There was a farce outside the Beacon Palace, and Tang Xingfeng received Luo Sheng's sword without any danger. But this scene was unbelievable in the eyes of many Mingpeng Sect disciples.
Who would have thought that a 'country boy' from Western Xinjiang could be so strong!
In the end, Deacon Gong intervened, and Tang Xingfeng gave the task of Yeqi Kingdom to Luo Sheng. Luo Sheng also fulfilled his promise and took out his identity card and transferred 500 points to Tang Xingfeng.
Both sides got what they needed, and the storm was resolved for the time being.
After getting the points, Tang Xingfeng randomly picked another task, and then immediately ran away to avoid the trouble of seeing the two women Luo Sheng and You Yun.
After leaving the Beacon Fire Palace, he went to the Styx River out of curiosity. It should be noted that the Styx River is where physical strength is tempered, and it was the place he was most interested in.
As he walked on the road, he could clearly feel that the eyes of the sect disciples had changed when they looked at him. Just when he returned to the inner hall to change tasks, the news of his fight with Luo Sheng had probably spread.
Once passed down to ten, and ten passed down to a hundred, he became famous in Ming Peng Sect.
In the past, when the disciples of the sect saw him, they were most afraid of the reputation of the Blood Tower and ignored him and took a detour. But now, when they see him, they are more afraid. This is the respect brought by strength.
After a while, he came to the bank of the River Styx. It was the first time he was so close to the River Styx. He stared at the flowing black water and was entranced. Faintly, the flowing black water contained a power that should not be underestimated.
He wasn't quite sure about the rules for entering the River Styx. Currently, he only knew that five hundred points were needed to enter once, so he asked a disciple to ask.
This time, he didn't use force, and they cooperated obediently. He chuckled secretly. It seemed that fighting Luo Sheng would bring him unexpected gains.
"Tang...senior brother Tang Xingfeng."
People called him Senior Brother. He was a core disciple and he deserved to be called Senior Brother.
"Junior brother, you're welcome, what's your name?"
he laughed.
"My name is Chang Ming, from Dao Pavilion, an inner disciple."
Chang Ming answered truthfully, he has an eighth-level spiritual king cultivation level, which is considered high among the inner disciples. Not everyone can get 500 points, and someone like Ji Mu is not qualified to go to the underworld. The river comes.
"Oh, Knife Pavilion?"
The reason why Tang Xingfeng picked Chang Ming among dozens of people was because he saw Chang Ming, like him, carrying a knife on his back. After questioning, it turned out that the sect had an organization called the 'Knife Pavilion'.
However, the Dao Pavilion has fewer members, and its status is much lower than that of Lingyun Pavilion, Tianluo Pavilion, etc.
Tang Xingfeng still had time to chat with an inner disciple, because he learned that the Styx River would not be able to enter for another half an hour. This mysterious black water river would undergo a change every day.
It is said that during a sudden change, even the Venerable's life would be in danger if he was involved. Since the Mingpeng Sect dared to let its disciples enter the River Styx, it was natural that they had figured out the rules of the change.
Tang Xingfeng was pondering something. The water of the Styx was mutating, which suddenly reminded him of the scene when he was drawn into the stone-locked space for the first time when he was a boy.
"Is it possible that there is also a different space in this Styx River?"
Tang Xingfeng secretly thought that this was just a guess. After all, the Ming Peng Sect was the super sect in the Central Continent, so there must be some unknown secrets.
He didn't think about it and continued to inquire about some things about the sect from Chang Ming. Half an hour came quickly. Entering the River Styx at this time, he would not be in danger.
"Hey, why is it a little strange..."
Tang Xingfeng had doubts. He was chatting just now and did not observe the people here carefully. When he looked at them, he found that they were all inner disciples of the Spirit King realm. Does it mean that the core disciples don't need to come to Styx?
"Senior Brother, listening to what you said, it's true. Today is really strange. Except for the core disciples, there are usually at least a hundred senior brothers on the bank of the River Styx at this time. Today, there are less than half of them."
Chang Ming said strangely.
"oh?"
Hearing this, Tang Xingfeng nodded. Is it because he is here?
In fact, some of the reasons were attributable to him. Some of the disciples who came later turned around and left when they saw his presence. However, this was not the whole reason.
His eyes turned and finally fell on a person.
This person is as strong as a wild bull. It should be noted that his figure is already very strong, but compared to this person, it is still worse. Presumably this person's physical strength is also extremely strong.
Of course, the strength of the physical body is not directly related to the body shape. Just like Shi Cang, the third elder of the Ming Peng Sect, he looks like a medium figure, but he is a terrifying master of physical training.
"Good guy, the eighth-level Spirit Emperor."
Tang Xingfeng murmured that with such a level of cultivation, he should be one of the top five masters among the core disciples of the sect. He asked Chang Ming about the identity of that person, but to his surprise, Chang Ming didn't recognize him.
Chang Ming recognized all the core disciples in the sect, not to mention the top five, even the top fifty, but that man who was as strong as a bull was definitely not one of them.
"Yeah, this is strange..."
Tang Xingfeng withdrew his gaze.
He and Chang Ming walked forward together. There were two old deacons sitting on the bank of the Styx River, presiding over the arrangements here. The more than forty disciples deducted 500 points one by one and entered the Styx River.
At this moment, he found that the strong man Chang Ming didn't recognize walked past the two deacons. Without taking out his identity card to deduct points, he walked straight past and jumped into the River Styx.
Can it still be like this?
Soon, it was Tang Xingfeng's turn. The two deacons looked at him one more time and deducted 500 points from him. Unfortunately, the points on the identity card returned to zero.
As expected, the core disciples did not have the privilege of not deducting points. Even as the disciple of the Supreme Elder, he did not have such privileges. He couldn't figure out what the identity of that strong man was?
Is there something fishy, or is that strong man the illegitimate son of a big shot in the sect?
Looking at the bleak points on his identity card, he felt a little unbalanced, so he asked the two deacons a lot, and actually asked the strong man's identity.
The core disciple of Tianpo Sect is 'Li Qingya'.
Tang Xingfeng was stunned. This was a disciple of the Tianpo Sect. Why did the disciples of the Tianpo Sect appear in the Mingpeng Sect and could easily enter a training center like the Minghe River?
At this time, he had no time to ask further. The water of the Styx was very close at hand, so he jumped into the Styx.
"It's so cold..."
Tang Xingfeng said to himself, the black water was cool, he felt cold, but the inner disciples felt cold to the bone, and the blood flow became extremely slow.
If the blood stops flowing, someone will die. Many years ago, there was a disciple who overestimated his ability and struggled to survive in the River Styx. The deacon was negligent and the disciple froze to death.
"Hey, it's getting colder and colder. It feels so good..."
Tang Xingfeng did not use any strength and allowed the water of the Styx to wash over him. After only one stick of incense had passed, some disciples could no longer hold on and had to leave.
Is it worth five hundred points in such a short time?
He didn't know, but if it wasn't worth it, there wouldn't be so many disciples coming every day.
His physical strength was already extremely powerful. For him, during this time of burning incense, his body had no reaction, except that it was like scratching an itch, which made him feel very comfortable. His physical strength was not even improved.
