Master of Magic

Chapter 7 Kneeling

The first elder stared at the elder with a livid face, and said angrily: "Sixth elder, you have nothing to do here, shut up!"

So the elder closed his mouth in grievance, but still muttered softly: "Hey! The great elder is good at everything, but he doesn't boast."

Ye Fengqing almost laughed out loud when he heard this, "This Sixth Elder can be called one of the strangest things."

The Great Elder's eyes shifted to Zilong again and sneered, "Disrespect to the Supreme Elder? Disrespect to the Patriarch? It's ridiculous, really ridiculous. Compared with the boy with unknown origin who was shielding and destroying the ancestral hall, the ceremony of worshiping the ancestor was delayed. That's really disrespectful."

"Now the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sect has begun? The head of the sect has already missed the hour?" Zilong looked at the elder in shock.

"This..." The Great Elder was a little bit at a loss for words, and then gritted his teeth while suppressing his anger, "There is still an hour."

Ye Fengqing finally couldn't help but burst out laughing seeing the Great Elder lifting a rock and smashing his own feet to be devastated.

At this time, everyone in the hall turned their attention to Ye Fengqing who was behind Zilong. Ye Fengqing was constantly looked at by everyone, as if he was like a peeled rice dumpling that had no secret at all.

"It's this kid, the kid who destroyed the ancestral hall that day."

"Damn boy!"

"Hmph! I didn't expect to dare to come here. I really want to die."

……

At this time, the monstrous aura is like a torrent pouring down from the sky, impacting Ye Fengqing unstoppably, his body is like a flat boat in the vast sea, a slightly larger wave can be annihilated, and disappear forever in the world.

Ye Fengqing retreated instinctively until his body receded to a white jade pillar in the main hall and leaned against it. At this time, an invisible huge force forced him to kneel down, his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body was cold and trembling.

Ye Fengqing's knees were bent and deformed by the huge force, his clothes were already wet with cold sweat, his brows were furrowed, and his mind began to dizzy, but he still didn't kneel down, you can erase his pain The body just couldn't bring him to his knees.

Several elders who were exuding aura changed their faces, looked at each other and smiled, and suddenly a majestic aura gushed out from their bodies, and continued to crush Ye Fengqing.

Suddenly in Ye Fengqing's already dizzy mind, the voice of his father Ye Tian suddenly sounded, "Xiaofeng, people can kneel down to their parents and teachers, but they cannot kneel down to their enemies, even if the enemy is heaven and destiny."

"You can't kneel!" Ye Fengqing roared, and the sound of inhalation sounded like a whistling hurricane, his eyes as bright as the stars of the Big Dipper shot out a strangely bright light, and his already bent knees miraculously straightened up. At this moment, he seemed to stand upright, and bursts of heart-piercing pain hit him, and with a puff, a mouthful of blood spurted from his blue-purple lips and onto the ground, instantly staining the white floor red.

"As expected of the person who is valued by the senior brother of the head," Zilong muttered to himself, and with a flick of his sleeves, a thick purple air instantly cut off the explosive momentum of several elders, and then Ye Fengqing felt extremely relaxed in an instant, and his legs kicked Ruan almost collapsed to the ground, but fortunately he was leaning against the pillar so that he would not fall down.

Seeing that Ye Fengqing was fine, Zilong turned his head and taunted the three elders who had exploded in momentum: "A group of old guys who have lived for a thousand years actually attacked a mortal child. Is this the elder of my Ziyu Xianmen? Do you know shame?"

"Ashamed? The dignity of the patriarch of the Purple Feather Immortal Sect was completely destroyed by this kid. Do the fourth elders still have the nerve to say shame? For the sake of the dignity of the immortal sect, it doesn't matter if I lose my face!" At this time, one of the three elders who exuded momentum A serious-looking middle-aged man, exuding an aura that makes people dare not approach easily, stepped forward and spoke righteously.

"Third Elder, is this the style of your Dharma Palace? Bullying the weak with the strong." Zilong frowned and sneered.

"Hmph!" The third elder snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Fourth elder, are you declaring war on my Dharma hall on behalf of the Dan hall?"

Hearing this, Zilong laughed loudly, and sarcastically said: "There are thousands of disciples in the Dharma Palace, but I have less than a hundred disciples in the Dharma Palace. Declare war? Why don't you bully the weak!"

"You..." The third elder blushed with anger, raised his eyebrows angrily, pointed at Zilong with a grin at the corner of his mouth, and was speechless for a while.

"Okay! You are so noisy, how is it different from that shrew in the market, and Xinghua Palace is a solemn place, how can you be so noisy." Suddenly, a deep and serious voice came. Come, there was a touch of anger in the voice but also invisible persuasion, the two stopped arguing.

Everyone searched for their reputation. In a corner of the hall, a middle-aged man with fiery red hair was staring at everyone. This man's eyebrows were like blades, his aura was imposing, and there was a sense of arrogance in his bones. His eyes were as sharp as a knife. Speak up and dare not resist.

And there was a woman beside this man, her pitch-black hair couldn't hide her peerless face, and the trace of emotion in her eyes had already revealed her deep affection for the red-haired man beside her.

At this time, the red-haired man flicked his sleeves, his brows that were slightly frowned eased, he nodded and said, "Wait here for a while, the master will arrive naturally."

"Since the second elder has said it, I don't need to argue anymore, let's wait for the head here!" A strange look flashed in the eyes of the first elder, as if he didn't want to offend this person, so he nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Ye Fengqing also had a lot of doubts in his heart, and he thought to himself: "Who is this second elder? The supercilious first elder who doesn't pay attention to the head of the sect is actually polite to him."

Just when Ye Fengqing was puzzled, there was a burst of laughter resounding from the sky with a little apology, "Haha, I am late, it is indeed my fault to make all the elders and disciples wait again."

At this moment, tens of thousands of disciples on the square heard the headmaster apologizing, and suddenly felt flattered and said in unison: "I am willing to wait for the headmaster, without complaint or regret." , filled the air.

The voice of "I am willing to wait for the head, no complaints and no regrets" is so loud and clear, leaving a long, deep and continuous echo in the surrounding air, echoing on the square for a long time, causing the distant mountains and forests to resonate. There were bursts of panicked birds chirping in the sky.

Inside the main hall, a phantom suddenly appeared in the room through the space and gradually solidified, the void unexpectedly appeared and rippled, and a long robe fluttered in the phantom, and the figure calmly stepped out of the void Come, a few strands of silver thread dance like a silver snake under an unknown wind, elegant and leisurely, exuding an aura of a master of the world, behind is a chaotic and dark space, filled with violent air currents, this, These phenomena all prove that the coming person has the ability to shatter the void, and it is effortless.

(End of this chapter)