After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Li Fuyi is indeed the darling of heaven and destined to be the super hero.

He no longer deliberately concealed his strength. Although he did not show off his strength, he was always on the front line when fighting against the Ghost Alliance.

During an operation to support the Zichen Sword Sect's headquarters, he used his cultivation level of a mid-stage True Immortal to face off against two powerful enemies in the early stages of the Profound Immortal realm.

Not only did he not lose the upper hand, but he beat his opponent back step by step, leaving him with no power to fight back.

In that fierce battle, he captured alive one of the six most powerful messengers under Taoist Long Xing - the Messenger of the Dead.

On the way to escort him back to Zichen Sword Sect, he even repelled nine surprise rescue attacks by the Ghost's subordinates in a row.

For a while, Ling Feng, the Immortal Lord of Zichen Sword Sect, was unstoppable and famous, and he entered the vision of all forces in the entire Piaomiao Realm.

No one dared to treat him as a young and promising person with a bright future.

Because he had made many contributions after his return, he became more and more popular within the Zichen Sword Sect, and even the peak masters would willingly bring him along when they met with them.

But no matter how powerful he was and how hard the other families resisted, the Ghost Realm's plan did not stop.

The Immortal Alliance was finally broken up by constant slander and endless tug-of-war.

Since then, only a few factions such as Zichen Sword Sect and Leiyin Heavenly Palace have remained in their sphere of influence, and are still resisting the encroachment of the ghost domain forces.

Even if there are those who are not ashamed to associate with it, they have to avoid its edge and protect themselves.

It's the winter season again with the fragrance of wintersweet.

Everyone discussed today's affairs in the meeting hall, and Mo Zheng personally sent his three disciples to the mountain gate.

Now the world has changed, and many things have become more complicated. Mo Zheng's three immortal disciples often have to go out.

Li Fuyi was going to three patrol stations on the border of Xueyuan. Winter had already arrived there, and someone was needed to check the patrol arrangements and all other matters.

Make sure the base can hold out in the extreme cold until the sect comes to help, so that they won’t be strangled to death silently.

Hua Jiantang was sent to a mine in the Zichen Sword Sect to escort a batch of precious spiritual ores.

Even in the world of cultivating immortals and seeking the truth, these foundations and economic lifelines are equally crucial.

Immortals may not need to eat, but training disciples, practicing and achieving breakthroughs... all of these require various resources.

Lin Moran was specially sent by Mo Zheng to the Medicine Immortal Mansion to purchase pills and medicinal materials, and to let her spend more time with the owner of the Medicine Immortal Mansion, Qiao Qianan.

The three of them have become independent and after bidding farewell to Mo Zheng, they each led a carefully selected team and were preparing to set off.

At this moment, a gorgeous flying boat came from a distance, breaking the tranquility of the winter mountains.

The flying boat had carved beams and painted rafters, and it looked particularly luxurious and gorgeous at first glance.

Everyone below was shocked by what they saw. They looked towards the bow vigilantly with a look of alertness in their eyes.

Fortunately, as the flying boat gradually approached, people discovered that the flag hanging on the bow was neither the flag of the Black Dragon Taoist Sect nor the iconic peach blossom flag of the Yunyao Female Sect.

The flagpole was empty and looked very unfamiliar from a distance, as if it was not the boat that frequently came and went.

Furthermore, the operation of the flying boat consumes a lot of spirit stones, if it weren't for the excessive number of disciples and followers that need to be transported.

Otherwise, in today's world, apart from the Ghost Realm Alliance, which loves luxury and ostentation, very few other sects would use flying boats for no reason.

Even if they have spiritual stone mines in their hands, the major sects will secretly save them and accumulate them for emergencies.

If there are enough spirit stones, they will naturally be used to train the disciples. This is the foundation of the sect and the most important matter for all major sects.

Therefore, the appearance of this strange flying boat made everyone who was still at the mountain gate alert.

The flying boat gradually lowered its altitude and slowly landed in the direction of the Zichen Sword Sect. It was obvious that it was targeting them.

Lin Moran, Li Fuyi and Hua Jiantang immediately turned back behind Mo Zheng, ready to deal with this strange visitor.

The flying boat knew the rules and did not land directly, but hovered in the air not far from the mountain gate.

A photo was taken of a person flying down from the sky, who was obviously here to announce his identity.

The visitor was a handsome young man who looked somewhat like Li Fuyi. His friendly smile seemed like a breath of fresh air on a spring day, which inexplicably made everyone in the Zichen Sword Sect feel somewhat favorable towards him.

Despite the biting cold wind, the young man held an exquisite landscape folding fan in his hand and looked very elegant and dashing.

He swept his eyes through the crowd, and when he saw Mo Zheng, who was in the lead, his eyes lit up.

Gently closing the folding fan, he trotted over to Mo Zheng, bowed respectfully, and introduced himself:

"Lord Ling Feng, please allow me to report. We are the Saintess of the Fox Clan. We have learned that the Zichen Sword Sect is in trouble and have come to help."

When these words were spoken, everyone present was stunned.

Immortal Lord Ling Feng?

It seemed like he was calling Li Fuyi, but the young man was actually talking to the headmaster.

Then who is the Fox Saint he mentioned?

Is she going to help Senior Brother Li Fuyi or the headmaster?

Mo Zheng reacted quickly and immediately grasped the key point - the Fox Saint...

Isn’t that Liu Yaoyao!

He turned his head to look at Li Fuyi who was standing behind him, and waited for him to give him a suspicious look.

He immediately turned back, coughed lightly, and asked for confirmation: "Fox clan? Is it the fox clan from the demon world?"

Mo Zheng felt relieved, this was a friend, not an enemy.

Although I don't know why the demon tribe appeared so early this time, after all, Liu Yaoyao came here for Li Fuyi, which is a good thing in every sense~

When the young man saw Mo Zheng asking this, he smiled so hard that his eyebrows and eyes curved. "Your Majesty is wise and knowledgeable. We are the fox tribe in the demon world."

"My Saint daughter was saved by the Immortal Lord when she was young, and I have come here to repay his kindness."

"Would you please follow me to the Immortal Lord and talk to my Saint Girl and you will know."

The young man had starry eyebrows and sharp eyes, and at this moment his heart and eyes were full of hope that Mo Zheng would agree.

This expression, coupled with the face that was quite similar, made Mo Zheng miss the silly disciple who was one of the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars.

His expression naturally softened a bit, and he asked softly, "Are you sure your Saint invited... me?"

The young man was stunned when he heard this, then nodded without hesitation, "My Saint said it was Immortal Lord Ling Feng, you are right!"

He muttered quietly, as if he was double-checking:

"He's majestic and imposing, and he's also as gentle as jade. The scent is perfect, there's no mistaking it."

"Please go ahead, Immortal Lord. My Saint Daughter will punish me if I wait too long."

Mo Zheng was amused by his eagerness. He gently pulled Li Fuyi's wrist and was about to walk towards the flying boat, but was stopped by the young man.

"My Lord, my Saint will only see you and no one else, is that okay..." The young man glanced at Li Fuyi with a hint of inexplicable wariness in his eyes.

Mo Zheng Wan'er let go of Li Fuyi's hand and signaled him and the other disciples to stay where they were.

Li Fuyi grabbed Mo Zheng's sleeve with his backhand, and Mo Zheng could only pat the back of his hand in comfort, "The Saint of the Demon Clan invites you, and I will be right back."

I thought to myself, "Good disciple, let me explain everything to you. You will be able to meet one of your future wives soon, so don't worry."

Li Fuyi looked at the back of his master Mo Zheng and clenched his fists hidden in his sleeves quietly.