appearance appeared on the crystal screen on the wall.

In the pitch-black night, black winds roared, almost blending into the night, but it seemed very strange.

Through the screen, everyone couldn't feel the weirdness of the aura at all, but Xiao Cheng himself did feel a little danger.

The temperature of the surrounding air continued to drop sharply, as if falling into an ice cave, as if dripping water turned into ice, and the biting cold wind kept blowing, threatening to freeze people to death.

Xiao Cheng quickly circulated his internal energy, constantly resisting the biting cold wind.

But this is not a simple cold air, but a sinister and cold evil air, extremely cold, ignoring the barrier of terrain, even if the body is protected by true energy, the effect is greatly reduced.

Now Xiao Cheng was so cold that his legs began to tremble, but he was still holding back for a while, because everyone in the town was watching.

Even for the face of Dao Yunzong, he had to pretend to be easy to deal with, at least not too embarrassing.

At this moment, a silver bell-like laughter gradually came from the sky. This laughter was very ethereal and seemed to be there, making people wonder if they heard it wrong because of tinnitus, but it was very clear.

The laughter hovered around, making it impossible to tell where it came from.

"Hahaha, young people are full of yang energy, and they agree with my appetite."

This ethereal voice reverberated over the small town, terrifying and weird, making one's scalp tingle.

"Where is the evildoer, how dare you use an axe, come out and show your original shape!" Xiao Cheng scolded, and drew out his long sword.

Now he really felt the crisis, the strength of this ghostly thing was not inferior to him, this time he was about to encounter danger.

But at this moment, an invisible cyclone suddenly swooped down from the sky at an extremely fast speed.

Of course, this dark energy is very difficult to detect, Xiao Cheng was caught by surprise, and flew out on the spot heavily, falling on his back, and even the long sword flew out of his hand.

Facing this ghost, he didn't even have the slightest chance to fight back.

And this ghost doesn't seem to intend to capture him immediately, but to play with it casually like a cat playing with a mouse.

It lasted for a full quarter of an hour. Xiao Cheng was thrown around like a ball, and then he was swept away by the black wind and disappeared into the night.

Of course, from the perspective of the townspeople, things don't look like this.

When Xiao Cheng was blown away by the cyclone, his figure had already disappeared on the street, and the scene after that was also invisible.

No matter what, he failed and was taken away by the ghost.

Seeing this scene, the residents of the small town panicked.

"He failed."

"How is this possible? I didn't expect that sneaky thing to be so powerful. Even Sect Master Ye's disciples are no match."

"How can this be done!"

Some people were walking back and forth in the room, some were slapping their thighs anxiously, some were frowning, and some even burst into tears on the spot.

Everyone in the room was frowning, and now the sliver of hope they finally had was finally shattered.

Someone said: "Since the disciples of Dao Yunzong are still difficult to deal with, let's go directly to Sect Master Ye, he will definitely do it."

"That's right, as long as Sect Master Ye takes action himself, he will definitely be able to take down this ghost."

Many people agreed.

Seeing the crowd shouting in unison, Chen Feng nodded.

"Well, tomorrow morning I will go to Dao Yunzong and seek help from Sect Master Ye."

It was a sleepless night. Even though everyone in the town knew that tomorrow they would ask Ye Chen to do it himself, and they would definitely be able to successfully eradicate the evildoer, but their hearts were still heavy.

Because Xiao Cheng's failure was also a huge blow to them, and their relatives and friends who were taken away seemed to be in danger.

Early the next morning, Chen Feng brought the hope of the townspeople to the gate of Daoyunzong Mountain.

"Chen Feng, the mayor of Fengyue Town, has something important to ask to see Sect Master Ye."

The two guard disciples glanced at each other, then sighed.

Of course they heard some movement. There are ghosts rampant in Fengyue Town, which is very dangerous.

"But our suzerain has not returned."

These words immediately made Chen Feng's mood sink to the bottom.

He calmed down, and then said again: "Then can I meet with the higher-ups, because Fengyue Town has indeed encountered a major event and urgently needs the help of Dao Yunzong."

The two disciples glanced at each other. The few high-ranking members in the sect were all looking for an opportunity to break through the realm of the Martial Emperor. Although there were a few core disciples who served as acting elders, they were still inexperienced.

"Since the suzerain is not here, the disciple is obliged to quell the chaos on his behalf, so let me go."

A voice came from inside, and a young man in white came out slowly. He was Zhao Xuanming.

After this period of training, his cultivation has reached the late stage of King Wu, and his strength is increasing day by day. Now he is acting as an acting elder, helping to handle some internal affairs of the sect.

Zhao Xuanming followed Chen Feng to Fengyue Town. When he came this time, on the one hand, he really wanted to deal with the matter, and at the same time, he also hoped that there would be time to rescue the arrested people.

Because Xiao Cheng's soul stele in the sect has not been damaged, it means that he is still safe for the time being.

Entering the town, the place is still extremely quiet, no different from before, deserted and very desolate.

The empty street was empty, except for a long sword with half of its blade stuck in the ground. This was Xiao Cheng's saber.

Zhao Xuanming pulled out the long sword and looked at it carefully, there was still a little evil spirit in it.

He frowned slightly. It seemed that there was no fierce battle here, or Xiao Cheng was too careless, or someone plotted against him, or the ghost thing was very powerful, and its strength far surpassed Xiao Cheng's.

Under Chen Feng's hospitality, Zhao Xuanming went in to rest for a while, and at the same time, he was also learning about the situation.

But right here, he suddenly found that something was wrong with Chen Feng. The mayor's mansion had another dark room, which seemed to be hidden on purpose.