Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 16 The elders of the pavilion!
Ask Xianzong's mountain gate, it is astonishingly large!
In addition, no one dared to talk to Ling Feng, a disciple of Xiaozhufeng's lineage, so Ling Feng spent a long time shuttling among magnificent buildings before finally finding the location of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

He didn't know that Yang Wei, the master of Flying Star Peak, had already ordered that any resources from the sect be provided to him.

Ling Feng walked to the front of a three-storey attic. The door plaque hung high with the words "Zangjing Pavilion", and the surrounding area was bustling with many inner disciples.

All inner disciples can only borrow one secret book of exercises and one secret book of martial arts every month.

It was the beginning of the month, and it was the peak time for disciples to borrow books to exchange for secret books. Ling Feng queued up in a long line before it was his turn to enter the Sutra Pavilion to pick up secret books.

"What's your name, which peak and branch are you a disciple of?"

The disciple in charge of guarding the Sutra Pavilion glanced at Ling Feng lazily, and asked a routine question.

"Little Bamboo Peak, Ling Feng." Ling Feng truthfully reported his peak gate.

"Little...Little Bamboo Peak?" The disciple guarding the pavilion twitched his eyelids and jumped up from his chair, "Are you that Ling Feng?"

"Oh? You know me?" Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose, unexpectedly he was asking whether the inner sect of Xianzong was a "celebrity".

"Get out of here quickly! The Sutra Pavilion is not a place for you, and you are not qualified to borrow any secret books!" The expression of the disciple guarding the pavilion suddenly became indifferent.

He even beckoned several other disciples guarding the pavilion, and surrounded Ling Feng faintly, as if to warn him, if he doesn't go away honestly, he will make you look good!
"I'm also an inner disciple, so why can't I borrow the secret books in the Sutra Pavilion?" Ling Feng's eyes turned cold, and he stared at the disciple guarding the pavilion, "Who gave you the power? How dare you even despise the sect's laws? "

The disciple was stared at by Ling Feng and felt weak, and was at a loss for words for a while.

According to the regulations of the Zongmen disciples, every inner disciple has the right to borrow the secret scriptures of the Sutra Pavilion, but he just received Fei Xingfeng's instruction to prohibit the opening of the Sutra Pavilion to Ling Feng.

This is an instruction from the higher-ups, how dare he not obey orders?

"Hmph, what the old man says is power!"

At this moment, I saw an old man with white beard and hair slowly walking out of the Sutra Pavilion. This person is the elder guarding the Sutra Pavilion. Elders with real power.

The elder who guarded the pavilion walked over slowly, seemingly walking slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he walked in front of Ling Feng.

"See elder!"

The disciples guarding the pavilion and the other disciples who came to borrow the secret books all bowed and saluted. This elder guarding the pavilion is a strong man in the Pulse Condensation Realm, and his qualifications are extremely high.

The old man squinted his eyes, stared at Ling Feng coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Boy, I advise you to leave obediently. Don't make fun of yourself."

"Are you an elder?" Ling Feng raised his head, met the gaze of the elder who guarded the pavilion, and the corner of his mouth curled up, "Could it be that as an elder, you can disdain the rules set by the ancestors of Xianzong?"

"Smart words! Are you worthy of questioning this elder?" The elder guarding the pavilion turned cold. He has always been close to Yang Wei and the others on Feixing Peak. Yang Wei and the others want to suppress this junior, so he is naturally willing to sell his favor.

"As a disciple of Asking Immortal Sect, why am I not worthy?" Ling Feng stood proudly, facing the elder guarding the pavilion without changing his face.

"Okay, okay, you are so courageous!" The elder guarding the pavilion flicked his sleeves, "Come here, drag this stick out for me, break his two legs, and see if he dares to contradict this elder in the future? "

"Obey!" The disciples guarding the pavilion had a sinister smile on their faces. They have joined Wen Xianzong for some years, and they have never seen such a stunned young man who is not afraid of death. He dares to provoke even the elders. It is really boring.

"Who dares?" Ling Feng snorted softly, and took out a token from his pocket, "Elder Shouge, take a look at what this is?"

The elder guarding the pavilion had already walked away, but when he heard Ling Feng's words, he couldn't help but look back.

In Ling Feng's hands, he was holding a palm-sized Jade Token with the word "Xian" engraved on it. It was the Jade Token of the Wenxian Sect!
"What!" The pupils of the elder guarding the pavilion suddenly shrank, and he turned around suddenly and turned back, "The Jade Token of the Sect Leader? Why do you have the Jade Token of the Sect Leader in your hand?"

The surrounding disciples were stunned for a moment, what does the master Yu Ling mean?
It means the majesty of the leader of a faction!
All of a sudden, no one dared to break Ling Feng's legs, they all froze in place, sometimes looking at the elder guarding the pavilion, sometimes looking at Ling Feng, not knowing what to do.

"At least you still have some eyesight!" Ling Feng sweated secretly in his heart, he didn't expect that the Sect Leader's Token was so effective, it actually calmed down the elder guarding the pavilion.

"Hmph, I got it, I got it!" The elder guarding the pavilion was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized, "It was the old man Duanmu Qingshan who gave you the token, right?"

"Duanmu Qingshan is already my master. Is there a problem with him passing on things to me?" Ling Feng held the token and hummed softly, "Elder Shouge, why don't you kneel down when you see the token of the master?"

"Hahaha!" The elder guarding the pavilion immediately looked up to the sky and laughed, "Boy, the head of the jade ring may still have some intimidating power in the hands of Duanmu Qingshan, but you are a mere brat, even if you hold it What's the use of the door order?"

There was a fiery light in the eyes of the elder guarding the pavilion, "This token is in Duanmu Qingshan's hands, naturally no one dares to snatch it, but it's in your hands!"

As he said that, the elder guarding the pavilion looked at Ling Feng with malicious intentions, and grabbed it with his big hand. A terrifying force immediately enveloped Ling Feng's whole body, making him almost breathless.

"That old monster Duanmu Qingshan is really smart all his life, he was confused for a moment, hehe, it's time to return the master's order!"

The elder guarding the pavilion burst out laughing, and with a false grasp of his palm, Ling Feng was immediately caught by a terrifying force of absorption, and flew towards the elder guarding the pavilion.

"Not good!" Ling Feng groaned secretly in his heart, as expected, this token certainly represented supreme majesty, but it was useless if he didn't have the strength to hold it.

Just when Ling Feng thought that the token was about to be taken away, the jade order suddenly burst into gloom, and a sharp sword energy seemed to cut through a distant time and space, and came from the void, heading towards the pavilion guard. The elder's palm shot hard.

"what!"

The elder guarding the pavilion let out a scream, and the absorbing force immediately dissipated. Ling Feng heaved a sigh of relief, pinched the token, and was shocked for a while.

"Elder!" The surrounding disciples rushed to support the elder guarding the pavilion, and saw the elder guarding the pavilion looked at Ling Feng in surprise, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Huang Xuanling, this time is just a small punishment. Ling Feng is the old man's disciple. If you dare to bully the small with the big and don't take the old man seriously, you can try the consequences!"

In the jade order of the head of the sect, Duanmu Qingshan's voice without the slightest emotion came out, rumbled like a thunderous sound piercing the ears, making the disciples around feel terribly cold.

The elder guarding the pavilion held his palm, and there was a sword hole the size of an egg, bloody and bloody.

"Listen, all disciples of the Sutra Pavilion, Ling Feng can come to the Sutra Pavilion to borrow cheat books at will in the future, without any restrictions!"

After finishing speaking, the elder guarding the pavilion with a dark face, hid his injured arm in his big sleeve, turned around and left, how dare he deliberately make things difficult for Ling Feng again.

　Ask for collection, ask for a ticket to write~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)