Wuji Gate Station.

Although the capital city is the territory of Zhenwu Sect, as a hidden sect with a long history, Wuji Sect also has its own industry here.

Cheng Feng's front foot had just arrived when Gong Yuanlong called him over on his back foot.

In the spacious and bright practice room, Gong Yuanlong was wearing a loose dark gray practice uniform, sitting cross-legged on the futon, with wisps of white mist coming out of his head.

The mist automatically condensed into three fist-sized air masses, which expanded and contracted with Gong Yuanlong's breathing, as if they had vitality.

"Meet Uncle Master!"

Cheng Feng stood at the door, clasping his fists and saluting.

Gong Yuanlong's eyelids moved, his lips slightly opened, like a whale sucking water, sucking all the three air masses above his head into his body, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Whoa!"

The next moment, two dazzling lights shot out from Gong Yuanlong's eyes, like two sharp knives, stabbing Cheng Feng's skin painfully.

Cheng Feng was shocked and quickly lowered his head in a very respectful posture.

"Did he accept the invitation?" Gong Yuanlong dusted his sleeves, stood up, and looked at Cheng Feng and asked.

"yes."

Cheng Feng said without hesitation: "Your Excellency Lin Zhong agreed to attend the banquet."

Gong Yuanlong narrowed his eyes: "He has no suspicion?"

"Your Excellency Lin Zhong does have doubts, but..."

Cheng Feng hesitated for a moment and decided to tell the truth: "He said that he was willing to take risks for the sake of the overall situation of the martial arts world."

"Haha, the overall situation."

Gong Yuanlong shook his head and chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "He really thinks he is the leader of the Martial Alliance."

Cheng Feng didn't dare to answer, but there was an inexplicable fear in his heart.

Because judging from Gong Yuanlong's attitude when he mentioned Lin Zhong at this moment, he didn't look like he was ready to give up revenge at all.

Intuition told Cheng Feng that the reason why Gong Yuanlong held the banquet in Yulouyuan was definitely not to exchange war with Lin Chonghua for friendship, but for another purpose.

Thinking about the other party's unusual behavior recently, Cheng Feng became more and more alarmed and uneasy.

"Uncle, do you want to tell the master?" Driven by a sense of uneasiness, Cheng Feng secretly swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously.

Gong Yuanlong's eyes suddenly became extremely cold. He stared at Cheng Feng's face and said with a smile: "What are you telling him? Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Boom!

There was a thunder in Cheng Feng's mind, and he felt an indescribable huge pressure rushing towards him, like a torrential flood, almost drowning him.

"Yes, sorry."

Cheng Feng seemed to hear the sound of his own teeth chattering, and at the same time, his body began to tremble uncontrollably: "It was the disciple who acted abruptly, and everything is decided by my uncle."

"Speak less of what you shouldn't say; stop meddling in things that shouldn't be your business."

Gong Yuanlong raised his chin slightly and looked down at Cheng Feng with a calm and indifferent tone.

"......yes!"

Cheng Feng bowed his head deeply.

Gong Yuanlong flicked his sleeves: "Let's go out."

Cheng Feng immediately felt like he was being pardoned and hurriedly left the practice room.

The sun was shining brightly outside the room, and the sky was high and the clouds were clear. However, Cheng Feng was frightened, dripping with cold sweat, and the chill that enveloped his whole body did not subside for a long time.

Experiencing two consecutive scares was really a big test for Cheng Feng.

As a result, he was rarely able to advance or retreat, and was in a panic.

More importantly, Cheng Feng was worried that he would be used as a pawn by Gong Yuanlong and trapped in a terrible conspiracy, and he would die without knowing how.

"No, I want to calm down!"

Cheng Feng slapped himself hard and tried to clear his mind.

"The first question is, can I stay out of it?"

"No, I am the one who sent the invitation. If something unexpected happens at the banquet, I will never be able to escape the blame. I may even take the blame and be the scapegoat."

"Second question, what exactly is Uncle Gong planning to do?"

"Obviously, his goal has never changed, which is to kill Lin Zhong to avenge Ling Feiyu, even if it brings disaster to the Wuji Sect."

Thinking of this, Cheng Feng suddenly had a strange thought in his heart: "Is Ling Feiyu the illegitimate son of Master Gong? Otherwise, why would he hate Lin Zhong so much?"

"Impossible, how old is he?"

Cheng Feng shook his head vigorously to get that ridiculous idea out of his mind.

"The third question is, what should I do to ensure my own safety?"

Cheng Feng frowned and his thoughts were racing.

If Gong Yuanlong's conspiracy succeeds, he will definitely be killed and silenced.

Cheng Feng knew this ruthless uncle very well.

And if Gong Yuanlong fails, as the messenger, he will definitely not be able to escape the aftermath of the fall.

After all, he and Lin Zhong had a grudge long ago. Even if he was innocent, who would believe it?

The more Cheng Feng thought about it, the more frightened he became. He had a vague premonition that he was standing on the edge of a cliff and might fall to pieces if he was not careful.

"Now, the only person who can save me is Master."

Cheng Feng took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually became determined: "Even if you are my uncle, even if you are the great master of Danjin, you can't make me accept my fate!"

The master Cheng Feng spoke of was none other than Chen Hanzhou, the head of the Wuji Sect.

However, although the two were masters and apprentices, they met only a handful of times.

Chen Hanzhou was obsessed with martial arts and had been in seclusion for many years. His emotions and desires had become indifferent. He rarely interfered with the affairs of the sect and basically left everything to Gong Yuanlong and Peng Xiangyun.

Unless a major incident occurs that shakes the foundation of Wuji Sect, it will be very difficult to meet Chen Hanzhou, even if Cheng Feng is a true disciple.

Since the end of the Yanhuang Martial Arts Association, Chen Hanzhou disappeared, while the other deputy master Peng Xiangyun stayed in Pingzhou to head the headquarters. Water from afar could not quench his thirst for nearness.

Only a few people knew Chen Hanzhou's whereabouts, not including Cheng Feng anyway.

If Cheng Feng wants to see Chen Hanzhou, he can only find another core true successor.

Thinking of this, Cheng Feng no longer hesitated and strode out.

Not long after, Cheng Feng saw brothers Xu Zhen and Xu Chun who were sparring. A circle of Wuji Sect disciples surrounded them, and enthusiastic cheers broke out from time to time.

"Senior Brother Cheng is here."

"Where have you gone, senior brother? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Seeing Cheng Feng approaching, the disciples immediately separated to make way for a passage.

Cheng Feng braced himself, forced out a smile, nodded to his junior brothers and sisters, then looked at Xu Zhen and said straight to the point: "Can I talk to you alone?"

Xu Zhen happened to raise his arms and repel Xu Chun who rushed in front of him.

"good."

He raised his eyebrows.

The two of them came to a remote corner one after another. Cheng Feng let go of his senses and made sure that no one was eavesdropping. Then he whispered: "I want to ask you a favor."

Xu Zhen looked Cheng Feng up and down and said lukewarmly, "What are you busy with?"

"Take me to see the master."

"In two days, we will return to Pingzhou. You will see his old man by then."

"No, I want to see the master now."
Chapter completed!