The Dragon from Hell

During this period, Song Qifan brought many people to see Chu Huaijiang, but without exception, Chu Huaijiang didn't even open his eyes, let alone speak.

Of course, none of Xu Zhenshan and the others agreed to ask questions. Even when they were tortured in front of Old Chu, in order not to shake Chu Huaijiang's will, they all gritted their teeth, fearing that if they groaned, they would become the one who would make Old Chu soft-hearted.

Like Qin Feng, those people knew that Old Chu was willing to come here, so there must be reasons he couldn't say and things he had to do.

So no one spoke, even if it was worse than death, they didn't want to be the one who shook Old Chu's mood.

Now that Chu Huaijiang finally opened his mouth, Song Qifan finally had the opportunity to speak his mind.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up these days, otherwise I wouldn't even have said a few words to you."

Song Qifan was about to go over, but was stopped by Qiu Qiming: "Palace Master, why don't you not go over..."

The latter looked at Chu Huaijiang behind him with concern, his eyes full of vigilance, as if he was not a god-like existence in the Martial God Palace, but some kind of scourge.

Song Qifan waved his hand: "What are you afraid of? Can't you see? Now our old Chu is a prisoner. Facing a prisoner, should I still be afraid?"

As for Qin Feng, he didn't take him seriously at all.

Just a young boy controlled by the soft condensation powder, not enough to be a threat to him.

He walked to Chu Huaijiang and Qin Feng, the latter stared at him expressionlessly, but his body moved forward a few points without leaving a trace, with the intention of blocking Old Chu.

Song Qifan sneered at this behavior: "You don't have to stop me. If I want to do something to Old Chu, you can't stop me now."

"Xiaofeng, please move aside and let me talk to him alone." Chu Huaijiang also spoke kindly, without any anger in his tone, let alone any fear or vigilance, as if he really just wanted to chat with Song Qifan.

Chu Huaijiang spoke, and Qin Feng naturally would not stop him.

He stood up and moved aside, but still kept a position not far from Chu Huaijiang, guarding against Song Qifan at any time.

Song Qifan turned a blind eye to his behavior, but he was just childish.

When facing Old Chu, Song Qifan still stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at him, and had no intention of squatting down or sitting down to look at Chu Huaijiang at eye level.

On the contrary, he wanted Chu Huaijiang to look up at him.

"I thought you didn't want to see me, Mr. Chu."

Chu Huaijiang didn't care about the position of the two people. He looked up and smiled at Song Qifan. The old man who was usually irritable was very calm in this embarrassing situation: "I didn't expect that you hated me so much?"

Song Qifan had a blank expression: "I can't say I hate you, but I'm a little unwilling in my heart. But it's true. In the past, you had a figure like Qin Guanshan in front of you, so you naturally didn't take me seriously. But I don't understand why you would rather choose Xu Zhenshan, whose martial arts were half-wasted, than look at me more?"

Once upon a time, Song Qifan was also a martial god, and his military exploits were no less than Xu Zhenshan's.

"When I was young, I also had high aspirations, but after entering the Martial God Hall and meeting Qin Guanshan, I understood what it meant that there are always people who are better than you. From then on, I have been working hard to improve myself and not be arrogant or impatient."

"Later, Qin Guanshan died. I thought my chance had come and you would see me at this time, but I didn't expect that there would be another Xu Zhenshan."

"Indeed, if we really talk about it, Xu Zhenshan's achievements and abilities at that time were better than mine, and I admit it."

"But why did you insist on giving him the position of the Hall Master when Xu Zhenshan was seriously injured and retired to the second line?"

"Am I so unpopular in your eyes?"

Although Song Qifan has tried to narrate in the calmest tone, Qin Feng can still hear his hidden anger.

It's just that he is no longer a teenager now, and it is impossible for him to clench his fists and be hysterical at Chu Huaijiang.

But Qin Feng still thinks he is childish, like a child who holds a grudge because he is not loved.

Chu Huaijiang listened to his words, smiled and shook his head: "Yes, in fact, in some aspects, you are much better than Zhenshan. You were one of the best martial gods in our Martial God Hall. After Zhenshan, you were the only one who took the lead for a long time. It was not until Ye Huang and his group of young people took over that you returned to Longdu."

"To be honest, in terms of achievements before and after, you have more military merits than Zhenshan, and the position of the hall master should be given to you."

Song Qifan heard this and carried aThe hand behind him clenched into a fist: "Are you admitting that you were wrong at the beginning, or are you admitting that you are partial? Just because Xu Zhenshan and Qin Guanshan are both disciples you personally trained, you gave him the position of the hall master?"

Although Qin Feng did not enter the Panlong Hall, he knew that the most taboo thing in a place like the Panlong Hall is partiality.

Even Xu Qingqing, the daughter of the hall master, was eliminated in the second round when she was selected as the God of War.

Even the person who eliminated her at that time was the hall master Xu Zhenshan.

And Old Chu once said that there would never be any nepotism in the God of War Hall, even if it was his own disciples, once they were incompetent, they would never be entrusted with important tasks.

It's just that because those who can become Chu Huaijiang's disciples can never be mediocre, no one said anything gossipy about Xu Zhenshan becoming the hall master and Qin Guanshan's fame at the time.

Now Song Qifan asked this just to make Chu Huaijiang admit that he was partial. In this way, his god-like image would collapse.

But Chu Huaijiang shook his head unexpectedly: "No, I chose Zhenshan, never because he is my disciple."

"Hehe, do you think I will believe this?" Song Qifan sneered: "If he is not your disciple, I am afraid that as a warrior who can never improve again, he will not be able to stay in the upper echelons of Panlong Hall, how can he become the hall master?"

"The person who was most likely to become the hall master at that time was me. If you said directly that you chose him because of your partiality, then I might be able to accept it in my heart. After all, people are partial. I was not taught by you. The palms and backs of your hands are all flesh... but the flesh of the palms is always thicker than the backs of your hands. If it were me, I would choose the same way."

"You are unwilling to admit it now, can you erase this fact?"

"Or is it that the true god of the dignified Martial God Hall will also lie?"