Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

At this time, Zhang Yifeng's aura was restrained, waiting for the moment when the hidden people around him took action.

People who even Murong Kun couldn't deal with must be cultivators in the Tribulation Stage, and Zhang Yifeng didn't dare to underestimate him.

What's more, in addition to Murong Kun, the Weiwo Sect now also has Yue Lian who is in the tribulation period.

Such strength could still be invaded by outsiders, and the pressure in Zhang Yifeng's heart skyrocketed.

At this moment, a strange movement came from the screen at the back of the hall. Zhang Yifeng's eyes moved and his figure flashed in front of the person who came out from behind the screen.

With his hands in the shape of sharp claws, Zhang Yifeng wanted to crush the man's throat with one hand.

Just looking at the face that appeared behind the screen, Zhang Yifeng's hand movements froze, and it turned out that the person coming was He Jiaoya.

This was not over yet. Zhang Yifeng lowered his head and saw that He Jiaoya was pushing a trolley with a cake on it that was almost impossible to see in Lingyue Continent.

"What's going on?"

Zhang Yifeng retracted his hand and stared blankly at the cart being pushed by He Jiaoya.

Just when Zhang Yifeng was stunned, the lights in the dark hall came on, and figures familiar to Zhang Yifeng emerged from all around.

Surprisingly, it was Murong Kun and the others who had disappeared before, and the girls from the sea of ​​flowers also walked out from behind the screen one by one, looking at Zhang Yifeng with smiles on their faces.

"You, what are you doing?"

Zhang Yifeng had a confused expression on his face, but he restrained the spiritual energy stirring in his body.

Obviously, there were no accidents with He Jiaoya and the other girls, and there were no incidents in the Weiwo Sect and Weiwo City.

"Ahem, Sect Master, I'm really sorry. I was forced to use this trick to trick you out."

Murong Kun said helplessly, turned his head and glanced at the girls around Zhang Yifeng, and there was no need to say more about the implication.

"City Lord Situ is still busy managing Weiwo City and has no time to come to congratulate you, so he specially sent you a small profit, please accept it, Lord Sect Master."

A monk next to Murong Kun suddenly spoke. Zhang Yifeng took a closer look and found that this monk was not the same monk who led the remaining people of Weiwo City to defend the city that day.

At this time, the monk was dressed in civilian attire, and it was obvious that he had been put to great use in Situ Wugou's hands.

Taking the congratulatory gift from him with a blank look on his face, Zhang Yifeng said with some confusion.

"Why, is someone celebrating a birthday today? So many things have been specially prepared."

Seeing Zhang Yifeng's confused look, He Jiaoya sighed helplessly and said.

"You are really a busy person. You have practiced so much that you even forgot when your birthday is?"

Seeing He Jiaoya rolling her eyes at him, Zhang Yifeng suddenly woke up and realized that these things were all prepared for him.

After some calculations, Zhang Yifeng found that his birthday seemed to be indeed this day.

It's just that Zhang Yifeng hasn't celebrated his birthday for a long time. In a place like Lingyue Continent, it can be said that it is full of dangers.

How can Zhang Yifeng still have the leisure to organize his own birthday? It is wise to use this time for cultivation.

"Ahem, Sect Master, this is also the intention of Miss He and the others. If Miss He and the others hadn't informed me, I really wouldn't have known that today is your birthday, Sect Master."

When Murong Kun saw Zhang Yifeng's unmoving expression, he felt a little anxious. He thought Zhang Yifeng was unhappy, so he hurriedly explained.

"It's okay. I've practiced so much that I've become confused. I still need someone to remind me of my birthday."

He smiled helplessly, it would be good to relax a bit, in Lingyue Continent, a place where danger lurks.

Zhang Yifeng has developed to this level, so it's not too much to take a proper rest.

Next, amid the laughter and laughter of everyone, Zhao Long, Mei Mei, He Jiaoya, Bai Jingjing, and Zhang Yifeng's sisters Zhang Kexin and Lin Siying stepped forward one after another and presented gifts to Zhang Yifeng.

Afterwards, Murong Kun, Yue Lian and others also gave Zhang Yifeng their own gifts.

Finally, there is Zhang Yifeng’s master, Fairy of the Spiritual Realm.

"My master didn't prepare any great gifts for you. I just remembered that you used to like swords, so I cut a wooden sword for you. I hope you like it."

The spirit realm fairy took out a wooden sword and handed it to Zhang Yifeng.

After Zhang Yifeng took it, he looked at the wooden sword in his hand, his eyes were not only a little moist.

Not only was he moved by everyone, but he also recalled all the memories he had with his master in his previous life.

Putting the wooden sword away excitedly, Zhang Yifeng smiled at everyone and prepared to sit down and have a drink with everyone.

At the same time, the hidden disciples of the Solo Sect also came outside the Wenxin Hall and bowed respectfully to Zhang Yifeng.

Looking at these disciples of the Were Sect, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but feel shaken.

When he returned to Lingyue Continent alone, in just a short period of time, he had become one of the top forces on Lingyue Continent and controlled a continent in Central Continent.

Zhang Yifeng did what others would never dare to think about.

Along the way, in addition to Zhang Yifeng's own efforts, there was also the help of various people, all of whom Zhang Yifeng will remember in his heart.

With emotion in his heart, Zhang Yifeng raised the wine in his hand, walked outside the hall, raised his wine glass and saluted the sky.

It's a pity that Zhishen has already ascended to the immortal world, otherwise Zhang Yifeng might be happier with Zhishen by his side.

Shaking his head slightly, Zhang Yifeng drank all the wine in the glass in his hand, feeling the spicy taste flowing down his mouth.

Just when Zhang Yifeng was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard a series of exclamations coming from the disciples of the Were Sect below.

Frowning slightly, Zhang Yifeng, who felt something was wrong, threw away the wine glass in his hand and quickly walked down the steps to the place where the sound came from.

After frowning and looking at several panicked disciples, Zhang Yifeng calmed them down.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"Qi, to report to the sect master, we were just about to leave when we suddenly noticed that Junior Brother Liu next to us began to cry in a low voice, and then he fell to the ground motionless."

One of the disciples replied to Zhang Yifeng in a panic, pointing at the Weapon disciple who was lying on the ground beside him.

Zhang Yifeng frowned when he saw this, stepped forward and turned the disciple over to take a look, only to find that the disciple's face was filled with black energy, and he looked like he was possessed.

Stretching out his hand, Zhang Yifeng was about to check the disciple's condition.

The fainted disciple suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a bloodthirsty red light.

A demonic pattern lit up on his neck, and surging demonic energy spurted out, completely transforming the disciple into a monster.

The monster transformed by the disciple of the Soli Sect suddenly burst into flames and charged towards Zhang Yifeng.

Such a shocking change made Zhang Yifeng raise his eyebrows and quickly push away the disciples around him.