Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

If the disciples in the sect are interested in someone and are willing to stay in the sect, they can stay.

If they want to leave, Yanyulou will not stop them, but they must make sure that the two of them really love each other.

If anyone dares to deceive the disciples of Yanyu Tower, Yanyu Tower will never spare them.

Moreover, Uncle Hua has been urging her to get married as soon as possible recently. It is time for her to find the one she likes now that she is old enough.

She does not have high requirements for her sweetheart. The appearance of the other person is not important. What is important is whether the other person has the same heart as herself and a right heart.

Zhang Yifeng happened to meet the standards in her heart, but Zhang Yifeng seemed to have fallen in love with him. This trip to Yanyu Tower was just to verify the conjecture in her heart.

Thinking of this, Hua Yu couldn't help but feel disappointed, but she still greeted Zhang Yifeng with a smile on her face.

"It's good that this way, fellow Taoist disciples don't have to slowly look for me, the little junior sister who has never seen the dragon before it's gone."

Hua Yu cupped her hands at Zhang Yifeng and smiled, looking very happy that Zhang Yifeng could finally verify her suspicion.

"Thank you for your concern, fellow Taoist, for finally allowing me to follow this clue."

Zhang Yifeng sighed, he had worked really hard for several days in order to find the traces of He Yajiao.

If the direct disciple of Yanyulou was not He Yajiao, Zhang Yifeng could only go back to the Jiang family and use the Jiang family's power to search for relevant records in the Ning family.

Let's see if we can find out where He Yajiao was sent by the Ning family.

While thinking, Zhang Yifeng followed Hua Yu to the banquet where the core disciples of Yanyu Tower sat down.

Zhang Yifeng glanced down and saw that at least half of the tables on the table were ones he had seen in the Fire Feather Secret Realm.

It can be seen that if the people from Xiaoyu Pavilion had succeeded at that time, Yanyu Tower would have suffered a serious blow.

It has only been seven days, and all the Yanyu Tower disciples have not forgotten Zhang Yifeng.

At this moment, I saw Zhang Yifeng all looking at Zhang Yifeng with admiration, and even some female cultivators looked at Zhang Yifeng with a different meaning.

There is no doubt that Zhang Yifeng's performance in the Fire Feather Secret Realm conquered many Yanyu Tower disciples.

Faced with the secret glances of these female cultivators, Zhang Yifeng could only respond with an awkward smile and sit silently in his seat.

Zhang Yifeng wanted to meet the direct disciple of Yanyulou as soon as possible, so as to verify his thoughts.

If the other party was not He Yajiao, Zhang Yifeng could only leave as soon as possible and return to Jufeng City to search for clues about He Yajiao from the Ning family.

Just as Zhang Yifeng was deep in thought, he suddenly heard cheers. He looked up and saw a masked female cultivator walking out of the main hall of Yanyu Tower.

He glanced at Zhang Yifeng and frowned. This female cultivator had a graceful figure, but she was completely different from He Jiaoya.

Zhang Yifeng knew He Jiaoya very well, and this female cultivator could never be He Jiaoya.

The hopes that arose in Zhang Yifeng's heart were extinguished in an instant, and he stood up with a sigh. Amidst the cheers of the people around him, Zhang Yifeng planned to leave quietly.

As a result, the female cultivator had just walked from the main hall of Yanyu Tower to the steps of the square, when four killers dressed in black suddenly appeared from the darkness.

Several hidden weapons with piercing cold light were fired at the same time, and as soon as the four killers moved, a small formation rose around them.

This mysterious direct disciple was immediately enveloped by the magic circle. Zhang Yifeng's eyes suddenly froze when he saw the sudden change, and he was about to rescue him.

Suddenly, a large number of black-clothed monks came out from all directions. Feeling the aura on their bodies, Zhang Yifeng knew in his heart that these people were the killers of Xiaoyu Pavilion.

"After Xiaoyu Pavilion suffered heavy damage, you actually gathered a team to attack Yanyu Tower?"

Zhang Yifeng frowned, what on earth is the Xiaoyu Pavilion going crazy about? It has obviously suffered heavy losses in the Fire Yu Secret Realm, but it still wants to take action against the Yanyu Pavilion.

When the Xiaoyu Pavilion killers attacked, the female nuns from the Misty Rain Pavilion reacted quickly and quickly formed a sword formation to protect the guests who came to attend the celebration.

Some of the guests wanted to help, but were hit by a hidden weapon. They turned black and died on the spot.

"These assassins from Xiaoyu Pavilion deliberately took this opportunity to use the lives of guests to contain the disciples from Yanyu Pavilion."

Zhang Yifeng whispered in his heart, already seeing the intention of Xiaoyu Pavilion.

There were many guests from outside Yanyulou during this celebration, and Yanyulou, as a well-known and upright person, could not ignore these guests.

As a result, Xiaoyu Pavilion took advantage of it as a weakness, causing Yanyu Pavilion to passively defend on its home court.

Turning his head and looking to the other side, he saw the mysterious direct disciple of Yanyu Pavilion. This subject seemed to be able to face the siege of the four killers of Xiaoyu Pavilion with ease.

Zhang Yifeng looked at the other party's movements and vaguely realized that this matter was not that simple.

The cultivation level of this direct disciple is not what ordinary monks in the Celestial Realm can achieve.

Suddenly, Zhang Yifeng's expression changed. Could it be that this direct disciple was not actually him, or that there were no direct disciples in Yanyu Tower from beginning to end?

Zhang Yifeng speculated that the main reason for this mysterious disciple's performance in being surrounded and killed by the four Xiaoyu Pavilion killers was too outstanding.

Faced with a joint attack by four killers who were at the same level as the peak of the Celestial Realm, this direct disciple still faced it calmly.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but whisper to Hua Yu beside him.

"Fellow Taoist, are there any elders or deputy sect masters from Yanyu Tower who didn't come to celebrate today?"

"The deputy sect leader said he was ill and did not come today."

The battle situation was tense. After Hua Yu briefly responded to Zhang Yifeng, she led a table of core disciples from Yanyu Tower and went straight to the battle circle.

Zhang Yifeng was a guest and Hua Yu was embarrassed to ask Zhang Yifeng to take action.

Looking at Hua Yu's flying back, Zhang Yifeng turned his head and looked at the direct disciple again.

I found that the opponent was able to kill the four assassins from Xiaoyu Pavilion several times, but he did not do it directly. Instead, he seemed to be actively delaying these four people.

While Zhang Yifeng was observing attentively, a sudden explosion came from the main hall of the Yanyu Tower sect, and two figures flew out of the main hall, shaking and shaking in their hands.

Zhang Yifeng saw that the two people fighting were both at the high level of the Mysterious Immortal Realm. During the fight, ripples of energy were transmitted in all directions, making the entire sect hall tremble.

"Hahaha, Yan Yunxia, ​​no matter how hard you try, you won't be my opponent.

What's more, my target for this trip is not you at all. The direct disciple you tried so hard to hide finally showed up.

Naturally, I, Xiaoyu Pavilion, have to accept the prey that is delivered to my door. The life of your direct disciple will be accepted by us, Xiaoyu Pavilion! "

The people fighting between the two parties were the sect masters of Xiaoyu Pavilion and Yanyu Tower.

"Hey, Black Wing, you might as well take a closer look at who the people you sent are surrounding them, right?"

Yan Yunxia, ​​the owner of Yanyu Tower, who was dressed in white and looked noble, sneered.