Holding Chaos to Suppress the Heavens

Time slipped through my fingers bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

Feng Yu practiced for thirty days with the blessing of the Sealed Gate.

At this time, in the Space Temple...

Feng Yu was practicing under the sealed door. His movements were the same as they were a month ago. It seemed that he had not moved at all.

If there was any change, it was that the sleeves of his clothes were rustling in the wind and rising and falling like waves.

The biggest difference is that there are a lot of powders of different colors on the ground around Feng Yu, piled up on the side.

These are the impurities of those natural treasures. The energy of these spiritual treasures will turn into this after being absorbed by Feng Yu.

As the saying goes, dust returns to dust, and the same is true for all things in the world. This is an inevitable law.

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from Feng Yu's body, like the sound of a meteor hitting a mountain.

Immediately, an even more violent unknown hurricane blew on Feng Yu, distorting the shape of his clothes.

At the same time, Feng Yu opened his eyes, stood up, and his whole body made a complex crackling sound like frying beans.

An aura even more powerful than before burst out from Feng Yu, and after an instant, it was taken back into Feng Yu's body.

Feng Yu's aura gradually returned to calm.

He has been promoted to the eighth level of Lingyong Realm.

"I have finally been promoted to the eighth level of the Spiritual Surge Realm. I will be able to face more powerful enemies in the future."

He clenched his fists and felt the spiritual power in his body was even stronger than before. Even Feng Yu was delighted.

Because he hasn't been promoted to a higher level for too long.

Although he had many adventures since he was promoted to the seventh level of the Spirit Surge Realm, these adventures also made his promotion more and more difficult.

My advancement in realm nowadays cannot be said to be a natural outcome, but it can only be said to be the result of hard work after exhausting every possible means.

Looking at the mess of powder on the ground, Feng Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly.

After practicing for thirty days and consuming natural treasures worth at least fifty million spirit stones, he was finally able to advance from the peak of the seventh level of the Spiritual Surge Realm to the eighth level of the Spiritual Surge Realm. What a terrifying concept!

Fifty million spirit stones are enough to allow an ordinary warrior at the first level of the Spirit Surge Realm to soar all the way to the third level of the Spirit Acupoint Realm.

Feng Yu only advanced to a small realm.

"Forget it, forget it. Things will work out when the time comes. At most, I will just work hard to collect resources and improve my cultivation."

Using the token to open the door of the secret training room, Feng Yu slowly walked out and breathed in a breath of fresh air.

"Ok?"

Then, Feng Yu noticed something was wrong.

Because he could actually hear shouting from outside the Jinhang Chamber of Commerce from here, which came from the sales area.

Moreover, Feng Yu was very familiar with this shouting voice, it was Zeng Wenyao's shouting voice.

In an instant, Feng Yu knew that Zeng Wenyao was probably here to cause trouble again, and it was trouble for him.

Feng Yu's eyes gradually turned cold, and a frosty breath emanated from his body, seeming to freeze the area thousands of miles away.

He didn't expect that Zeng Wenyao was so ignorant and dared to do such a thing here. Did he really think that his grandfather, who was in the Xuanfa realm, could protect him for the rest of his life?

"You really don't want to accept my toast, and you dare to cause trouble. This time, I will never let you go so easily."

Feng Yu quickly left the training room and headed towards the sales area outside.

At this moment, in the sales area of ​​the Gold Merchants Guild.

The entire sales area was empty, much emptier than it was three days ago. Looking at the ground, all kinds of broken things were scattered on the ground, it was a complete mess.

Along with another sound like glass breaking, Zeng Wenyao's violent roar was heard.

"I don't care where the hell Yu Feng that little bastard is. If you don't find him, I'll come here every day to make trouble until you close the shop."

Zeng Wenyao threw a precious object in his hand heavily to the ground and looked at Jin Wei, who was crying not far away from him.

Behind Zeng Wenyao, there were dozens of young men with ferocious faces standing there, looking disdainful.

They all exude the aura and strength of the third, fourth, or fifth level of the Spiritual Acupoint Realm.

These people were all Zeng Wenyao's friends outside, and they were all summoned by Zeng Wenyao to cause trouble at the Gold Merchants Guild.

Ever since Zeng Wenyao was taught a lesson by Feng Yu last time, he has been working non-stop to find these people and get back his face.

As the saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. These people are desperate criminals. If Zeng Wenyao promises them huge profits, they will do anything.

"Mr. Zeng, I really don't know where Yu Feng went."

Jin Wei said anxiously, "Yu Feng is the genius of the Ao family. If you want to seek revenge on him, go to the Ao family. We can't find Yu Feng here."

Even though Zeng Wenyao had been making a fuss for three days, Jin Wei was still unwilling to tell him the news about Feng Yu.

This is not because they are afraid that Feng Yu cannot solve the problem, but to reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble for Feng Yu.

"You're talking nonsense, Jinwei, do you think I'm stupid?"

"How could that boy be from the Ao family? The Ao family doesn't have young losers of that level."

Zeng Wenyao shouted, "If he is from the Ao family, I would even eat the sole of my shoe."

After these words were spoken, Jin Wei was speechless.

Zeng Wenyao obviously didn't care about the major events in the imperial city. He was idle all day long and didn't even know Yu Feng's name.

What a complete waste.

Cursing Zeng Wenyao secretly in his heart, Jin Wei sighed, looking helpless.

With Zeng Wenyao's disturbance in the past three days, their Jinhang Chamber of Commerce's business could not continue at all, which made him very worried.

He could have driven these people out of the Jinyuan Chamber of Commerce, but because of the Tianbao Sect behind Zeng Wenyao, he did not dare to take action.

Because the Tianbao Sect has been doing business with their Jinhang Chamber of Commerce for many years and is a major customer.

If he offended him, and with Zeng Wu's intervention, if he really lost this important client, he wouldn't know where to cry.

At this time, Zeng Wenyao took out a red ball and showed a cruel smile.

When Jin Wei saw the scarlet red ball, his expression changed instantly.

"Burn the spirit ball." Jin Wei's beard trembled three times.

The so-called burning soul ball is an extremely rare treasure with special functions. When it is broken, a burst of burning soul energy will erupt from it, destroying spiritual treasures within a radius of several miles.

If this object explodes in the Jinhang Chamber of Commerce, the loss of the Jinhang Chamber of Commerce will be around tens of billions of spirit stones.

This is definitely not a price they can afford.

Zeng Wenyao said fiercely, "Jin Wei, I'll give you a chance. If you don't hand over that trash Yu Feng, don't blame me for not showing you the kindness we once had."

I have to say that Zeng Wenyao's intuition was quite accurate. He kept thinking that Feng Yu was still in the Jinhang Chamber of Commerce.