C407 Chop down Your Sect!

Pei Feng's anger came out, all around him he sat cross-legged, all the monks with their eyes closed chanting were instantly blown away by the astral wind and scattered, all flying out.

Pei Feng's hair fluttered, and his clothes fluttered. He slowly raised the Chopping Spirit in his hand, and pointed it straight at the towering Shaolin Northern Mountain Gate in front of him