Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 43 The Sect Master Serves Tea!

Ling Feng sent Yue Yunlan's master and servant out of Wenxianzong's mountain gate, and then returned to Xiaozhufeng the same way.

Along the way, whether it was outer disciples or inner disciples, or even some deacons and elders, the way they looked at Ling Feng changed.

In the past, because of Duanmu's green shirt, most of them stayed at a respectful distance, but now, Ling Feng seems to have a good friendship with the eldest lady of the Sky Sect, even if it is the head of the sect, they dare not touch him easily!

And after knowing this news, the one who is most unwilling is none other than Yang Wei, the master of Feixing Peak.

This Ling Feng, but he sent Duanmu Qingshan to Duanmu Qingshan with his own hands. In the end, he not only sent a genius, but now he has climbed up to a young lady with a deep background like Yue Yunlan.

At this moment, the head of Wenxianzong summoned Yang Wei, Li Liang and other elders, and Yun Zheng and other confidant disciples to gather in the main hall of the main peak, all of them looked a little heavy.

"Master Qi, that Ling Feng has already sent Miss Yue down the mountain." A disciple rushed in from outside the hall and announced the message loudly.

"Okay, you go and summon Ling Feng, just say that the head of the sect has something to call, and ask him to come quickly!" Lin Canglang said solemnly.

"Yes!"

No matter how dare the summoning disciples be negligent, they hurriedly turned around and rushed out of the hall to find Ling Feng's whereabouts.

"This Lingfeng..." Lin Canglang took a deep breath, frowning deeply.

He originally wanted to use Ling Feng to get Duanmu Qingshan's sword manual, and let him die of poison without a place to bury him.But now, Ling Feng has got involved with the eldest lady of the Cangqiong sect. If Ling Feng died in Wenxianzong, then the daughter of the Cangqiong sect will turn his anger on Wenxianzong. For Wenxianzong, it will undoubtedly be the end of Wenxianzong disaster.

"Ling Feng is the next best thing, at least he's on our side." Li Liang narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "It's just that Miss Yue seems to have something to do with Duanmu Qingshan. Come on, we are really beyond redemption!"

"Hmph, this old man Duanmu Qingshan is like a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard! With his temperament, if there is a day to turn around, all of us will end badly!"

Yang Wei patted the coffee table beside him, and roared angrily: "In my opinion, let's kill Xiaozhufeng right now and join forces to kill that old man! At worst, we will hide our names from now on. With the skills of our brothers, we can even go to the mountains to become bandits. You can also live a happy life!"

"Nonsense!" Lin Canglang gave Yang Wei a hard look, "Isn't it too stupid to mess around now that the matter is not clear?"

"That's right, Senior Brother Sect Leader is right." Li Liang stroked the goatee on his chin, and said calmly: "The matter is not that serious yet. In the final analysis, this is a family matter for us to ask Xianzong. It’s better to intervene, so I’d better ask Ling Feng to understand the situation first, and then it’s not too late to make plans.”

"En." Lin Canglang nodded slightly, and turned to look at his true disciple Yun Zheng, with a bit of disappointment in his eyes.

He originally thought that he could use this disciple to make the sect soar into the sky, but in the end, this Yun Zheng was nothing more than a bag of straw on an embroidered pillow, and he couldn't get into the eyes of the eldest lady of the Sky Sect!
Seeing Lin Canglang, Yun Zheng felt guilty, shrunk his neck, and looked ashamed and indignant.

For a moment, the hall fell into silence, and everyone was quietly waiting for Ling Feng's arrival.

It is a strange thing for the majestic master of a sect to patiently wait here for an inner sect disciple.

About half an hour later, two figures walked outside the hall.

The one who led the way was the messenger disciple. Behind him was a person wearing a fur vest. He didn't look like a fairy disciple, but a hunter in the jungle. It was really nondescript.

Ling Feng was on his way back to Xiaozhu Peak when he was stopped by the summoned disciple, who said that the master wanted to invite him.

Ling Feng had already expected that Lin Canglang would not be able to sit still, so he was not surprised at all. He dawdled along the way and insisted on touching for more than half an hour before it was long overdue.

Just make them wait a little longer!

Seeing Ling Feng stepping into the main hall, Lin Canglang immediately stood up from the throne of the sect master, with a smile all over his face, "Hahahaha, Ling Feng, you are here!"

"I rely on!"

Yun Zheng was dumbfounded on the spot, is this still the high-ranking master?This attitude is just like a son seeing his father!

Li Liang's reaction speed was not slow, and he immediately went forward to meet Ling Feng, leading Ling Feng to sit on the first seat on the lower right, and said with a smile: "Little friend Ling Feng, sit down!"

Yang Wei was a little embarrassed, but he also squeezed out an awkward smile, and laughed.

The rest of the disciples in the pulse congealing state in the hall also surrounded them with smiles, "Junior Brother Lingfeng, you are here. I just glanced at the outer gate square from a distance, and I think you are a dragon and phoenix among people. Now At a glance, it really is amazing!"

"What Junior Brother Ling Feng! In terms of seniority, we have to call him Uncle Ling Feng!"

"Yes yes yes, Uncle Ling Feng, look at my bad mouth, I should hit, I should hit!"

The previous disciple actually slapped two big mouths and greeted him on his own face.

"Gulu." Yun Zheng swallowed, if Miss Yue had her eyes on him, then he would be the one sitting here today being offered to be the "ancestor" by everyone.

He squeezed his fists and put on a smiling face, wanting to go up and flatter him.

The corner of Ling Feng's mouth was curved with evil charm, he looked at Lin Canglang, and said indifferently: "The master is looking for his disciples, what's the matter?"

"Hehe, it's not a big deal." Lin Canglang picked up a cup of tea and said with a faint smile, "Come on, you've worked hard all the way here, let's have a cup of tea first."

"I really feel a little thirsty after the headmaster said that." Ling Feng took the teacup and frowned suddenly, "It's a bit cold!"

"Really?" Li Liang hurriedly stepped forward to touch the teacup, "It's really cold, I'll warm it up for you!"

As he said that, Li Liang held the teacup in both hands, arousing his strong qi. After a while, the tea boiled slightly, and the tea smelled leisurely. It really was the best tea.

"Not bad." Ling Feng took a sip from his teacup.

The head serves tea, the elders make hot tea!
Such treatment, cool!

"The tea is good." Ling Feng put down the teacup, sat on the chair and stretched, "Oh, my legs feel a little sore after drinking the tea."

"I come!"

A disciple of the main peak next to him immediately squatted down, stretched out his hand and pinched Ling Feng's calf, "Uncle Ling Feng, in fact, the handicraft passed down from my family is foot massage!"

"You don't need to come." Ling Feng stared directly at Yun Zheng, stretched out his hand, and said lightly: "You come!"

"Me?" Yun Zheng frowned. As a true disciple of the head of the sect, he might become the head of Wenxianzong in the future, but now he wants to pinch the feet of an inner disciple!
"Why, don't you want to? Let it be if you don't want to!" Ling Feng shook his head, "As soon as my feet are sore, I can't control my mouth, talk nonsense, and forget things!"

"Sinister, you still can't get out!" Lin Canglang stood up abruptly, turned around and gave Yun Zheng a hard look.

Yun Zheng's heart skipped a beat. As a master, he always puts interests first. Even if he is his closed disciple, when necessary, he will definitely be the first to abandon himself and abandon his car to protect his handsomeness.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Yun Zheng gritted his teeth, lowered his body, squatted at Ling Feng's feet, and stretched out his hand to pinch Ling Feng's feet.

However, before his hand touched Ling Feng's calf, Ling Feng frowned and kicked Yun Zheng directly in the face, sending him flying more than a dozen meters away, until he fell to the ground Basu!
　Ask for collection, ask for tickets~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)