The man walked out of the darkness very casually.
A black cloak covered his whole body, leaving only his hands exposed.
The fingers are long and slender, and the fingertips are glowing with dark light, exactly like the nails of the three Hidden Cultivation Society old guys from before.
Lin Feng's eyes fell on the spear that penetrated Qian Weiguo's temple.
The barrel of the gun was completely dark green, with brains and bone fragments remaining on the tip.
The distance of this shot was at least over a hundred meters, and its accuracy was ridiculously high.
"Good guy, it's pretty quick to silence him."
Lin Feng's voice echoed in the cave.
The cloaked man didn't answer.
He bent down and pulled out the dark green spear from Qian Weiguo's head, shaking off the blood on the tip of the spear.
Then he turned around and left.
Didn't even look at Lin Feng.
This attitude is more infuriating than punching him.
Lin Feng snorted coldly.
Indestructible Golden Body opened fully, the body was ejected, and the distance was shortened to within three meters in an instant.
The cloaked man's reaction was much faster than expected.
The butt of the gun was pushed back, facing Lin Feng's face.
Lin Feng turned his head to avoid it and punched out with his right fist.
The fist wind carried the golden Gale Qi and hit the opponent's back.
The cloaked man did not turn around.
His whole body tilted twenty degrees before the fist reached him, and the wind of the fist brushed his side and hit the rock wall.
A crater exploded in the rock wall.
Gravel splashes.
"It's interesting."
Lin Feng withdrew his fist.
The cloaked man finally stopped.
He turned around. The brim of his cloak was pushed down so low that his facial features could not be seen clearly.
But the voice came out, hoarse, with the texture of metal friction.
"You shouldn't have caught up."
"Bullshit."
Lin Feng punched again.
This time it's the front.
The cloaked man's spear was placed in front of him, and a layer of gray-green Gale Qi lit up instantly on the gun barrel.
His fist hit the barrel of the gun.
Clang--!
There was a muffled sound.
The air was pressed out into a cloud of white mist.
Lin Feng's fist was not bounced away, his five fingers clasped the gun barrel, and blood poured into his palm.
The cloaked man let go.
The gun was pulled over by Lin Feng.
But the person had already withdrawn ten meters away.
"Martial Saint Peak." Lin Feng weighed the dark green spear in his hand and threw it aside.
"Hidden Cultivation Society people have better cultivation than that trash."
The cloaked man didn't answer.
His right hand stretched out from his cloak, and there was an extra token in his palm.
The token turned over and shook towards Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's mental power was suppressed, but his fifth-grade perception still captured the information on the surface of the token.
One line of words.
"Northwest Branch·Butler No. 6."
A set of coordinates is engraved below.
"I'm not here to kill you." The cloaked man finally said a few more words.
"Qian Weiguo has been destroyed. Keeping it will only expose more. What you want is on the token."
He took a step back.
"Branch's location, you can go if you want. But I advise you..."
Lin Feng didn't wait for him to finish.
Flying Daggers takes action.
Although the mental power has been reduced to the fifth level, the control accuracy has dropped a lot.
The cloaked man's body moved an inch to the right.
Six Flying Daggers passed by.
The seventh one scratched the hem of his cloak.
The eighth one.
Poof.
Nailed on his left shoulder.
The cloaked man snorted, dodged back, and submerged himself into the underground river channel deep in the cave.
Lin Feng chased after two steps and stopped at the entrance of the passage.
The sound of water flowing in the underground river rumbled.
The aura of the cloaked man was rapidly moving away, towards the depths of the underground.
Can't catch up.
It's not that you can't catch up, it's that it's not necessary.
Psychic Sealing Grand Formation is still running, his mental power is suppressed, and Flying Daggers's control accuracy is greatly reduced.
In this state, diving into an unknown underground river to chase a Martial Saint Peak is not brave, but foolish.
Besides...
Lin Feng looked down at the token on the ground.
He already got what he wanted.
The formation under his feet was still buzzing.
Lin Feng walked back to the center of the cave and scanned the Spirit Pattern nodes on the rock wall.
This formation is quite annoying.
He picked the largest node and punched it.
Click.
The node is broken.
The buzzing sound became weaker.
The second. The third. The fourth.
He walked around the cave wall and smashed all the Spirit Pattern nodes he could see.
When the last one broke.
Buzz!
The formation collapsed.
The stress of mental blockade dissipates instantly.
Sixth-Grade Psychic Power spread out again, covering the entire cave.
Lin Feng let out a sigh of relief.
Although you can hit while being suppressed, it does not feel very comfortable.
It's like wearing a tight band, it's oppressive.
He bent down and picked up the token from the ground.
The coordinates are marked.
Hidden Cultivation Society Northwest Branch.
Keep it and clean it up later.
There are more important things right now.
Lin Feng turned around and looked at the cold pool in the center of the cave.
Mystic Nether Cold Iron Water.
No matter what the purpose of giving this coordinate is, the thing itself is real.
The temperature and smell of the cold pool cannot be faked.
Lin Feng took out a special container from Storage Ring.
This is the Spirit Pattern bottle copied from the Bai Family, which is specially used to hold extreme temperature liquids.
The capacity is not large, but it is enough.
He walked to the edge of the pool and squatted down.
The mouth of the Spirit Pattern bottle extends below the liquid level of the cold pool.
The faint blue liquid was slowly poured into the bottle.
The moment it was put into the bottle, a layer of white frost formed on the outer wall of the container, climbing from the bottom to the mouth of the bottle.
Full.
Lin Feng Seal the bottle well and put it into the deepest compartment of Storage Ring.
The communicator rang.
Encrypted channel of Elder Zhou.
"Griffin has arrived outside Storm Gorge, please give instructions."
Lin Feng picked up the communicator.
"Qian Weiguo is dead and was silenced by Hidden Cultivation Society. There are still six Martial Saint corpses and the remains of the formation in the cave."
There was a pause.
"You guys come in and clean up the scene, I have other things to do."
"Received."
Elder Zhou didn't ask much.
Lin Feng put away the communicator and took one last look at the messy scene in the cave.
Seven corpses, broken boulders, a circle of collapsed formation nodes, and footprints on the edge of the cold pool.
It's a bit messy, but I've taken everything that needs to be taken.
He turned and walked toward the cave entrance.
Out of the rift valley.
The light from the sky made him squint.
Earth Dragon was still lying outside. When he saw him coming out, the dragon's head was raised.
Fierce Vulture glided down from the cliff and landed on the dragon's back, tilting his head and looking at him.
"Let's go back to the Shen Family."