The world of self-cultivation has been ruined by me

Ah Ba walked very slowly, his spiritual power gathered, and he was on high alert.

Arriving at the top of Muhua Peak, Ah Ba hesitated for a moment, stepped out with his left foot slowly, and fell towards Mu Huafeng little by little.

His one foot touched everyone's heart, all eyes were fixed on it, highly nervous.

Hey.

The footsteps fell steadily, and everyone held their breath.

This atmosphere also brought heavy pressure to Ah Ba, his face was full of tension, and sweat was dripping from his forehead.

call.

Seeing that there was no accident, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

A smile appeared on Huafeng's face, and he said, "It seems to be all right..."

boom!
A figure flew upside down, but Ah Ba saw that there was nothing wrong, so he stepped on it with the other foot, and at this moment, an accident happened.

An emerald green bamboo flute appeared out of thin air, it was so delicate and beautiful, when it was swept lightly, Ah Ba vomited blood and flew upside down.

Huafeng held back his words, and said solemnly: "It's this bamboo flute again..."

This bamboo flute left a deep impression on him, and the scene of suppressing the eight great suzerains last time is vivid in his memory.

"Uncle Wu."

He turned his head to look at the old man on one side, Uncle Wu nodded, took a step forward, his body shook, his eyes sharpened suddenly.

Like a waking lion, Uncle Wu's aura at this moment is extremely terrifying.

He gently stretched out a hand, and grabbed the bamboo flute.

A big hand with condensed spiritual power appeared above the bamboo flute, and with his palm down, the big hand grabbed the bamboo flute suddenly.

The next moment, green flowers filled the air, and the bamboo flute vibrated slightly, hitting the big hand.

boom!
The big hand shattered.

Uncle Wu's body trembled, he took a step back, his face became completely solemn, and he looked at the bamboo flute which had regained its calm.

"Uncle Wu..." Hua Feng said in a concentrated voice.

Uncle Wu shook his head slightly, his head lifted, his back straightened slowly, and a more terrifying aura erupted, rising infinitely higher.

boom.

Going beyond the limit, Uncle Wu at this moment feels like an indomitable giant.

Seemingly sensing Uncle Wu's aura, the bamboo flute felt threatened, and the light shone brightly, covering the sky with blue flowers.

An incomparable breath radiated out. The bamboo flute at this moment is not ordinary, and the power of terror is hidden.

The bamboo flute rotated slowly, the mouth of the flute was aimed at Uncle Wu, with a slight vibration, it disappeared out of thin air.

Uncle Wu's expression changed, he let out a low drink, and clapped his hands out.

boom.

A terrifying explosion occurred, and the people around felt a strong threat and retreated one after another.

Uncle Wu's body shook violently, his expression changed for a while, and he took a step back suddenly, before he calmed down.

Looking at the bamboo flute again, it has returned to its original place, returning to its previous emerald green appearance, floating quietly in mid-air.

Taking a deep look at the bamboo flute, Uncle Wu's aura slowly retreated, and he resumed his old servant's appearance again, and said in a low voice, "Young master, Mu Huafeng cannot go up."

Even if he didn't say it, Hua Feng understood that the master of the bamboo flute could hardly imagine repelling a strong Nascent Soul with just a bamboo flute.

"Who is it, and why is there no record in the classics?"

Hua Feng recalled the history of Qian Lingzong, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't find the right person.

Su Le on the other side watched it from the beginning to the end, his heart was filled with excitement, and he looked at the bamboo flute eagerly.

"That's awesome, Nascent Soul, to be repelled by a bamboo flute!"

At this moment, Su Le felt a strong sense of security. With such a strong backing, what else is there to be afraid of?
Turning to look at Hua Feng, Su Le jokingly said, "Senior Brother Hua, don't you want to see Master Mistress? Come here."

"And you, weren't you quite arrogant just now? Why are you all shrinking like turtles now?"

Facing Su Le's unscrupulous ridicule, the people here glared, but there was nothing they could do.

The lessons learned from the past are vivid, and no one dares to provoke the bamboo flute.

Hua Feng couldn't help but get angry when he saw Su Le's demeanor. This guy not only has a mean mouth, but also looks like he deserves to be beaten.

Looking at the bamboo flute with eyes full of unwillingness, Hua Feng felt extremely aggrieved.

After preparing for so long, no matter how he calculates, he can easily crush the opponent, but accidents keep happening.

Now he has lost his wife and lost his army, even Bai Ling. Not only is it a pity, but it is also a great loss of face.

Watching the enemy jumping up and down in front of his eyes helplessly, Mu Huafeng has become a forbidden place for everyone.

Huafeng just felt that he couldn't breathe freely, and his chest felt tight.

"Xiao Huazi, come on, the young master is standing here, you son of a bitch, come here."

Su Lewu babbled on and on, swearing all kinds of people casually, without any repetition, which made Hua Feng furious.

It's just that he didn't scold Su Le, instead he smiled coldly: "Su Le, you've got what you want now, but have you forgotten a hero?"

"Hero? What do you mean..."

A figure suddenly popped up in Su Le's mind, his heart twitched violently, and his expression completely changed.

"Wu Fei! What did you do to Wu Fei?"

"Haha, don't worry, I'll let you meet each other right away." Hua Feng finally heaved a sigh of relief and laughed loudly.

Turning around, he ordered: "Go and bring Wu Fei."

Su Le stared at Hua Feng, her heart was beating violently, and the uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense.

The next moment, a person came with a person in his hands and threw them on the ground.

The dress was stained red with blood, and the gaps were broken, revealing the hideous and terrifying wounds inside, and there was almost no intact place on the whole body.

The man fell to the ground, as if he was still in a coma, his dry hair could vaguely see the softness of the past.

"Wu Fei..."

Even though he didn't see the face, Su Le still recognized it in an instant. His heart twitched violently when he saw the girl who used to be pretty in the past become what she is now.

Bumping and running to the dividing line at the foot of the mountain, Su Le looked at the familiar figure blankly with a look of despair on his face.

With a smile all over Hua Feng's face, he waved his hand to call for his disciples, fixed Wu Fei on a wooden stake beside him, and then a burst of spiritual power penetrated into her body.

Wu Fei's body trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, her eyes gradually focused, and she saw a familiar figure not far away.

Turning her head almost subconsciously, but being fixed and unable to move, Wu Fei quickly closed her eyes, unwilling to face the man she loved.

Seeing this scene, Su Le's heart trembled. How could he not understand what Wu Fei was thinking, and he was unwilling to face him with such an ugly look.

Heart twitched violently, Su Le's eyes gradually blurred, this girl has not complained at all until now.

"Why are you so stupid?"

Su Le even wanted Wu Fei to hate him, so at least he would feel better. He even regretted enslaving her back then.

"If I hadn't chosen her, I wouldn't have everything I have today. She should be fine, right?"

"I made all this with my own hands..."

Snapped!
Su Le suddenly slapped himself hard, and then continued to twitch.

The clear sound spread around, Hua Feng felt extremely happy, and looked at Su Le with a smile on his face.

Biyun in the distance came over at some point, looked at Su Le worriedly, and didn't know whether to stop him or not?

Wen Ruyi and the others looked at the handsome young man in the past, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable.