The Dragon from Hell

Feng Xing was not embarrassed at all after being exposed by Mo Xuzi. Instead, he nodded and said, "Uncle Master, if you don't tell me the reason, Feng Xing will not be able to sleep or eat well."

Mo Xuzi and Gusu Li beside him could see that Feng Xing naturally had his own pride.

As a cultivator, it would be fine if he was mediocre, but he happened to be gifted.

For someone like Feng Xing who was gifted and obsessed with cultivating immortals, it was understandable that he was obsessed with knowing how Qin Feng opened the seabed barrier.

After all, even if Feng Xing didn't know there was a "barrier" on the seabed before, he had tried to enter the seabed vortex, but failed without exception.

And those cultivators who successfully entered the seabed vortex never came back.

So until now, Feng Xing has never seen the scenery under the seabed vortex, and he even regards that place as a place for training and comes there every six months.

But in the end, the scene he had never seen was seen by a mortal.

How could he not be obsessed?

Mo Xuzi looked at Feng Xing with deep eyes, and finally smiled: "You kid, don't you think about it? As a mortal, what can he use to enter the seabed? Of course, it depends on luck."

"It is recorded in the task board. He was lucky at that time. After entering the sea, he jumped onto the back of a sea monster. Because he is a mortal, it is easy to hide his breath, and he was directly taken into the seabed whirlpool by the sea monster."

Mo Xuzi could not be more downplayed about what Qin Feng had done.

Qin Feng did jump into the seabed whirlpool on the back of a killer whale, but Mo Xuzi did not mention how Qin Feng sneaked on the seabed for several days before jumping into the whirlpool, and how he fought with the sea monsters with his mortal body.

To others, the process of Qin Feng entering the sea was so simple. Only those who have seen it with their own eyes know that the process is difficult for ordinary cultivators to do, let alone mortals.

Just sneaking from the bottom of the sea is not something that ordinary people can think of, at least no one before them thought of it.

After listening to Mo Xuzi's explanation, Sang Cancan's face flashed with disdain.

If she hadn't taken her status into consideration, she would have sneered now: As she thought, that mortal was just lucky.

"Feng Xing, do you have any other questions?"

Mo Xuzi stroked his beard calmly, glancing at Feng Xing with his eyes.

Although he got the answer, it was almost the same as the news he had known before. Feng Xing didn't have any emotion, but just nodded: "It seems that he is really lucky."

First, he was noticed by Wuxiang Sect and brought to Wuxiang Mountain, and then he was able to hold Sang Cancan's sword with his bare hands. Now he is lucky again, just in time to encounter the last time Ming Canghai's barrier was pried open.

How could he be unlucky?

"Good luck is temporary. As long as you practice hard, you can't catch up with luck in the future." Mo Xuzi patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "You know, if we really talk about luck, in fact, all of us here have better luck than him."

Feng Xing knew what he was talking about, it was the spiritual bone in their bodies.

Compared with Qin Feng, as long as they have spiritual bones, they are indeed a thousand times luckier than him.

"Master uncle is right."

When they were talking, Gusu Li and Hui Ling were standing beside them.

Gusu Li smiled, but the smile was not as bright as his eyes.

Hui Ling looked at Ming Cang Hai, who had recovered his vitality, and was a little fascinated. I don't know what she was thinking.

On the other side, Qin Feng took Jiao Xia to walk around Ming Cang City. In one day, Qin Feng had completely become a celebrity in the city.

Although other people still looked at him a little strangely, no one jumped out to speak rudely like before.

Because they were still on the street, they didn't have time to give Jiaoxia the cakes and candied haws they bought.

No matter how anxious she was, Qin Feng pressed her to go back and eat, which made Jiaoxia so angry that she didn't know where she hid and refused to come out.

Qin Feng was not worried. Anyway, as long as he took out the cakes and candied haws he bought after returning, she would come out by herself.

"Haha, a mortal whose spirit bones were dug out thought that he was lucky for a while and really became a hero of Mingcang City?"

Qin Feng was about to go back, so as not to really provoke Jiaoxia and run out to bite people, when he heard a voice behind him.

When he turned around, he saw a man in gorgeous clothes and a group of people coming up, and it seemed that they were coming for him.

Qin Feng glanced at a jade pendant on the man's waist. The jade pendant was carved into the shape of a long sword, and there were complicated runes carved on the long sword.

The texture of this jade pendant was very unusual, but it was different from the other jade pendant on the man's left.The quality is even worse than that.

But Qin Feng recognized the origin of this jade pendant at a glance - the Thousand Sword Sect.

Gong Jin carried a long sword on his back. In addition to the gorgeous embellishments on the scabbard, there were even several marks of formations, which showed the energy contained in this sword.

He held a folding fan in his hand, staring at Qin Feng with contempt.

"Are you Qin Feng?"

Qin Feng looked at him coldly, and was too lazy to pay attention to his knowing question.

Obviously Qin Feng's silver-white hair has proved his identity, and he still asked for only one reason - to find trouble.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Gong Jin sneered.

The young man standing beside Gong Jin was particularly jealous when he saw Qin Feng. Qin Feng didn't know where he hated him so much, because he had never seen this person in his impression.

"My senior brother is talking to you, you didn't hear, are you deaf?"

The young man's tone was very bad, and it seemed that he wanted to rush up to Qin Feng and fight him to the death.

Qin Feng glanced at him lightly: "You don't care, why should I respond?"

"How dare you!" The young man glared at him: "Do you know who we are? We are disciples of the Thousand Swords Sect. Not to mention that the status of the immortal sect is comparable to your Wuxiang Sect, just the identity of our senior brother Gong is not something that mortals like you can look directly at. How dare you disrespect him!"

"Respect?" Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly: "What does his identity have to do with me? Why should I respect him?"

"Besides, if someone respects me one foot, I will respect him ten feet."

Qin Feng slightly curled his lips: "If you want me to respect you, it depends on how much you respect me first."

——Snap!

Gong Jin's folding fan suddenly closed, and his face, which was not very good-looking to begin with, instantly turned dark.

"Are you talking to me now?" He looked at Qin Feng, seeming a little unbelievable.

Qin Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "If you don't want to talk to me, you can just do it directly."