Urban Iron-Blooded Soldier King

Dong Wenfeng took twelve elite disciples to one side, and these disciples have different attitudes towards Dong Wenfeng, both enthusiastic and indifferent.

However, those who can participate in this alliance battle are the talented elites in the divine thief sect. They generally have their own pride.

However, some people have no strong background and are selected only by their talent. If they want to have a foothold in the sect in the future, they naturally have to choose a disciple with strong background to stand in the team.

"Brother Lin, do it quickly. I'll get you some water to drink."

A disciple at the beginning of the prefecture level said to the only prefecture level peak disciple among the many disciples, and his face was full of flattering smile.

This prefecture level top disciple is Lin Yue, a disciple of the second elder. He is the pride of the second elder. However, he has prefecture level top cultivation at the age of 24. Even in all sects, he is outstanding.

The disciple at the beginning of the prefecture level is Zhang Yu. He has always been Lin Yue's lackey. The main reason why Lin Yue was able to participate in the alliance battle this time is that Lin Yue helped him.

"Hey, you're the most familiar here. Go and find some water for brother Lin." The disciple who flattered Lin Yue pointed at Dong Wenfeng with high toes.

Lin Yue's face is also a properly so expression. Other disciples are indifferent. They won't easily choose to stand in line.

"Sorry, I have no water here."

After all, he is a disciple of the same sect. Dong Wenfeng has to tolerate these people for the sake of the old man, even if he doesn't do anything else.

"Really, I didn't know how to prepare water when I knew the elder was coming. I really don't know how the leader chose you as a disciple."

Zhang Yu is not very stupid. He knows that he is just an ordinary disciple. Dong Wenfeng is a disciple of the leader, but he can't teach him a lesson. He just mutters in a low voice.

The voice was controlled to the extent that Dong Wenfeng could hear, but he underestimated the strength of the elders and the old man. Even the voice of mosquitoes, the three of them could hear clearly.

In fact, Zhang Yu is jealous of people with higher accomplishments and thicker backgrounds.

The jealous thing this time is that Dong Wenfeng has better luck than him. Everyone in the secret stealing sect knows that the old man has no intention to teach his disciples. Dong Wenfeng may be a person pulled by the leader in the street.

If Zhang Yu could be trained by the leader, he might be the first person in the sect now. He must be more powerful than Lin Yue. He is already a strong man at the heaven level.

"Zhang Yu, if he doesn't have water, don't embarrass others."

Lin Yue stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Yudao and deliberately showed his generosity and tolerance in front of the people.

"Younger martial brother Dong, I don't know how well you've been practicing with the leader for two years. If you don't practice well, you'd better not participate in the alliance battle, so as not to lose the face of our God stealing sect."

Lin Yue said very kindly. It was like saying that I was doing it for you and for our God stealing door, but I could see the contempt in my eyes.

No one believes that Dong Wenfeng can make any achievements in two years. Maybe Dong Wenfeng's later cultivation at the prefecture level depends on pills.

Lin Yue thinks he is a genius. He has suffered a lot when he reached the prefecture level peak. Some envy that Dong Wenfeng can achieve his current accomplishments only by taking some pills.

"It's OK. I won't lose the face of the thief at that time."

Dong Wenfeng replied in a very flat tone. This indifferent attitude immediately made Lin Yue feel angry.

After all, Lin Yue felt that when he taught his junior brother as a senior brother, he should accept it with an open mind, not this indifferent attitude.

"What is OK? This kind of thing can't be careless. Ma Dong, practice with younger martial brother Dong and see how strong younger martial brother Dong is."

Lin Yue said to a straight faced man standing beside him, who was also a disciple of the later stage of the prefecture level.

The disciple named Ma Dong was also one of Lin Yue's younger brothers. Hearing Lin Yue's orders, he stood up without hesitation and came to Dong Wenfeng.

"Younger martial brother Dong, please give me some advice." Ma Dong showed Dong Wenfeng the common etiquette in the spiritual world.

Dong Wenfeng also returned a salute. He didn't want to fight with these people. After all, he was a strong man in the early days of heaven level and practiced with a group of prefecture level practitioners. It's not clear that he bullied each other.

Ma Dongsi was unambiguous. After performing the etiquette, she immediately launched an attack on Dong Wenfeng.

His first attack was tentative. After all, he was in the same door. There was no need to kill him directly.

The other disciples saw that Dong Wenfeng didn't defend or dodge when facing Ma Dong's so straight fist.

I saw Dong Wenfeng thoroughly in my heart and felt that the previous speculation was completely correct. Dong Wenfeng is a prefecture level practitioner who relies on pills and has no experience against the enemy.

Seeing Dong Wenfeng's state, Ma Dong unconsciously withdrew his strength. After all, Dong Wenfeng is a disciple of the leader, and he can't beat Dong Wenfeng too badly.

"Bang"

In the blink of an eye, Ma Dong's fist met Dong Wenfeng, but the result surprised everyone.

"Lying in the trough, Ma Dong doesn't have to play so obviously?"

"The boy is so clever that he thought of such a move to flatter the leader. It's really cunning."

When Ma Dong punched Dong Wenfeng, Ma Dong felt as if he had hit a ball of cotton and was bounced out before he had time to respond.

Ma Dong, who fell to the ground, looked confused and heard the comments of other disciples. He wanted to explain something, but he didn't know what to say.

Lin Yue also stared at Dong Wenfeng and Ma Dong suspiciously, because when Ma Dong flew backward, Lin Yue didn't find the flow of real Qi on Dong Wenfeng. He also thought that Ma Dong did it deliberately.

Ma Dong saw Lin Yue's seeping eyes and opened his mouth to explain, but he was immediately held back by Lin Yue.

"Younger martial brother Ma, you're not helping younger martial brother Dong, but harming him. You know, when xiumeng fights, no one will please him and play with him like this."

Ma Dong was very oppressed. It was clear that he had attacked Dong Wenfeng before, but what flew out was himself, and he didn't feel that Dong Wenfeng had used genuine Qi.

"Is Dong Wenfeng using pure physical strength?"

When Ma dong thought of this, he immediately denied this explanation. If he could fly him only by physical strength, it would be at least half a day's strength.

Dong Wenfeng went over and stretched out his hand to pull up the fallen Ma Dong. In order to frighten the other party, Dong Wenfeng deliberately leaked a trace of real yuan to the other party.