The Dragon from Hell

"Elder Mo!"

When Mo Wenyuan appeared, Gongsun Miao and others looked excited as if they had seen the backstage.

They all saw that Mo Wenyuan looked cold and indifferent, but he was the most protective of his child.

However, Qin Feng saw Mo Wenyuan appear, and his eyes were a little disappointed.

Before he said anything, Mo Wenyuan glanced at him: "Stinky boy, are you disappointed to see your master here?"

"Disciple dare not!" It was indeed quite disappointing, he came out too early.

Seeing Qin Feng's respectful look, Mo Wenyuan snorted coldly: "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking, kid. Your realm is not stable now, and you are not the opponent of that old man. Take it easy."

Qin Feng was not embarrassed at all when his thoughts were exposed, but just grinned: "Thank you for your concern, Master."

"Don't flatter yourself, kid, I don't have time to care about you."

After that, Mo Wenyuan's eyes fell on Peng Hongfang: "Aren't you going to the Wuxiang Sect to hold him accountable? It happens that this kid is my disciple. If you have anything to say, just tell me."

Peng Hongfang did not respond immediately. His eyes swept up and down Mo Wenyuan, and suddenly widened his eyes in surprise: "You are... Mo Wenyuan!"

Mo Wenyuan glanced at Peng Hongfang with a sidelong glance, as if he just recognized him: "Peng Hongfang? It's you."

Qin Feng's eyes swept back and forth between the two people, and it seemed that they knew each other.

However, after confirming Mo Wenyuan's identity, Peng Hongfang's face was obviously not good.

An old face was pale and blue, his hands were clenched, and veins on his forehead were bulging.

Qin Feng curled his lips: It seems that these two people are not only old acquaintances, but also have a grudge, which may be a story or an accident.

He turned his head and whispered to Dong Gongya: "What's the situation?"

Dong Gongya and the other three natives knew much more about the situation in the Xianmen than he did.

However, Dong Gongya and the other three were still young after all, and they didn't know much about the past three hundred years. They all shook their heads in confusion.

It was still Fu Liuxia who explained in a low voice: "At the Xianmen Conference five hundred years ago, Elder Mo and the one from Mingjian Villa were opponents, and Elder Peng lost."

Fu Liuxia's voice was flat. According to his seniority, he should indeed call Peng Hongfang a senior elder.

But when Peng Hongfang made a move just now, Qin Feng felt that the opponent's strength was even worse than Fu Liuxia.

Originally, he thought that the other party was still in the early stage of cultivation and should not be too old. After all, in the Xianmen, people's appearance can be deceiving.

But he never expected that Peng Hongfang was actually from the same generation as his master.

This was a bit unexpected.

Qin Feng still didn't know how strong Mo Wenyuan was, but he was sure that Fu Liuxia was definitely not his master's opponent.

Peng Hongfang was from the same generation as his master, and he was once his master's opponent. He was much older than Fu Liuxia, so he should be on par with Mo Wenyuan.

Did Zhongyong get hurt?

Fu Liuxia seemed to see Qin Feng's doubts and added: "According to the master, it was just Peng Hongfang who regarded Elder Mo as his opponent at that time."

He was silent for a while: "At that time, Elder Mo defeated Peng Hongfang in less than ten moves."

Qin Feng was silent too.

It turned out that Zhongyong was not hurt, but from the beginning, there was a huge difference between Peng Hongfang and Mo Wenyuan.

And in the past three hundred years, Mo Wenyuan stayed at home, and Peng Hongfang still couldn't make up for this gap.

It seems that in most cases, talent can never be made up by hard work.

It's no wonder that Peng Hongfang looked at Mo Wenyuan as if he saw the murderer of his father. After all, he couldn't even survive ten moves at the Xianmen Conference. Everyone would remember it.

His eyes returned to the two people at the scene. Mo Wenyuan looked indifferent, and Peng Hongfang looked angry.

However, Peng Hongfang still controlled his emotions. In front of so many juniors, he couldn't bring up the embarrassment at the time, so he directly changed the subject: "Mo Wenyuan, your disciples hurt my juniors, how are you going to deal with it?"

He suppressed his anger and stared at Mo Wenyuan.

Others didn't know what happened that year, and didn't take Mo Wenyuan seriously at all.

The main reason was that in the past three hundred years, Mo Wenyuan's name had gradually faded in the Xianmen. No one in this generation of disciples knew what kind of reputation Mo Wenyuan had back then, so they all thought that Mo Wenyuan, who led the team here, was just an ordinary elder in the Wuxiang Sect.

"Yes, your Wuxiang Sect disciples attacked and injured people when they were not prepared. You Wuxiang Sect should give an explanation, right?"

"Even if you are the first sect of the immortal sect, you should be reasonable!"

"That's right, even if the leader of Wuxiang Sect is here, you have to give justice to our Mingjian Villa!"

Several people from Mingjian VillaThe disciples were talking to each other, not caring about the rule that the younger generation should not interrupt when the elders are talking. Peng Hongfang did not stop them, but just glared at Mo Wenyuan.

After not seeing each other for three hundred years, he didn't know how far Mo Wenyuan had cultivated in the past three hundred years.

But no matter what, this time it was their Mingjian Villa that was right. As an elder of the Wuxiang Sect, Mo Wenyuan couldn't just protect his disciples, right?

"Oh." Mo Wenyuan responded, then turned his head to look at Qin Feng: "Did you hurt the person?"

Du Liangping thought Qin Feng would quibble, but he didn't expect Qin Feng to not even explain: "Master, it was me."

Qin Feng said these five short words calmly, as if he didn't take it seriously at all, which made Du Liangping very angry again.

"This elder, did you hear it yourself? Your disciples admitted that he hurt people. You can't protect him in front of so many people!" Du Liangping accused righteously.

"What nonsense are you talking about? The wound on your ear was indeed caused by Old Qin... Qin Feng, but why don't you tell me why he wanted to hurt you?" Gongsun Miao was so angry that he stood up to help Qin Feng explain.

But Du Liangping snorted coldly: "You said I hurt him first, do you have any evidence?"

"You--" Gongsun Miao was angry because they really had no evidence.

"Okay." Before the two sides started arguing, Mo Wenyuan interrupted the conversation between the two, looked at Qin Feng, and said calmly: "You mean, you deliberately knocked off one of his ears?"

Qin Feng still looked frank: "Yes."

Du Liangping was almost angry: "Hear it, he admitted everything himself, what else is there to say? Today you Wuxiang Sect must give an explanation!"

"The explanation should indeed be given." Mo Wenyuan nodded and agreed with Du Liangping's words.

But before the latter could get proud, Mo Wenyuan threw a purse into the arms of Luoao Du Liangping: "Take these as compensation."

Du Liangping opened it and saw that it was a bag of ordinary spirit stones!