The Dragon from Hell

"Master Mo!"

Wu Mian looked at Mo Wentian in disbelief.

Mo Wentian had watched him grow up since he was a child. In his mind, Master Mo was as powerful as a god.

And so far, even in the sect, there are few masters more powerful than Mo Wentian.

Even if there are, they are all in the major sects, never setting foot in the secular world.

But now, he saw with his own eyes that Master Mo was only concerned with resistance, but he was still constantly injured.

What's even more exaggerated is that the opponent hasn't even shown up yet!

It was obviously just a flute sound that didn't sound special to ordinary people, but it made Mo Wentian's clothes stained with blood in just a few dozen moves.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, only to feel that something was blocked in his throat, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Who is that person?

"Puff!"

It seemed that he finally couldn't resist it. Mo Wentian was concentrated by a sword energy, and his body flew backwards directly, and a waterfall of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Wu Mian hurried over to help him up. Looking at his chest, his shirt had been torn to pieces. There was a deep sword mark on his chest that could be seen through the bone!

Wu Mian's body could not stop shaking, and his face instantly lost its color.

Uncle Six also hurried over to check the situation. When he saw that Mo Wentian was injured by a person who had not yet appeared, he looked incredulous: "Who on earth could hurt Uncle Mo like this!"

The Wumeng looked at each other in shock.

But Qin Feng smiled.

He told An Jiuxiao not to help him, but walked to the broken French window himself. Without thinking, he bowed to the small boat that was approaching the cruise ship: "Disciple Qin Feng, thank you Master!"

Master? !

Hearing Qin Feng calling the other party Master, everyone looked out the window in disbelief.

Could the Master he was talking about be... Long Daoling!

At this moment, the sound of the flute suddenly stopped.

The figure that was standing peacefully on the bow did not move, but a vicissitudes and deep voice came from the river: "Useless thing!"

Hearing this voice, Qin Feng was very excited, while Liang Jing, Bai Lao and others were stunned.

Liang Jing almost ran over from the spot, and knelt on the ground with a plop: "Old Dragon Lord!"

And the group of people who followed Liang Jing were naturally all old people from the Panlong Hall, and they all stood up and knelt, shouting Old Dragon Lord.

None of them thought that they would be able to see the Old Dragon Lord again in their lifetime.

It is rumored that the Old Dragon Lord had died in that chaos, or that his martial arts were completely useless after being seriously injured, so he simply disappeared in the world and would not show up again.

But now, not only did he show up, but after showing up, he even defeated Mo Wentian of Tiexian Villa without even really making a move, and he had no power to fight back!

This powerful force not only shocked the people in the Panlong Hall, but also frightened the people of the Wumeng!

Uncle Six looked at the figure standing quietly at the bow, clenched his fists, but didn't even have the courage to attack.

Even if he attacked someone who couldn't beat Old Mo, he would only die.

"How is this possible? This is impossible? Obviously Long Daoling is just a martial artist in the secular world, how could he easily defeat Old Mo of my sect!"

Qin Feng stood up and looked at him with a sneer: "Because my martial arts in the secular world have never been inferior to your sect martial arts!"

As he said, Long Daoling's martial arts in the secular world were trained in bloody storms.

Every move may represent a bloody lesson.

Sect and secular world, one is used to pile up realms, and the other is used to kill people. Can there be any comparison between the two?

Uncle Six's face was ashen, he was very dissatisfied, but now he was speechless.

Because the facts were in front of him, a sharp weapon of their sect was defeated by Long Daoling.

He took a deep breath and said with forbearance: "Long Daoling, I admit that you do have some skills. But don't forget that today is originally a battle between the Wumeng and Panlong Temple, two generations of young people. If you take action now, wouldn't it be against the rules of the martial arts world!"

"Pooh!"

Xu Shaoqin came back to his senses and heard this with disgust: "The words about martial arts rules coming from the mouths of you Wumeng people are no different from jokes."

"Why, just now Wu Mian couldn't beat him, so your old man took action and didn't care."

"Now that Qin Feng's family has come, you start to pay attention to the rules of the martial arts world again?"

Sixth uncle was so depressed that his face turned blue, and he looked at Xu Shaoqin with resentment.

Xu Shaoqin was not afraid of him. Anyway, he had the support of the Wushen Temple behind him, so there was no reason to be afraid of a person from a hidden sect.

In the past, perhaps he would have some respect when he heard the four words "hidden sect".But after what happened tonight, I believe many people's image of the people of the hidden sect has been greatly shattered.

At this time, Long Daoling, who was standing at the bow, spoke: "Yes, adults should not intervene when children fight."

"But, I brought this little guy up by myself. Even if he is useless, he is still my treasure..."

Hearing this, Qin Feng couldn't help but curl his lips.

Is the old man praising him or insulting him?

"Of course I won't care if children fight, but if adults take action, as my apprentice said, who doesn't have a parent?"

The meaning of Long Daoling's words is very clear.

That is, he can't care how the two little ones fight, but as long as you old people dare to take action, he will definitely not sit idly by.

Although he felt aggrieved, Uncle Six had to accept it now: "Okay, then as you said, we won't interfere anymore, today's matter ends here!"

Originally, today, they planned to help Wu Mian directly capture all the people in Panlong Hall and let Qin Feng die here.

Now it seems that this matter can only be discussed later, and it will end without any result for the time being.

"Well, it's right not to interfere."

Long Daoling's voice came from Jiang Shang, and his true face was never seen.

"In this case, Xiaofeng, you have to keep your word and kill that Wumeng Tianjiao."

Long Daoling said this lightly, but Uncle Six's eyes widened instantly: "What did you say?"

Wu Mian's face turned pale, and he hid behind Uncle Six in fear.

"Why, didn't you just say that adults should not interfere in the affairs of the younger generation?" Long Daoling's tone was calm: "Then I let them continue the ring just now, what's the problem?"

"But we just admitted defeat!" Uncle Six shouted angrily.

It's impossible that Qin Feng failed to kill Wu Mian today, right?

Old Mo was seriously injured now, and it would be difficult for him to explain to the sect after he returned.

"Haha." At this time, Qin Feng sneered: "Do you think you can come and go as you please today?"