The Dragon from Hell

Zhong Mengran turned around only after Fengxing's car left, with a smile on her face: "Are you scared? Don't worry about them, the people of Fengling Mountain are like this. You are unlucky today and happened to meet the two most difficult ones."

"One of them is a wild lady and the other is a proud nobleman. Each of them is unreasonable."

"After all, Fengling Mountain is the first mountain of my Wuxiang Sect. It's normal for them to be arrogant."

Qin Feng stared at her face indifferently for a long time before saying: "They have gone far away. You don't have to pretend here. It's tiring."

After saying that, Qin Feng didn't even look at her and continued to hoe the ground with his head down.

From the beginning, he didn't take these two people seriously.

Although he didn't know what level of power he had reached in this world, when facing Fengxing, he felt almost the same as when facing Fengbang.

When a warrior's power reaches a certain level, when facing a dangerous opponent, he can also sense it in the dark.

But when facing Fengxing, he didn't.

Even if Zhong Mengran didn't show up today, nothing would happen to him.

Zhong Mengran was stunned for a moment when she heard Qin Feng's words, and then suddenly laughed, but this laugh was more genuine than before.

"You are not very kind to women." Zhong Mengran gently lifted her hair: "It seems that you still have a pair of venomous eyes."

Although Feng Xing also looked down on her, he did not see her essence directly like Qin Feng.

From Qin Feng's perspective, Zhong Mengran was a woman with hatred and ambition.

She knew her strengths clearly, and also understood her weaknesses.

She can only rely on men now, but she doesn't think it is shameful to rely on men, because in her opinion, as long as it is beneficial to herself, men, women, and even non-humans can use it.

And Feng Xing looked down on her just because of her background.

Qin Feng continued to hoe the land, thinking that Zhong Mengran should leave.

But when he looked back and saw that she didn't move, he sighed softly: "Come in and sit down?"

"Okay." Zhong Mengran was waiting for this sentence.

The two entered. This time Qin Feng's residence was much better than last time. At least there were two more cups, and he could pour a cup of hot tea for Zhong Mengran.

"Don't you want to ask me anything?" Zhong Mengran couldn't help but speak first after taking the teacup.

Qin Feng poured himself tea without even looking at her: "Will you tell me if I ask you? Is it the truth? Even if it is the truth, what good is it for me?"

Zhong Mengran was stunned again, and then smiled: "Originally, you asked me yourself, and I didn't intend to tell you the truth, but since you said so, I want to tell you."

"You don't have to be so rebellious." Qin Feng picked up the teacup and sat down, taking a sip.

Zhong Mengran seemed to have not heard what he said later, and spoke to himself: "In fact, the person who lived here before was once Feng Xing's senior brother."

The person who originally lived here was once a sword cultivator in Fengling Mountain.

At that time, although Feng Xing was talented in Fengling Mountain, he had not yet fully demonstrated his strength, and did not have the temperament of being the only one who can take the lead now.

At that time, he had just come to the mountain not long ago, and everything had to be taken care of by the senior brother.

"The senior brother is a very good person." When he said this, Zhong Mengran commented: "He is very kind."

"It's just that the bad thing is that he is too kind."

A bitterness overflowed from the corner of Zhong Mengran's mouth: "If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have been driven down the mountain, and he wouldn't have lived here for seventy years and couldn't set foot on Wuxiang Mountain again."

Qin Feng was a little interested. Seeing that Zhong Mengran's face was not fake, he also wanted to know what happened to this senior brother named Lingcheng, which could make a woman who looked affectionate and righteous but was actually ruthless and righteous give him such an evaluation.

"At that time, the great fairyland in the sect was opened. The eldest brother led the team, and all the disciples above the foundation-building stage of the six mountains had to go."

"It was all smooth at the beginning. Although we encountered a lot of troubles, at least no one died in it."

"But when we were about to come out, the eldest brother stood behind us alone after encountering a wave of monsters in order to protect us."

"After that, although the eldest brother survived, his spirit bones were damaged and he no longer had the talent for cultivation, so he was expelled from the mountain."

At that time, everyone in Wuxiang Sect was actually very sad, because before that, Lingcheng was the most talented swordsman in the entire Wuxiang Sect.

His talent can be seen from the fact that he can stand alone in the Fengling Mountain, which has always been strong.

The death of such a genius, even the head of the sect is extremely sad.

But there is no way, in a fairy gate like Wuxiang Sect, strength is everything.

When his spirit bone was damaged, Lingcheng was no different from ordinary people. He could only use some simple spells, and even his absorption of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was no different from that of ordinary people.

Even if the sect was heartbroken, they had to let him go down the mountain at this time. Otherwise, a person who was no different from ordinary people living in the fairy gate would only stimulate him more.

Qin Feng could understand this point. If it were him, he would probably make a similar decision.

Lingcheng might not regret being injured to protect his fellow disciples, but the stimulation after his spirit bone was damaged was definitely not small.

For example, the original owner, he had not even been able to practice in Wuxiang Sect, and he was also stimulated after his spirit bone was dug out.

As a person who had practiced, Lingcheng had tasted the taste of being gifted and felt the feeling of spiritual power being easily absorbed into his body. Now he was told that he would be worse than others for ten years in the future, and would lose all his talents as a cultivator and become an existence worse than the lowest-level disciples. How could he bear it?

At this time, the most appropriate way is to let him leave Xianmen temporarily and wait until the psychological trauma is accepted.

But no one expected that Lingcheng's enthusiasm for cultivation would be so persistent.

Not only was he unwilling to leave Xianmen, but he also insisted that he could still practice.

In order to prove to his master that he was not a waste, he simply lived in this thatched cottage.

Before he returned to Wuxiang Sect, he would never go up the mountain or down the mountain.

For a full seventy years, he spent his time in torment.

No matter how crazy he practiced, the final result was not ideal.

What awaited him was the spiritual power that could not be condensed, the spiritual energy that was difficult to absorb, and the same ten years of stagnation!

In the end, Lingcheng died in such a situation.

So far, it has also proved that without spiritual bones, even if he was a genius, he could not embark on the road of cultivation.