The Dragon from Hell

A direct disciple?

A mortal bone is actually a direct disciple!

It was okay for everyone to hear this, and they just whispered for a while.

But the young man in gorgeous clothes who came with Zhuo Chengan and the others was surprised when he heard this: "Are you Wuxiang Sect crazy?"

As soon as the young man opened his mouth, everyone's eyes fell on him, and no one interrupted him when he spoke.

He walked quickly to Zhu Xing and Zhuo Chengan, pointing at Qin Feng in disbelief: "He is just a mortal bone. You accepted him as a gimmick to give those wishful mortal bones a little hope and to amuse them. You actually accepted him as a direct disciple?!"

Looking at his appearance, it seemed as if he knew something unreasonable.

Sang Cancan crossed her arms and said in a gloomy way: "Master Guanchao, you don't know this, right?"

She twisted her waist and walked forward, sneering at Qin Feng and Zhu Xing: "Our Wuxiang Sect is one of the four major sects after all, and the thing we have the most is people."

"After all, there are few people in Wuyou Mountain. If we raise a senior brother Zhu Xing, I'm afraid it will be difficult for disciples to choose Wuyou Sect in the future."

"So, what's wrong with being a mortal bone? After all, he is a human being."

As soon as she finished speaking, the whispers just now suddenly turned into a burst of laughter.

There were even several disciples from the other three major sects who didn't care about Zhu Xing's face at all and laughed very wantonly.

The young master Guanchao looked disdainful: "You can't be so desperate, right? There is a person who has been practicing for three hundred years but still can't break through the golden elixir, and now there is another traitor. I'm afraid that Wuyoumen will be worse than the three lower sects in the future."

This man obviously knows how powerful and glorious Wuyoumen used to be. Although he now looks contemptuous, there is a bit of regret in his tone.

"No, no, I have to go to Elder Mo to have a good talk. Even if he has no interest in the immortal sect, he can't tarnish the reputation of Wuyoumen like this."

"The one who founded Wuyoumen is from my Yueyingtai!"

Yueyingtai?

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly. It was another name he had never heard of.

But he didn't think that Yueyingtai was some unknown small sect. Otherwise, with Sang Cancan's personality, she would not mix with these two people.

He was curious: In addition to the four major sects and the first-class sects such as Mingjian Villa, what kind of existence is Yueyingtai in this immortal sect?

But now no one explained to him, Zhu Xing stretched out his hand to stop him, and smiled at Master Guanchao: "Sorry, when I came, Master had already closed the door and refused to see guests. At this time, the barrier has been set up in the back mountain, Master Guanchao should not make a wasted trip."

Hearing that the barrier was set up in the back mountain, Master Guanchao was even more unhappy: "What does Elder Mo mean? Yue Ji and I came to see him, and he plans to disappear even us?"

Qin Feng heard that it turned out that Master Guanchao and the little girl named Yue Ji were not here to cause trouble, but came to see Mo Wenyuan specifically.

"I heard that Elder Mo finally came out of retreat, so I came here to pay my respects and reminisce about the past. He won't be so disrespectful to me, right?"

He glanced at Qin Feng and said, "By the way, I'll talk to him too. If he is sure, I'll send him a few disciples with top-grade talents and bones. When Wuyou Sect regains its former glory, they can return them to me. Why do you have to wrong yourself and ruin the reputation of Wuyou Sect?"

It can be seen that he is very dissatisfied with Qin Feng.

At this time, Zhuo Chengan finally got a chance to speak, because the sword energy he had originally condensed had dissipated due to the appearance of Zhu Xing.

Originally, they were about to fight, but now he suddenly stopped, which seemed a bit awkward.

His anger was even stronger, and he was suppressing his anger when he spoke: "Zhu Xing, I respect you as a senior, but today it was your Wuyou Sect's disciple who provoked me. If you want to stop me from standing up for him, then don't blame me for not caring about the face of the senior and the junior!"

His words brought the topic back to the topic.

Everyone was waiting to see the joke, especially Sang Cancan and other disciples of Fengling Mountain.

After all, everyone knew that Zhu Xing was a loser, and when Zhuo Chengan came this time, everyone already knew that he had broken through the Jindan in the Sword Test Mountain.

Although he was only a Jindan level, he was a rare six-turn Jindan, which was much better than Zhu Xing, who had not broken through the Jindan for three hundred years.

I thought Zhu Xing would back off, but I didn't expect him to smile and nod: "Of course, Qin Feng is now my junior brother, and he is also going to participate in the trial of this Xianmen Conference. If you meet on the stage, I will definitely not stop you."

"But Qin Feng will not take action before the trial begins."

"If Junior Brother Zhuo insists, I don't mind fighting with you for a few moves."

Hearing Zhu XingDu Liangping and others burst out laughing when they saw that he was actually going to fight Zhuo Chengan.

He had already changed into a new set of clothes, as if he had forgotten his previous embarrassing appearance. He said to Zhu Xing fiercely: "Zhu Xing, you dare to agree to my calling you senior. You are shameless and I am ashamed for you!"

"Everyone knows that you are a waste who has been practicing for three hundred years and can't even break through the golden elixir. How can you fight with my senior brother?"

"I advise you to get out of here quickly and let your so-called junior brother do it. Even if he loses, his mortal bones are a good excuse. It's better than you, an 'old senior' who has practiced for three or four hundred years, embarrassing yourself in front of so many new generation disciples, right?"

The others also echoed, all of them were "advising" Zhu Xing not to fight.

"That's right, a mortal bone is still participating in the Immortal Gate Conference. How dare he call himself an Immortal Gate when he doesn't even have a spiritual bone?"

"Really, it's shameful enough to let a mortal bone sneak into the Immortal Gate, and he's still participating in the Immortal Gate Conference, who are you insulting?"

"Yes, it's not good for anyone to fight against a mortal bone, no matter if he wins or loses. If he wins, he feels like he won unfairly, and if he loses... it's impossible to lose."

All the people present were inner disciples, and none of them took a mortal bone seriously.

Qin Feng was calm, standing with his hands behind his back, too lazy to refute.

Anyway, he knew that with Zhu Xing here, he couldn't take action today.

Sure enough, no matter how others "advised", Zhu Xing just smiled and looked at Zhuo Chengan: "Brother Zhuo, please think twice."

Fighting is like a matter of one go, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted.

Zhuo Chengan has lost his patience. If he continues to talk like this, people will think he is afraid and dare not take action.

Seeing that Zhu Xing insisted on taking care of this matter, his eyes narrowed: "Okay, in that case, please teach me, Senior Brother Zhu!"

After saying that, the long sword in his hand once again gathered spiritual power, and then swung the sword horizontally, and in an instant, the sword energy was crisscrossed and rushed straight to Zhu Xing!