Inside the little wooden cabin.
Wu Long and Qiu Ying, who had both successfully broken through, grinned when they heard that Zhang Mang had come to challenge Zhao Changfeng.
Others might not know Zhao Changfeng's combat strength, but how could they not?
Even after reaching the Primordial Spirit Realm, neither had complete confidence that he could defeat Zhao Changfeng, let alone Zhang Mang.
He was already this formidable at the Yuanqi Stage. Once Zhao Changfeng entered the Primordial Spirit Realm, slaughtering the two of them would be effortless.
"Junior Brother, accept Zhang Mang's challenge and demand materials and treasures of equal rank!"
Qiu Ying called out.
Zhao Changfeng nodded with a smile. Already familiar with the sect's challenge rules, he said, "You two stay here. Don't stick your heads out to watch."
Old Devil Teng had treated him well. He wanted to build up Old Devil Teng's prestige by suddenly adding three or four Formal Disciples under Teng Kun's name, allowing him to hold his head high in the sect.
"We'll do as you say!"
Both immediately agreed.
Zhao Changfeng stepped out of the little wooden building and walked slowly up to Zhang Mang, glancing at his second-rank Blood God Saber.
Then he sneered, "Senior Brother Zhang, was it? You don't seem to own anything worth much. Accepting your challenge would hardly be worth my while. Please leave."
Zhang Mang frowned.
Spectators gradually gathered.
There were Named Disciples under Teng Kun, as well as those under Zhang Mang's master and other elders. All watched him with strange expressions.
He had come only because Feng Mu had forced him.
Feng Mu already knew that Teng Kun had begun his journey back and would return to the sect before long.
Feng Mu feared that Teng Kun would secretly expend his own spirit