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After entering the city, the team led their horses away from the Thousand Dou City. Now that the fight was over, they were sent back to the courtyard, which meant that they could leave the city anytime.

The meritorious military exploits from the local alliance were also given to those from the Life and Death Arena. There were 150 contribution points for Martial Masters. Yi Feng looked at the storage ring and the 157 Martial Masters below him. He felt troubled.

According to the ratio, the martial artists that survived from the first round would receive 60% of the battle achievements. The martial artists that entered the second round would receive 30%, and the martial artists that entered the last round would receive 10%.

"The brothers who will be competing in the first round, step forward." Yi Feng said softly, after which he took out ninety battle tokens, filling the courtyard with his subordinates.

How could these martial artists not know that the commander was trying to reward them for their deeds? They were all envious. In this fight with Yi Feng, there were very few casualties. Many of them wished that they would be the first to fight.

It was obvious that they had expended too much during the fight and had not fully recovered. Looking at the achievements that Yi Feng had obtained, a smile appeared on their faces for the first time. These were the people that they had used their lives in exchange for their dead brothers.

"One person will get six contribution points." Yi Feng shook his hand, and eighty-four tokens flew to these martial artists. He himself was one of the first martial artists to participate, so naturally, he himself had also received six tokens.

These martial artists didn't put away their military exploits. Instead, they kept them in their storage rings. Normally, they would only receive their military exploits after the smelting trial ended because they could be traded here. Some people were willing to trade items for their military exploits.

"The brothers from the third round, step forward." The second round did not have any Martial Masters to replace them, so it was the third round's Martial Masters who went on stage.

In the third round, twenty-two Martial Masters went on stage and eight died. The remaining fourteen people all stood out and each of them obtained a battle achievement.

"I still have forty-six contribution points, do anyone have any opinions on how to split them?" Yi Feng couldn't believe it, because more than a hundred people didn't go on stage, and 46 contribution points weren't enough. It was even more impossible to get contribution points from those warriors who fought so hard for the achievement, who would want to risk their lives?

"Yes, Commander." Zhan Shi was the first to speak. He had not even fought, but he had heard about Yi Feng's terrifying strength from others. Therefore, his heart was filled with admiration for him.

"Yes, Commander." The others said in unison. Without Yi Feng and the others, more than half of them would have died in battle. How would they even dare to ask for meritorious military service?

"Leave the military exploits to me first. In the future, those who perform outstandingly can receive additional military exploits from me." Yi Feng waved his hand, he did not care about the merits.

No one would think that Yi Feng was a selfish person, because Yi Feng was not one of them.

"Five days later, we will return to Half Moon City. Everyone, have a good rest for the next few days." Yi Feng said softly and returned to his own courtyard. The other martial arts masters also returned to their own courtyard to meditate and cultivate.

Other than the fact that Yi Feng had lost a lot of Zhen Qi during the fight, the only other thing he had suffered from was a superficial wound, which had no effect on him.

Back in his room, Yi Feng swallowed a Qi Returning Pill and started to recover quietly.

At this moment, in a dark room in the Life and Death Grounds, a middle-aged man was respectfully speaking to a black figure. It was unknown what he was saying.

His face was slightly red, as if he was drunk, but the depths of his eyes were unusually clear. Looking at the people coming and going around him, the old man let out a sigh, then his body mysteriously disappeared. No one on the street noticed him.

While Yi Feng was participating in the battle, Floating Cloud City was attacked by the local alliance. However, the casualties were not great. Both sides had only engaged in a few skirmishes, without harming the local alliance. With the timely reinforcements from the Heavenly Alliance, the local army had retreated. Both sides looked at each other with guns, but no war had broken out.

Half a month's time was extremely quiet. All of the martial artists in the city were waiting for the return of the youth in white clothing, and Yu DaoShu and Elder Lin were taking care of the Half Moon in a neat and orderly manner.

After five days of cultivation and recovery, the Martial Masters had all recovered to their peak state. They were all full of vitality and their morale was even higher than before because they had killed a hundred and fifty books of Martial Masters.

It was early in the morning and drizzling rain had little effect on the warriors. Yi Feng looked at the gloomy sky and frowned. He walked over with a smile as he saw his subordinates waiting for him in the yard.

All of these warriors had a bit of luck and true qi. Not a single drop of rain hit their bodies, but they were all bounced off by the thin barrier of true qi.

"Everyone, get on your horses. We're leaving for Half Moon City." Yi Feng shouted as he led his subordinates out of the courtyard and mounted his warhorse. The sounds of hooves could be heard as the group slowly headed for the city gate.

The rain became heavier and heavier, finally forming a rain mist. Ordinary people couldn't clearly see a thousand feet ahead, but Yi Feng and the other martial artists weren't affected much.

They did not encounter any obstacles when they left the city. Yi Feng brought one hundred and fifty-seven people with him and slowly moved away from the city until they disappeared from sight.

The rain did not seem to stop. Although Yi Feng and the others did not care, their war horses did not wash. Not only that, Yi Feng's heart skipped a beat the moment he left the city. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Everyone, speed up and pass the forest." Yi Feng's eyes flashed. The speed of his warhorse suddenly doubled as it galloped forward.

Although the lackeys did not know why Yi Feng was hurrying, they still quickened their pace to follow him. They did not have the slightest doubt towards his words.

Everyone moved extremely quickly and in less than half a day, they saw the forest in front of them. Under the rain, the forest appeared very quiet. It looked like a picture made of rain and was filled with artistic conception.

Yi Feng waved his hand, signaling the subordinates behind him to stop. He looked at the forest ahead with a frown and said, "Send our two brothers to meet up with the brothers in the jungle, we will enter the jungle after confirming that it is safe."

Without any hesitation, the two Martial Masters rode their warhorses into the forest. In a moment, their figures disappeared into the forest.

Yi Feng looked at the forest ahead, only the rain was falling crazily, nothing was out of the ordinary, it was exactly the same as when he first arrived.

After half an incense's time, the two Martial Masters returned with a black robed cultivator to confirm the safety of the forest. Yi Feng was suspicious. He looked at the warrior guarding the forest and asked softly, "After we leave, will anyone pass?"

"Nope." The black-clothed martial artist bowed and said.

"Alright, lead the way." Yi Feng's eyes flashed as he followed behind on his horse.

The closer they got to the jungle, the faster Yi Feng's heart started beating faster. He felt more uneasy. This was a prediction of danger, but also a feeling of killing intent.

However, they had to pass through the jungle and take a detour. Not only was the distance going forward several times more, but there were also powerful beasts blocking their way. Even Yi Feng and the others had to pass through if there was any danger.

The moment they entered the forest, Yi Feng's lips slightly opened. A long spear suddenly appeared in his hand, ruthlessly piercing through the black robed warrior leading the way. He then shouted, "Charge!"

Just as Yi Feng's voice faded, everyone's speed increased as they rushed towards the jungle. The order they got from Yi Feng was: Use the fastest speed possible to pass through the jungle.

"Huh?" A light "hmm" sound was heard. A middle-aged scholar was standing on a large tree. He gently waved the fan in his hand. The rain water couldn't get within a foot of his body.

"Kill!" The middle-aged scholar softly spat out these words and his body flickered towards Yi Feng. In the blink of an eye, he had blocked Yi Feng's path with a terrifying speed.

As the middle-aged scholar spoke, several hundred martial artists in green robes rushed out from the forest. They were all Martial Masters, and they should be the martial artists from the local alliance. This middle-aged scholar was actually an Intermediate Grandmaster.

"Who are you?" Yi Feng's eyes narrowed. There were actually a few beginner grandmasters among the pursuers, why were they guarding in the forest?

"Who I am is not important, but I am very interested. How did you find out?" The middle-aged scholar had a smile on his face, but there was no killing intent on his face.

"There aren't any strange beasts in the forest. There must be people hiding in ambush. Those strange beasts have long been scared off. The aura of the person leading the way is a bit unstable. It's clear that his state of mind is extremely unstable. There must be something wrong with him. " Yi Feng said in a calm voice, but in his heart, he was very anxious. These experts probably weren't simply here to kill him, was they? Yi Feng's expression changed, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"That's right. Just based on these alone, you've already killed that person leading the way. Isn't that a bit arbitrary?" The middle-aged scholar laughed softly and waved his fan, as if he was chatting with Yi Feng.

"Although it's covered by the heavy rain, this person has a faint smell of blood. It should be caused by him killing my subordinates." Yi Feng was very anxious. In just a short moment, several of his subordinates had already been killed by those Grandmaster Experts. Fortunately, Yi Feng had warned them beforehand, and most of them were still running for their lives.

"Good, haha, to be so calm and careful at such a young age, how about you join our local alliance?" The middle-aged scholar lightly tapped his palm with his folding fan, his eyes filled with admiration.

"I'm afraid you're not here just for us?" Yi Feng did not answer the middle-aged scholar's question. With the middle-aged scholar's strength, there was no need to ambush his team. He was afraid that half a month was more than enough.

"Oh? Interesting, but telling you this is useless. Let me ask you one thing, are you willing to join the local alliance? " The middle-aged scholar was slightly surprised as he chuckled. He didn't think that the youth would be able to guess so many things.

"So what if I don't join?" Yi Feng sneered and raised his spear.

"Not joining? Hur Hur, then I'm sorry." The middle-aged scholar was not the least bit angry. He folded the paper fan and put it away.

He had finished watching the casting of the flowers!