Evil Master and Disciple

The praises from the monks of Qingyun Mountain were like the surging river, hitting Ye Feng's cheeks one after another.

Say anything.

It's just a bunch of flattery.

This guy has no idea what humility is. He sticks out his old face with a smug look and accepts all the praise and flattery.

It seemed that at this moment, he really became the strongest man in the world.

Amidst a tide of flattery, everyone arrived at Xiaoyao Peak, where the Xiaoyao Sword Sect was located.

Most of the fighting last night took place in the martial arts square on the mountainside.

The buildings on Xiaoyao Peak were not affected too much, with only dozens of houses collapsed.

At this moment, many cultivators gathered on Xiaoyao Peak.

There were disciples and independent cultivators from various sects in Qinglong Mountain, as well as righteous disciples from other places like the Yunhai Sect who heard about this.

It is roughly estimated that there are at least two to three thousand monks gathered at Xiaoyao Peak at this moment.

Master Yun Yi is the best at winning people's hearts.

Xiaoyao Sword Sect did not ask for help from Yunhai Sect. Even if Master Yun Yi had already known what happened here through the shadow, he would pretend not to see it.

Once the Xiaoyao Sword Sect sends out a distress signal, the situation will be different.

Qinglong Mountain is not only home to fellow disciples of the righteous path, but most of the sects are also affiliated with the Yunhai Sect.

As the leader of all the factions in Qinglong Mountain, Master Yun Yi naturally has to act like a big boss.

After receiving the call for help from Qinglong Mountain, Master Yun Yi, who had been indifferent to the matter before, immediately appointed Fu Jinghong to lead six hundred sword immortals from the Yunhai Sect to rush over overnight.

Before lunch, they traveled more than two thousand miles and arrived at the Qinglong Mountains.

We gave them both face and money, but the evil cult member ran away.

This is not the fault of Yunhai Sect’s poor protection.

I can only blame you, Xiaoyao Sword Sect, for asking for help too late.

You said you were threatened two days ago and the mountain gate was blocked. Why didn’t you think of asking your brother for help?

Whether Fu Jinghong is in Yunhai Sect or out on field work, he always looks nonchalant.

The long bangs cover half of his handsome face, and the purple clothes match his non-mainstream hairstyle very well.

Hanging around her waist was an icy imperial green jade pendant.

A breeze blew by, blowing his hair and making his cheeks hidden under his bangs vaguely visible.

This kind of outfit with half the face covered seems to have become a new fashion. Recently, many young and rebellious people have begun to imitate Fu Jinghong's hairstyle.

There's nothing I can do about it. He's the young master ranked first on the Tianji List.

Fu Jinghong was sitting in the main hall of Xiaoyao Sword Sect, talking with Liu Shiheng, Tianxing Valley's master Wei Tianlin, and Baolong Temple's master Qinghai Taoist.

Suddenly, a vulgar voice came from outside the door.

"Old Fu!"

Fu Jinghong looked up and saw Ye Feng, whose face was a little pale and body looked a little tired, striding in from outside the door, followed by a group of disciples from the Yunhai Sect.

Among them were the sisters who were rumored to have eloped with Ye Feng.

Fu Jinghong rolled his eyes and said, "Old Ye, you are still in Qinglong Mountain. I was just talking about you with Valley Master Wei."

Ye Feng saw many middle-aged and elderly people sitting in the hall, including a few bald monks.

He restrained his expression and bowed to everyone, saying: "I am Ye Feng, a disciple of Master Yulong of the Yunhai Sect. Nice to meet you, seniors."

Wei Tianlin smiled faintly and said, "Young Master Ye, there's no need to be so polite. I didn't expect we'd meet again so soon. Let me introduce you. This is Master Qing Hai, the abbot of the Baolong Temple on Qinglong Mountain... and this is Master Hu Dong of the Linyuan Immortal Palace..."

Ye Feng and several disciples of the Yunhai Sect who came in later greeted the senior cultivators from the Qinglong Mountains one by one.

After some pleasantries, Fu Jinghong said, "Junior Sister Qin, Junior Brother Hong, how are things going at Zhenglong Temple?"

Qin Chuchu said, "Second Senior Brother, regarding the matter of Zhenglong Temple, you should ask Junior Brother Ye Feng. He was there last night and knows the situation better than us."

"what?"

Fu Jinghong, An Nian, several elite disciples of the Yunhai Sect in Tu Qianchi Hall, and some elders of the Qinglong Mountains were all slightly surprised when they heard this.

An Nian asked, "Ye Feng, were you at Zhenglong Temple last night?"

Ye Feng nodded.

Then he repeated to everyone what he had said in the future tense.

Including the story of how he defeated the Blood Prince Zuo Muqiu with a single sword strike, he told it word for word and exaggerated it ten times.

An Nian said, "Ye Feng, don't talk nonsense in front of so many elders. What about defeating the Blood Prince Zuo Muqiu with one sword? You're so imaginative."

Ye Feng smiled helplessly and said, "Senior Sister An, why do you always disbelieve what I say? I'm tired of explaining. Tianqi, I'm a little tired now. Please tell them what happened last night."

Shen Tianqi was not used to speaking in public, but she knew Ye Feng's current physical condition and that his mental strength had only recovered by 30% to 40%.

Once a person's mental energy is consumed too much, he will become extremely tired.

From the tired look on Ye Feng's face at this moment, it can be seen that this kid will fall into Yun Shuang'er's warm embrace and sleep again at any time.

Then Shen Tianqi told everyone about his experience at Zhenglong Temple last night.

"We left Tianxing Valley and flew into the air, preparing to leave Qinglong Mountain, when we happened to pass by Zhenglong Temple, which was on fire.

When we arrived, the battle there had already ended, and the disciples of Zhenglong Temple had been killed by the five princes of the Demon Cult and the Holy Lady Lingyin.

Xiaofeng fought with Prince Xue, and it was indeed Xiaofeng who won.

When we left, those demonic masters were still there, but we have no idea what happened after that."

Everyone looked at each other.

The focus of everyone's attention has shifted somewhat.

No one was paying attention to the destruction of Zhenglong Temple. Almost everyone was surprised that Ye Feng actually defeated Blood Prince.

In fact, there is no essential difference between monks and ordinary people.

Selfish and greedy at the same time.

The mainstream in the world of cultivation is to stay out of things that do not concern you.

These people don't even care about the life and death of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, a sect with hundreds of people, let alone a small Taoist temple with only dozens of people.

Compared to the life and death of these dozens of people, they were more concerned about how Ye Feng defeated the Blood Prince who had been famous for many years.

However, at this time everyone was guessing in their hearts, and no one asked.

Fu Jinghong saw that Ye Feng was very tired, so he asked An Nian to take Ye Feng and the sisters downstairs to rest.

The Xiaoyao Sword Sect is in dire straits.

So many people died, and the sect was almost destroyed. Not only did they have to provide food, drink and accommodation for these righteous fellow disciples who came to watch the fun.

Ye Feng was just about to go to sleep, so he bowed to everyone in the hall and left.

As soon as they reached the door, they saw the flat-chested girl Nangong Yan, with a fierce look on her pretty face, walking towards them like a tigress.