Don't forget it, Dad! Isn't it enough to kneel down for you?

Upon hearing this, the legs of some of the older generation, including Elder Qi, went weak and they almost fell to their knees.

His master turned even paler and turned around to curse, "Who the hell are you? Get out of here!"

Chang Long stiffened his neck, looking unconvinced.

His master was furious and anxious, and hurriedly apologized to Qingfeng: "I'm sorry, Taoist Qingfeng, it's my fault for not disciplining him well that he offended you. I will discipline him well."

Taoist Qingfeng remained expressionless and waved his hand. The older generation understood and immediately stepped aside, looking at Chang Long with sympathy.

It’s over.

It is said that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, and they have witnessed it today.

Seeing this, Zhu Tao and the others quickly stepped aside.

They all grew up listening to the stories of Taoist Qingfeng. Even if they had not understood his abilities, they had seen Chu Jiaojiao, Sheng Jun and others.

The disciples are so powerful, let alone their master.

Taoist Qingfeng is not just a name that he gets.

But in the blink of an eye, only Chang Long was left.

Chang Long couldn't help but panic, but he still held on, gritted his teeth and refused to retreat, looking at Taoist Qingfeng with unconvinced eyes.

Qingfeng said, "There's still one tough guy. So, from what you said, you want to compete with me?"

"Yes!" Chang Long nodded and challenged, "Do you dare?"

Qingfeng didn't know how many years it had been since he heard anyone say these three words to him.

He turned his head to look at the people on both sides. They were all silent, and their respect for him was self-evident.

He looked away in boredom, "You're not as brave as he is."

He always admires brave people.

"Tell me, what do you want to compare?"

"Drawing talismans!" Chang Long said. He was the best at drawing talismans.

Qingfeng nodded casually, "You can draw it. It's up to you to decide what kind of symbol you want to draw."

"Okay, then we'll draw teleportation symbols. Whoever's symbol has the longest distance wins."

Qingfeng: "You only paint this kind?"

Chang Long nodded: "Yes, there is only one way, one round will decide the outcome."

Qingfeng: "Okay."

Elder Qi and the others wanted to persuade them, but Chu Jiaojiao stopped them. She had moved a chair and sat down, crossing her legs and eating melon seeds. Her eyes sparkled as she said, "It's okay. Let them compete. It's so much fun."

No, why would she not even miss out on the fun of her own master?

They have never seen such a heartless person!

They wanted to say something but stopped themselves when Qingfeng said nothing. So they swallowed their words.

Seeing Qingfeng actually took out a piece of yellow paper and wanted to draw a talisman on it, Chang Long felt a little disdainful.

It's all because of his ability. Look, it's just because he's old.

He has seen many such people.

With a light snort, he cut his finger, used the blood to make cinnabar, and started painting directly with spiritual energy.

His master looked at him, sighed and shook his head.

His disciple is indeed very talented in drawing talismans.

But what he didn't know was that the reason why Taoist Qingfeng used yellow paper was not because he could only use talisman paper, but because he wanted to.

Generally speaking, yellow paper is just a piece of paper after all, and the spiritual power it can withstand is limited. Moreover, it is less difficult than drawing talismans directly with spiritual energy.

But this is only generally speaking.

Except the breeze.

After all, he didn't want to go abroad directly with just a talisman, it would be very tiring.

Use paper to press the strength.

enough.

The two of them finished the drawing quickly and brought a special rangefinder.

"Who goes first?" Chang Long asked.

"You first." Qingfeng said casually.

"Row."

After he finished speaking, Chang Long put on the talisman and returned in the blink of an eye. The rangefinder showed one thousand meters.

This is already great.

After all, it only took five seconds, and it was a round trip. If this thing could be used in the Olympics, he would definitely be the champion.

He raised his chin, a little arrogantly, "It's your turn."

Qingfeng yawned and turned to look at Chu Jiaojiao, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

Chu Jiaojiao nodded repeatedly, slurping her saliva and saying, "Master, I want to eat Goubuli buns, and I want the authentic ones that are fresh out of the pot."

"Okay." Qingfeng nodded casually.

Chang Long rolled his eyes. He didn't believe it. He just pretended. The authentic ones had to go to the next city. How could he possibly go so far?

The next second, Taoist Qingfeng stood up and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Time passed by minute by minute, and a minute had passed, and he still hadn't come back. Chang Long curled his lips and said, "Could it be that he felt ashamed and didn't dare to come back?"

"Shut up." His master rolled his eyes and cursed.

It was because I spoiled him too much in the past that he became so lawless. He even dared to disrespect Taoist Qingfeng. He was simply courting death.

Chang Long was not convinced, but he still respected his master and did not talk back.

He felt that his master was the most powerful person in the Xuanmen, and that Taoist Qingfeng was just relying on his age to gain fame and reputation.

Just as he was thinking about it, Qingfeng appeared, holding a steaming steamer in his hand. He placed it in front of Chu Jiaojiao and casually threw the rangefinder to Chang Long.

Chu Jiaojiao's eyes lit up and she immediately picked it up and started eating.

After taking a bite, her face fell, "It's not tasty."

It’s not bad, but not as delicious as I imagined.

Qingfeng said, "It's just a bun, how delicious can it be?"

Isn't that famous?

Chu Jiaojiao pouted and said eagerly, "Master, I want to eat shrimp dumplings."

Qingfeng glanced at her, smiled, and then said, "Go by yourself."

As he is a runner.

She was the only one in the world who dared to order him around.

As the master and disciple were talking, Chang Long stared at the numbers on the rangefinder, his eyes wide in disbelief. "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

145 kilometers, that's meters, just using a piece of paper, how is this possible!

Qingfeng raised his eyelids and asked, "Do you think I cheated?"

Before Chang Long could say anything, his master came over and scolded him for saying something he shouldn't have said. "Do you think that if Taoist Qingfeng really has no ability, so many of us will obey him? Those words of yours are humiliating Taoist Qingfeng, and they are also humiliating us!"

Xuanmen has always judged by ability. Since when did age become a criterion for judgment?

Aren't Sheng Jun and the others older? Don't they still listen to him?

He really didn't know what was going on with Chang Long and why he was so sure.

Seeing him so angry, Chang Long shrank his neck, but thinking of the rumors he had heard, he said with some dissatisfaction: "If he is really so capable, then why didn't he participate in the decisive battle a hundred years ago? He is a traitor and a coward!"

"If he really has the ability, but he retreated out of fear, letting his senior brother die, then such a person is no longer worthy of our respect and is unfit to be the number one in Xuanmen!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone gasped.

Chu Jiaojiao paused in her melon seed cracking. She threw the seeds into her pocket and walked up to him, her face darkening. "What gives you the right to say that about my master?"