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Yi Feng gently patted the black tiger's back, and the black shadow disappeared in the blink of an eye. Yi Feng had told Black Mountain to find Liu Jing'er and gather at the square, preparing to set off.

This time, it wasn't only Elder Yan who was participating in the Divine Music Valley's auction. There were several other experts who had already left first. Elder Yan had left late because he had to look after Yi Feng.

Not long later, the three of them arrived at the square, where there were already many Divine Music Valley disciples training, looking at Old Yan with eyes full of worship. When they looked at Yi Feng, a hint of fanaticism flashed across their eyes.

A black figure shot into the square like a bolt of lightning, and a young girl sat on the back of the black figure. A faint smile hung on her pretty face, and when she saw Yi Feng's figure, the Divine Music Valley disciples' faces turned even redder.

With the exception of Yi Feng, perhaps only Liu Li Jing'er would be willing to ride the Black Flash. Black Flash's IQ was not lower than a human, so he naturally knew that Yi Feng and Liu Li Jing'er's relationship was not ordinary. The others would definitely not let him ride the Black Flash.

At this moment in the plaza, there were already two disciples of the Divine Music Valley riding two eagles to wait for a few people. They respectfully looked at Old Yan.

"Brother Zhan, looks like you can only ride on the same Wind Eagle with this rotten old man, haha ?" Old Yan laughed loudly as he looked at Yi Feng, Liu Jing'er.

"Hehe, there's nothing we can do. Who said we are the big brothers? We naturally have to give them some space." After speaking, he jumped onto the back of the eagle. Old Yan laughed out loud and also mounted on the back of the eagle, and then controlled the eagle to fly high up in the sky.

Yi Feng's face turned slightly red. With so many people present, Zhan Tian and Old Yan's teasing, even if Yi Feng wasn't embarrassed, Liu Jing'er's neck would still be red.

The male disciples of the Divine Music Valley looked at Yi Feng with undisguised envy and jealousy. To be able to attract the attention of their goddess, Jing Jing'er, was their wish.

Yi Feng and Jing'er got on the back of the eagle and were about to attack, but the eagle suddenly trembled. Its eyes were filled with fear, and deep in its eyes, there was even a trace of reverence.

Yi Feng was shocked, he looked towards Black Flash, Black Flash did not do anything, why was the Wind Vulture so afraid?

"Little Black, why is this Wind Vulture so afraid of you?" Yi Feng asked.

"I don't know either." Was it because he was a Zongshi realm mutated beast?

"Restrain your aura completely." Yi Feng also thought so. Maybe it was because of the difference in strength between the beasts, which was why the Wind Eagles were a little scared.

Black Flash tried his best to restrain the aura on his body. Only then did the Wind Vulture appear calm, but the reverence in its eyes did not disappear.

After the black shadow appeared on the back of the eagle, Yi Feng rode the eagle and flew towards Zhan Tian and his companion.

Even if there were two people and a tiger on the eagle, it would not be crowded. Liu Li Jing'er did not speak to Yi Feng, but immediately began to cultivate.

Ever since the battle between Yi Feng and the Netherworld Pavilion, and the battle between Yi Feng and Yu Ziyang, Jing'er realized that Yi Feng was much stronger than she was. The gap between them would only grow larger and larger at this rate.

Hei Yu laid on the side. He was very tactful. With the Young Lord and his lover by his side, it was better for him to pretend to be asleep with his tiger-like eyes closed and not pay any attention to what was happening around him.

Yi Feng was also meditating and cultivating, part of his mind controlling the eagle. Occasionally, he would look at Liu Jing'er, who was sitting opposite to him, and unconsciously let out a smile.

As if she had sensed Yi Feng's gaze, Jing Er opened her eyes. She glared at Yi Feng with eyes that seemed to say, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and cultivate."

Yi Feng smiled, then closed his eyes and began to meditate. With his beauty by his side, Yi Feng was in an excellent mood. Perhaps this was the happiest time in years.

On the evening of the third day, the group arrived at Black Abyss City. At the city gates, there was always someone from the Xuan Feng Family welcoming them. Every time the Cloud Creek Pavilion held an auction, the experts from the three major sects would all be waiting at the Xuan Feng Family to start the auction.

The first time he came to Black Lake City, Yi Feng was still a Junior Warrior. When he came again, Yi Feng was a genuine Junior Martial Master. However, under the cover of the Resting Dress, very few people could see his cultivation level.

Under the lead of the Whirlwind Clan's disciple, in the time it takes to boil a cup of tea, the four of them arrived at the front of the Mystique Wind Gate like a tiger. This time, it was not only the Mystique Wind Faction that came to receive them, but also an old man in a brocade robe.

"Haha, Brother Yan, it's been a while. Brother Zhan actually broke through again. I'm so jealous." The old man was the ancestor of the Xuan Feng Family. Like Old Yan, Patriarch Whirlwind had been stuck at the peak Xiantian realm for many years and had never broken through.

"Hehe, Old Devil Xuan Feng, your hands are itchy this time. I want to have a good fight with you this time around." He was very familiar with Grandmaster Xuan Feng, so there was no need for him to be overly courteous when speaking to him.

"Brother Xuan Feng, you're too modest. I was just lucky. I have no confidence that I'll be able to break through in the future." Zhan Tian smiled. If not for Yi Feng's theory of fighting, he was afraid that he hadn't broken through yet.

Old Yan and Old Ancestor Xuan Feng sighed in their hearts. Breaking through the last barrier was extremely difficult. If not, they wouldn't have thought that they had yet to break through.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the two, Patriarch Xuanfeng turned to Yi Feng with a strange glint in his eyes. In just a few months, this young man was already a beginner martial arts master.

"The juniors are really not bad, but we still have to work hard in martial arts cultivation. If we don't advance, we retreat." It was rare for such a talented youth to appear. Even Patriarch Xuanfeng could not help but sigh in his heart and say, "If such a person appeared in my Xuanfeng Clan, my clan would be in a good mood."

"Thank you for your guidance, senior. This junior will remember your words." When Yi Feng saw the old man talking with Old Man Yan and Zhan Tian, he knew that this old man was most likely the ancestor of the Xuan Feng Family.

"Those old fellows are all here. Haha, we're just waiting for you two." The old fellows he spoke of were naturally the experts from the various sects and subsidiary clans.

"Alright, I haven't seen you in years. Have you prepared a good wine?" To be able to reunite with so many experts, the chances weren't high.

"The wine has already been prepared for you. Even after so many years, it's still the same as before. However, this time, there are still a few seniors who came." After finishing his last sentence, Patriarch Whirlwind suppressed his voice to an extremely low pitch.

Old Yan Zhan Tian was startled, but he didn't show it on his face. He thought that this Cloud Stream Pavilion's auction wasn't that simple after all.