The Dragon from Hell

Seeing that Qin Feng and Lin Quansheng were fine, Zhong Mengran was obviously relieved, but his eyes towards Qin Feng were obviously a little resentful.

However, it was obviously not the time to talk now, An Jingfu had already landed and walked in front of Madam An.

Unlike Madam An who maintained the appearance of being in her twenties, An Jingfu now looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, and even had a beard, which made him look more mature and stable.

Perhaps it was because he had been the leader of the clan for many years that he had a strong pressure on him.

Whenever he approached, others would retreat silently and make room between him and Madam An.

Zhong Mengran did not follow him, but still stood there, looking at this side expressionlessly.

"Aqin, what are you doing?" An Jingfu looked at his wife and sighed helplessly: "When did you come out of seclusion? Why didn't you tell me?"

But Madam An obviously didn't have a good face. After An Jingfu appeared, her cold aura had a little more resentment.

"Haha, Master An, you are too polite. I am just a small cultivator. Do I need to disturb you when I come out of retreat?" Mrs. An's words were full of thorns. She said faintly: "Besides, even if I don't say it, Master An will know it. Master An cares about the world and the mortals. Look, isn't he here to protect 'your people' again?"

An Jingfu frowned slightly, obviously not agreeing with Mrs. An's words.

He glanced at Qin Feng, then turned to Madam An and said, "Madam, this boy is now a candidate disciple of my Wuxiang Sect. If you want to kill him, you should give a reason, right?"

"Reason?" This sentence touched some nerve of An Jingfu. She looked at An Jingfu angrily, "What reason do I need to kill a mortal?"

"If you must have a reason, then I'll give it to you."

"As a mortal, you dare to covet the immortal gate and try to defile the pure land of the immortal gate with your mortal bones. Your mind is not pure and your heart is not right!"

"Mortals should be honest and be mortals. If you dare to covet the immortal gate, I will kill him, so what!"

Madam An's words sounded like she was talking about Qin Feng, but in fact she meant something else.

Most of the people present knew about the past, and even Lin Quansheng looked at Zhong Mengran unconsciously.

Qin Feng glanced over calmly and saw Zhong Mengran still standing there expressionless, with no ripples in the eyes of the people around her.

Come to think of it, she must have seen a lot of such eyes in the past.

If she still couldn't accept it now, she would have left Wuxiang Sect long ago.

An Jingfu glanced at her without leaving a trace, but didn't speak for her: "Madam, you should understand that all the major sects are watching us now."

This time An Jingfu's tone was more serious: "Do you want Wuxiang Sect and yourself to bear the name of killing innocent people?"

Madam An seemed to have noticed the solemnity in An Jingfu's tone, and she also knew that she couldn't joke with An Jingfu about the reputation of the sect.

Her face was straightened, and she snorted coldly: "Who told you that I killed him without any name or status?"

She turned her head to look at Qin Feng, and sternly said: "You are so bold, a mere mortal, how dare you hurt my disciples of the immortal sect, what crime should you be punished for!"

As Qin Feng thought, someone was the first to complain.

As if she was afraid that Qin Feng would not accept it, Madam An also called out: "Nishang, bring the person here, let our Sect Master An judge it carefully, and see if I killed this mortal without any reason."

"Yes!" Nishang stepped back a few steps, winked at the other purple-clothed women, and two of them immediately withdrew.

Not long after, the letter was carried over, and the elders and disciples of Wangya Mountain also came with it.

Of course, this also included Qin Feng's cheap brother, Qin Yu.

He was still standing at the end of the disciples of Wangya Mountain, and saw Qin Feng through the crowd, and couldn't help clenching his teeth.

Although he followed his brothers to carry out tasks in the past half month, most of them were small and complicated tasks that were thankless. Even if they were completed, not only would there be no reward, but he might even have to pay for it.

In order to please his brothers, he was basically responsible for all the expenses along the way, and most of the resources consumed to complete the tasks were his.

It can be said that he not only did not gain much in the past half month, but also lost a lot, which was unbearable.

Although he was outside, he would not have heard about what happened in Mingcang City.

After all, the revival of the spiritual energy in Mingcang Sea is definitely a major event that is worth shocking the entire Xianmen.

It just so happened that Qin Feng not only participated in this matter, but he also heard from his brothers that Qin Feng actually completed the gold-level A-level task by luck!

Even if he was just lucky, the sect still gave him all the rewards.

You know, even his brothers would be jealous of the gold-level A-level task!

ButBut all these good things fell into Qin Feng's pocket.

Why!

Shouldn't he die in Ming Canghai? Why is he so lucky?

First he was brought to Wuxiang Sect as a mortal, and now he got the A-level reward by luck.

Qin Yu's fist was almost broken, and he wanted to rush up and kill him with a sword right now!

But with his current identity, he is still the most inconspicuous disciple in the sect, and he has no chance to speak at this time.

But... it doesn't matter, Qin Feng is dead today!

Madam An saw that the person had been brought in, and her eyes fell on An Jingfu: "Now, do you still think I have no reason to kill him?"

This time it was not just Madam An, an old man also stood up, wearing the Taoist robe of Wangya Mountain, and his old face was full of anger.

He first glanced at Qin Feng coldly, then walked to An Jingfu and bowed: "Master, I accuse this mortal named Qin Feng of injuring my Wangyashan disciple in Qingfeng Town, causing his right arm to be broken and irreparable for life!"

Hearing this, everyone present was extremely shocked and looked at Feng Xin lying in the middle at the same time.

At this time, Feng Xin's face was pale, and it looked like he had lost too much blood.

His wound had been bandaged and he had changed his clothes, but it was obvious that the position of his right arm was empty, and there was nothing.

But Qin Feng was just a mortal!

Even if he really hurt Feng Xin, with Feng Xin's spiritual body, shouldn't he be able to recover quickly?

Even if a right arm was broken, with the means of the sect, how could it not be reattached?

Even An Jingfu was stunned when he heard this: "Can't reattach it?"

It's not that he didn't hear about Feng Xin's right arm being cut off by Qin Feng, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

"That's right!" The elder of Wangya Mountain said coldly, "No matter how many methods we used, Feng Xin's right arm is still dead. There is no possibility of reattaching it!"