Chapter 1382: Apologizing for the Crime

"Sky City, I'm here." Sima Jinzun's throat surged with a low voice, but his eyes flashed with a sinister cold light, "Luo Feng, do you think that everything you have done can be concealed from the outside world and sit back and relax? Even if you are already an elder disciple, I still have to expose your crimes."

Sima Jinzun got off the carriage and walked slowly into the city.

When the news came back that the three thousand elite Wolf Smoke Army he sent out were defeated by Luo Feng, Sima Jinzun made the decision to go to Zizhou Sky City in person.

Sima Jinzun knew that his current strength and status could no longer compare with Luo Feng.

This time, when Sima Jinzun came to Sky City, he was desperate and desperate.

"Luo Feng, I will not let you be so carefree and stay in the Purple God Palace to practice. You have to pay the price for what you have done." Sima Jinzun's face was extremely ferocious and he made up his mind.

The thirty-six peaks of the Purple God Palace are majestic and majestic. Each sacred mountain is filled with divine light and extraordinary aura.

Night falls.

Suddenly, there was another explosion on Zuilong Peak, which was deafening, and the entire Zuilong Peak seemed to be shaking.

In a bamboo forest, Luo Feng sat cross-legged. Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes and shook his head gently. This was the second explosion this month.

"Master has been experimenting too frequently during this period. Unfortunately, he has taken the wrong path." Luo Feng said to himself. He felt that the time was almost here. He had been practicing at Zuilong Peak for a while and could show something in a timely manner.

In front of Luo Feng, there is a handbook of the secret book. The so-called handbook means that someone in the past has annotated the secret book and written down his own experience in it for future generations to practice and understand.

Luo Feng obtained this note together with the ancient paintings from the trading market that day.

It is a secret code about flying knives. After reading this handbook, Luo Feng feels that his understanding of flying knives has deepened. He has been able to master the "Three Styles of Sword Light", which is powerful.

"There must be a lot of similar handbooks in the Purple God Palace." Luo Feng sighed in his heart, "The Purple God Palace has a long history, and strong people have emerged in large numbers, leaving various handbooks for future generations to understand. This is a big force. The greatest wealth." For Luo Feng, this is the most attractive part of the Purple God Palace. These notebooks are equivalent to famous teachers, even if they describe the path of practice they have taken, they can be used for enlightenment.

"History is like smoke, and strong men are like clouds. There must be a huge amount of various handwritten notes in the Purple Treasure Tower." Luo Feng suddenly had an idea in his mind. He must seize the time to obtain some military merits.

Enter the Zibao Tower.

Luo Feng is not arrogant. He is only thirty-nine on the list of geniuses in the Purple God Palace. The genius who ranks first is even known as the chosen one who has broken the nine shackles. Luo Feng is still in the position of catching up!

Luo Feng walked out of his residence and soon came to the ruins of the explosion. He heard Ding Fuyu muttering to himself, "How is it possible? It's not like this. Why? Which way is the right way?"

Luo Feng stood aside quietly.

After his emotions gradually recovered, Ding Fuyu raised his head and looked at Luo Feng, "Luo Feng, why are you here?"

"Master, I have a request." Luo Feng said in a deep voice with a smile on his face, "These past few days, I have been studying the pattern manual given to me by the master day and night. I have gained a lot of insights and some inspiration, so...I dare to ask the master. Lend me a tattooed shield, I feel like you can find a way out..."

Ding Fuyu was stunned.

After a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Have you been studying the patterns these days?"

"Of course." Luo Feng nodded as expected.

Ding Fuyu's mind was a little complicated.

Finally, someone agreed with the pattern he was studying. Years ago, Ding Fuyu would have been overjoyed to have accepted such a true disciple.

But now...

Failure after failure caused more and more gray hair on Ding Fuyu's head, and the blow to him became more and more severe.

He was really worried that he would miss Luo Feng's future.

"Luo Feng, starting from tomorrow, half of your time will be spent studying the Tao of Patterns, and the other half, you will study the Tao of Martial Arts. Don't miss it." Ding Fuyu said seriously.

"I understand." Luo Feng nodded.

Ding Fuyu looked at Luo Feng with satisfaction. After a moment, he sighed, "It's okay. I feel that it will be difficult to make a breakthrough in the pattern of grain in my lifetime. If you inherit my mantle and continue to study, I believe that the pattern of pattern will eventually be achieved." One day, the realm of heaven and hell will be shocked!”

"I will definitely do it, and the master will definitely be able to see that day." Luo Feng's eyes were extremely firm.

Ding Fuyu smiled, but did not take Luo Feng's words to heart. He took out a military-patterned shield and handed it to Luo Feng. At the same time, he warned not to neglect martial arts.

Luo Feng repeated his assurances and nodded one after another.

"By the way, master, if you crack the patterns on the pattern shield, does it count as military merit?" Luo Feng couldn't help but ask, "How much can it probably count?"

"How much can it count?" Ding Fuyu looked at Luo Feng strangely. This apprentice was a bit ambitious. He had only been exposed to the pattern for less than two months, and his ambitions were as high as the sky. He had studied the pattern for a lifetime. No harvest yet.

"Do you know how many people there are in the White Army?" Ding Fuyu asked.

"How many?"

"There are more than 500,000 people who can be called the official elite of the White Army! The various elite troops distributed in various states are actually branches of the White Army. When necessary, the White Army will select talents from them to replenish fresh blood. The number of them is even more amazing." Ding Fuyu said in a deep voice, "As for the tattoo shields, as far as I know, there are only less than 30,000 tattoo shields in the tattoo warehouse of the Purple God Palace. Moreover, these tattoo shields will become fewer and fewer. Once a war breaks out, they will be consumed faster."

After a pause, Ding Fuyu looked at Luo Feng, "You can imagine that once the tattoo shields are successfully cracked, what will it mean to the Purple God Palace? If converted into military merit, this military merit..." Ding Fuyu pondered for a moment, raised his head and shook his head, "It is immeasurable."

Luo Feng's eyes lit up.

Ding Fuyu saw it and sighed secretly, without saying much. When he first started studying the tattoo path, he was also full of confidence and felt that he was very close to success.

The morning glow inlaid the horizon, and a new sun appeared, shining brightly, illuminating the earth.

As usual, the disciples of the 36 peaks of the Purple God Palace began their early morning practice.

Epan Peak!

It ranks 29th among the 36 peaks of the Purple God Palace.

Early in the morning, a man appeared at the foot of Epan Peak, with scattered white hair, bare upper body, and determined eyes. He carried a bramble on his back and walked towards Epan Peak step by step. He suddenly knelt down in front of the stone steps at the foot of Epan Peak.

"Purple God Palace, Songzhou subsidiary, Sima family master, Sima Jinzun, is here today to apologize for his crime! I beg Elder Gulin to meet with me." Sima Jinzun's voice was filled with grief and indignation, and he shouted hoarsely, resounding and shaking the sky.

For a moment, the entire Epan Peak was directly shaken.