Urban Strongest System

Yan Feng also observed that the old monk's exhalation and inhalation lasted for a long time, as if he was in a fantasy TV series where people were absorbing the spiritual energy of the world. Usually, when a person was taking a long breath, the rise and fall of his chest would become very obvious, but the old monk's chest was very calm, as if he wasn't breathing.    

    

He was obviously breathing, but yet he could calm down to such a degree. Yan Feng became more and more convinced based on his intuition, this old monk was definitely not simple.    

    

The old monk's snores were very rhythmic. Yan Feng had no choice, but the old monk didn't even give Yan Feng the time to reject. Yan Feng had no choice but to kneel down and pick up the old monk.    

    

The old monk was very light. Yan Feng felt much more relaxed carrying the old monk on his back than when he was carrying his luggage.    

    

There was only one road leading down the mountain, so Yan Feng didn't need to ask for directions. The stone steps down the mountain were not as steep as the mountain, otherwise, it would be hard for Yan Feng to go down with only one person on his back.    

    

Yan Feng didn't know how long he had been walking for. Even though it was shady when he went down the mountain, Yan Feng was still sweating. It was unbelievable that the old monk was still sleeping even after such a bumpy ride.    

    

Yan Feng was also puzzled. Along the way, there was only one path down the mountain. What training camp? There wasn't even a shadow to be seen.    

    

Walking down the last stone step, Yan Feng saw a bamboo forest in front of him. Looking back, the stone steps leading up to the mountain were snaking like snakes. Yan Feng didn't even know how he carried a person down the mountain.    

    

The sound of bells could be vaguely heard from the depths of the bamboo forest. A few strands of golden sunlight seeped into the gaps of the bamboo forest, and the surroundings were extremely quiet. Even though the sun was high and bright in the sky, Yan Feng could still feel a faint chill.    

    

In front of the bamboo forest, there was a wooden pillar. On the wooden pillar, there were two arrows with different directions. On the arrows, there were even words written. It was like a road marking in a tourist attraction.    

    

Yan Feng raised his waist to get the old monk to come up. Then, he walked over to take a look. There was an arrow pointing forward and an arrow pointing to the right.    

    

The arrow in front of him had written: Red Mountain, if you find Master Fang, please return it. On the right arrow, other than the direct disciples of Red Mountain, no one else is allowed to enter, otherwise their lives will be in danger.    

    

Yan Feng frowned. Could it be that this old monk is the abbot of Red Mountain? It doesn't matter if he is, since this old monk is definitely someone from Shaolin Temple, we can send him back first and then we can ask where the training camp is. There is not a single signal in this forest, not even if Yan Feng wants to contact Luo Ning and ask him for directions.    

    

Yan Feng walked straight into the depths of the bamboo forest. The sound was getting clearer and clearer, but it stopped after a few rings.    

    

The sound echoed in the bamboo forest, and it was also quite pleasing to listen to. In this bamboo forest, Yan Feng felt that his heart had somehow calmed down, it was like a paradise isolated from the outside world, he could not hear the noise of any city, and he could not see the prosperity of any city.    

    

After walking for a distance, they came to another flight of stone stairs. The stone steps were not that high, so one could easily see the top.    

    

Yan Feng walked up. When he was halfway up, he saw a corner of some kind of building. Above that, the whole picture of the building gradually appeared.    

    

It was a huge tower with a total of six floors. The scarlet and golden colors intertwined, making it look holy and dignified. Strands of white smoke even drifted out of it, making it seem like the residence of an immortal.    

    

On the left side of the tightly shut gate, there was a green dragon and on the right side was a white tiger, both were statues carved from stone. The green dragon and white tiger both had unique and dignified appearances, exuding a righteous aura that caused one to feel deep veneration for them.    

    

Yan Feng suddenly felt like he had arrived at some holy land of buddhism. He didn't expect there to be such a place in this deep mountain forest, and it was strange that this place wasn't considered a tourist spot.    

    

Then, the old monk behind him suddenly made a noise. The old monk sniffed, as if he smelled something. Yan Feng also sniffed, then finally smelled a faint sandalwood fragrance, mixed with a smell of smoke.    

    

The old monk was still smelling, but he clearly wasn't smelling the sandalwood in the air at this time, it seemed more like he was smelling Yan Feng's scent. Yan Feng was now very worried.    

    

After smelling it for a while, the unfathomable emotionless gaze landed on the corner of Yan Feng's mouth. Yan Feng's mouth was hit, so his skin was cut.    

    

"Aiya, you're injured. Let me help you take a sip. This old monk's saliva has the effect of stopping the bleeding." With that, the old monk pouted and kissed Yan Feng.    

    

"Holy sh * t!" Pervert! " Yan Feng's reaction was extremely fast at this moment. He directly threw the old monk onto the ground. Yan Feng had sunk into a state of fear. There seemed to be something wrong with the old monk's sexual orientation!    

    

This old monk can eat meat and drink wine, which means that the taboo of sex can also be tainted. If this old monk likes men, then wouldn't I be in danger?!    

    

Yan Feng didn't have the confidence to defeat this old monk with an unknown strength with his strength. If the old monk was stronger, then wouldn't he … Yan Feng did not dare to think any further, because that scene was so disgusting that Yan Feng almost vomited.    

    

The old monk stood up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, then looked at Yan Feng unhappily and said, "Forget it, you don't want it for your own good, if you don't want it then don't want it. Why are you hitting me, you're stingy."    

    

The next thing that happened was beyond Yan Feng's imagination. That was, the old monk was floating away like a ghost.    

    

Yan Feng was dumbstruck, and didn't even notice that the Shaolin Temple's gate had already opened.    

    

"Oh!" A young monk dressed in fasts suddenly appeared behind Yan Feng and said, "You dare to offend our abbot, you're dead for sure, our abbot is very angry."    

    

Before the young monk finished his sentence, Yan Feng suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming towards him. Then, he saw the old monk that just drifted away flew over with two palms and directly hit the young monk beside Yan Feng and sent him flying.    

    

The old monk, who was also the abbot, now had a deep killing intent in his expressionless eyes, "I hate people who speak ill of me behind my back. There can't be a next time."    

    

After saying this, he floated away.    

    

Yan Feng turned around and saw the young monk leaning against the door. His face was bleeding from all seven orifices and his dying look was horrifying.    

    

Yan Feng did not guess wrong, that old monk was indeed the creator of Red Mountain, and he was also extremely powerful. One strike from him was enough to make a person bleed to the seven apertures, making them unable to move.