Chapter 1,370: Drunken Dragon Peak, Drunken Bug Peak!

A private room on the second floor of the restaurant.

Ye Jianing and Su Huan were dumbfounded.

He stared at Luo Feng, as if trying to see some clues from his expression.

"Brother Luo, you... are you kidding." Ye Jianing hesitated, expressing his disbelief.

After the two asked again and again, Luo Feng still gave a positive answer. He really rejected Elder Pang Zhou of Qiandong Peak and chose Zuilong Peak.

Su Huan was speechless and stagnant for a moment. He could only shake his head and smile bitterly, indicating that he could not understand Luo Feng's choice.

"Elder Ding Fuyu's strength is certainly not weak, but his ability to teach disciples is really... How many warriors dream of becoming a disciple of the elder of Zishen Palace, but if there is still a choice among the elders, no one will choose Ding Fuyu's Zuilong Peak."

"You... are simply playing with fire." Ye Jianing also shook his head and sighed.

The door of the private room was knocked, and the waiter served the dishes. The three of them did not avoid it and continued to discuss this topic.

After all, this would not be a secret.

Luo Feng will report to Zuilong Peak tomorrow.

Soon after the waiter left, the news leaked out and spread like wildfire.

Countless warriors were dumbfounded.

Stunned.

Unreasonable.

Unbelievable.

"A good peerless genius would actually do such a self-destructive move? There is a better Qiandong Peak but he didn't choose it, but went to Zuilong Peak."

"Too puzzling."

"I heard that Elder Ding Fuyu of Zuilong Peak has been studying a path that others have not walked all his life, but he has not gained anything."

"Haha, a bunch of idiots, no matter how others choose, they are still disciples of the elders." There were also different voices sneering.

Luo Feng was too outstanding. Among the geniuses of this year, he was dazzling and attracted too much attention.

He was also the only genius in this year who became a true disciple of the elders of Zishen Palace without taking the assessment.

The next day,

Chuyang was promoted.

The Purple God Palace, located in the center of Sky City, is a magnificent palace with magnificent momentum and colorful lights. Every brick and tile is shining, and every flower and grass is extremely extraordinary.

Many Purple God Palace disciples have spent their entire lives without the qualification to enter this palace.

This is the core of the Purple God Palace.

The Purple God Palace is surrounded by morning glow, surrounded by peaks, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the clouds are steaming and dazzling. Each sacred mountain is majestic and has its own characteristics, surrounding the Purple God Palace.

Facing the morning sun, countless Purple God Palace disciples looked at the palace in the distance, which seemed to be in a fairyland, surrounded by clouds and mist, and purple air rose. Their eyes showed yearning and determination.

A day of practice began.

Whether it is an ordinary disciple or a true disciple, they all hope to be able to step into the palace one day.

Outside the thirty-six sacred mountains is a huge and magnificent training ground.

There are various training equipment on the training ground.

More, there are white-clothed armies training.

This is the training ground for the most elite troops of the Purple God Palace.

The white-clothed soldiers move like thunder.

The aura of killing is so solemn that it covers the sky.

The Purple God Palace is so large that it is actually quite a distance from the outermost to the training ground.

There is a young man with a handsome face and eyes as bright as stars. He holds a token and enters from the east gate. His tall body is bathed in the morning glow. He wears a white robe with light blue stripes on both sides. His black hair is bright and his eyes are clear.

The white clothes show his ambition.

Luo Feng seems to want to tell everyone that his fundamental goal of coming to the Purple God Palace is to lead the White Clothes Army, a thousand men.

Along the way, Luo Feng met many disciples of the Purple God Palace and nodded to them, but they were ignored by most people.

Everyone was practicing.

No one knew Luo Feng's identity.

"This Taoist brother." Luo Feng turned around and found that he could not find the specific location of Zuilong Peak at all, so he started to ask for directions.

"Excuse me, which way is Zuilong Peak?"

Hearing this, the young man looked up, looking surprised, "Are you going to Zui Chong Peak?"

Luo Feng's forehead was black, and then he spoke in a deep voice, saying seriously, "It's Zuilong Peak."

"You're right, it's Zui Chong Peak." The young man smiled, looked at Luo Feng, and said with a smile, "You are new here."

Before Luo Feng answered, the young man had already smiled, "Who would call it Zuilong Peak if they have been in Zishen Palace for a year or two? It is known as the first wasteland of Zishen Palace in the past thousand years, and no real strong man has ever come out of it. Second, you are dressed in white clothes to show your ambition. I have seen too many newcomers, all so..." The young man swallowed his words and coughed lightly, "So passionate and energetic."

Luo Feng was speechless. He heard a meaning from the young man. The other party paused just now, and the word "idiot" almost came out of his mouth.

"How is it?" The young man said with a smile, "I Song Jiang's eyesight is not bad. Are you a new ordinary disciple of Zui Chong Peak? Or a chores disciple?"

Song Jiang!

Luo Feng couldn't help but glance at the young man. After a while, his expression remained calm. "Then, Zuilongfeng, which way are you going?"

Song Jiang was stunned, and smiled and patted Luo Feng's shoulder. "It's reasonable to insist." Song Jiang showed Luo Feng the way, and Luo Feng thanked him politely and left.

"By the way, what's your name?" Song Jiang looked at Luo Feng's back and asked subconsciously.

"Zuilongfeng, Luo Feng!"

The words fell firmly, and the figure also floated away.

"Luo Feng? An interesting newcomer." Song Jiang smiled, and his expression suddenly revealed a trace of doubt, "Luo Feng? Why do I seem to have heard of this name somewhere?"

Soon, Luo Feng had arrived at the foot of Zuilong Peak. The stone steps leading to the top of the mountain were quite spectacular.

On the stone steps, not far away, there were errand disciples sweeping the floor.

"It's too quiet." Luo Feng's mouth twitched slightly. Along the way, Luo Feng had passed several sacred mountains. Other places, even at the foot of the mountain, were also very lively. Many young warriors discussed martial arts with each other. The atmosphere of martial arts practice was very warm.

But when he arrived at Zuilong Peak, it suddenly became quiet.

As he walked up, there was only the rustling sound of errand disciples sweeping the fallen leaves on the stone steps.

"Welcome to Zui Chong Peak." Luo Feng walked halfway up the mountain, and a voice lazily sounded in a pavilion.

Luo Feng couldn't help but frown.

It seems that the name of Zui Chong Peak has really been recognized in Zishen Palace, including his own children, who even regard themselves as Zui Chong Peak.

"You are willing to fall into depravity." Luo Feng shook his head and walked over. In the pavilion, there was a man with a burly body, a short flat head, and a faint protrusion on his temples. He was full of strength and his strength was not weak.

"Others can look down on us Zuilong Peak, but we can't look down on ourselves." Luo Feng spoke directly and solemnly, saying in a deep voice, "Don't we have a senior brother ranked 250th on the Tianjiao list?"

The burly man glanced at Luo Feng, and after a while, he said quietly, "I am that idiot."