The priest is a villain

After He Wu finished telling the news, he stared at Feng Feichi as if he was watching a play, and reminded him very intimately when he saw him standing still: "Such shocking news, why don't you say anything?"

Feng Feichi took a deep breath and let it out slowly: "I don't believe it." Are there any tendons in Chu Tingxuan's head that are mixed together, that he would go crazy because of himself?This is really the funniest joke he has ever heard since his rebirth.

"He's really crazy," He Wu shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity..."

Feng Feichi's ears moved: "What a pity?"

Crane Wu's expression changed sharply, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's a pity that his Liangangjue broke through the bottleneck at the critical moment, and such adversity helped him improve his cultivation."

"Why are you so angry about his promotion?" Feng Feichi heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, but he realized something was wrong when he was only halfway through the question, "How do you know that Chu Tingxuan is practicing Liangang Jue?"

"It's no longer a secret a few days ago." He Wu looked very unhappy, as if his treasure had been robbed, "Now I finally understand why you like him?"

Feng Feichi defended speechlessly: "I didn't see him."

A trace of unwillingness flashed in He Wu's eyes, and he said to himself: "At such a young age, Lian Gang Jue can actually reach the fifth level, he is indeed a genius." Even Chu Feng, the martial arts leader back then, did not have such an achievement .

"What did you say?" Feng Feichi felt as if he had been electrocuted, and stood up with great reaction: "Chu Tingxuan's Liangang Jue has reached the fifth floor?"

He Wu smiled revealingly: "He has advanced martial arts, what are you so excited about?" He also said that he didn't like him, only ghosts would believe him.

Feng Feichi's face was gloomy after being hit, and in an instant, a monstrous anger rushed straight to his forehead. He had the experience of his previous life and practiced day and night, and only then did he practice life and death to the fifth floor. That idiot Chu Tingxuan fumbled for it by himself. Fan, how could it be like him?

Thinking that his martial arts would still be inferior to Chu Tingxuan's in this life, Feng Feichi's face felt worse than eating a fly, he was an asshole!No, absolutely cannot let such a thing happen!

Crane Wu knew why and asked: "Yo, what's the matter? Distressed?"

Feng Feichi, who was still angry, didn't react: "Huh?"

He Wu glanced at him mockingly, and said to himself: "I've thought about it for a long time these days, you don't want power, fame, fortune, and life, so what exactly do you want, I thought for a long time before I came up with the answer. "

Feng Feichi didn't really want to hear what he said next, so he bit the bullet and asked, "What?"

He Wu replied quickly: "Chu Tingxuan."

Feng Feichi: Oh.

"I can give you one thing you want the most. With him, you can protect your good brother." He Wuwan said as if he was in control of everything, "Do you know what it is?"

Feng Feichi reluctantly cooperated: "Say it."

He Wu slowly poured a glass of wine for himself: "As long as you trust me and do things for me in the future, I am willing to pass on to you the most precious treasure of the Demon Cult——Life and Death Demon."

Feng Feichi: "..." To actually teach my demon sect's unique skills to a kid who was abducted from the Wulin League in this way, you are so reckless, does the dead leader know!Are you worthy of him, the former leader who died once?

Crane looked at him with no chance of winning: "How is it?"

Feng Feichi swallowed the blood that was suffocating in his throat: "...Okay." He was annoyed by this person, and he was afraid that the other party would make some trouble, so he just found a step and went down, promising the other party to avoid future troubles.

He Wu saw that he agreed, snorted coldly, his face was dark and stinky: "In that case, please call the leader to listen."

Feng Feichi bowed his head and remained silent, really unable to scream.

Crane Wu presses on step by step: "You call."

Feng Feichi spat in an audible voice: "Your martial arts are so bad, what's my name?"

Crane Wu: "..."

Feng Feichi raised his head and looked at him innocently: "Ah? You heard me."

He Wu stood up, without even giving him a look, he just slammed the door and left.

Time flies like an arrow, and seven years are fleeting.

In the past seven years, Feng Feichi's life and rest have become the most boring person in the Demon Cult. He locked himself in the room and practiced like a madman day and night. He Wu is very responsible as a master. Already proficient, some suggestions are very useful for newcomers.

In the past few years, He Wu liked to tease Feng Feichi with the news of Chu Tingxuan. Later, he would lock himself in the room and practice for several days after hearing the news of Chu Tingxuan. I won't mention it any more.

As for the Devil's Cult, under the meticulous development of Crane Wu over the past few years, although the light is much dimmer than before, the actual development is indeed much faster. Compared with the previous model with a lot of fanfare, Crane Wu prefers to let the Devil's Cult play tricks in the dark and do things in a low-key manner. Thanks to this, the two factions of the Wulin League and the Devil's Cult have lived in peace for a long time.

As far as Feng Feichi was concerned, although he became He Wu's nominal subordinate reluctantly, he had some feelings for the Demon Sect, so he would occasionally help out with some things. gained some status.

For seven whole years, although the Wulin League and the Demon Sect had minor conflicts, they still got along and blended together. It's a pity that the lake will always have ripples if it remains calm for too long. This unbelievable peace was finally broken.

The Tangmen, who were in the martial arts alliance, disappeared without a trace overnight. After a series of investigations, the decent factions aimed their suspicions at the Demon Cult, which had not moved for a long time, and a catastrophe unfolded.

"They fart!" In the main hall of the Devil's Cult, He Wuzheng was furious at his subordinates, "The Devil's Cult is not a human trafficker, and even if the people are gone, it will be counted on us?"

The congregation below were also filled with righteous indignation, and shouted angrily: "Master, those things from the Wulin League are simply deceiving people too much!"

"It's ridiculous!" He Wuqi laughed back, "The stinky shit of the Martial Arts League poured dirty water on my demon's head for no use, trying to make others stink like them."

"Yes!" There was another burst of enthusiasm, "Master, we must not let them go!"

Feng Feichi stood quietly by the side. He Wu has been scolded by the leader for more and more irritable in recent years. Compared with the same period in his previous life, his martial arts are also much worse. The so-called excellent self is all set off by his peers. It was only then that Feichi realized clearly that he was a very good leader of the Demon Cult who had never failed in both educational affairs and martial arts in his previous life.

"Fei Chi." He Wu's voice came from beside his ear.

Feng Feichi looked up: "What?"

Crane asked straightforwardly: "What do you think about this matter?"

Feng Feichi replied simply and clearly: "Check, find out the murderer."

Everyone in the Devil's Cult laughed: "It's easy to say, but that is the territory of the Wulin League, and our hands may not be able to reach in."

"Indeed," He Wu nodded, and looked at him with a pointed question, "That's the territory of the Chu family, how do you think our hands got in there? We don't have any brothers in it."

Feng Feichi answered calmly: "There is always a way."

"Okay," He Wujiang straightened his body, and ordered with great style: "Since you say so, then I will leave this matter to you, find out the real culprit as soon as possible, and give me a hard blow to those famous and decent families." dog face!"

Feng Feichi: "..."

He Wu looked at him: "Why don't you speak?"

Feng Feichi said with a headache: "Okay, I'll go."

He didn't understand which muscle of He Wu was wrong, but he was willing to let him go.Feng Feichi tried to analyze the other party's heart. At present, the Demon Cult had no intention of going to war with the Wulin League. He Wu sent him to the Wulin League to investigate the case. Firstly, he was not weak enough to protect himself, and secondly, the Wulin League had Chu Tingxuan present. , even if he was caught, could he still have a chance?

Thinking of how desperately he practiced martial arts for the past seven years, Feng Feichi smiled. He was looking forward to Chu Tingxuan's current skill, and it would be very interesting if he could compete with him.

He Wu's cold voice rang in his ears: "What? Someone slandered the Devil's Cult, and you're so happy?"

Feng Feichi controlled his expression, trying to put on a trace of anger: "No, I'm very angry."

He Wu was amused by his stiff expression, the laughter was fleeting and then turned cold: "As soon as the case is solved, get the hell out of here."

Feng Feichi quickly agreed: "Okay." As for which sentence this "good" corresponds to, he couldn't say for sure.

Crane Wu: "Hehe."

Three days later, Feng Feichi, who was empty-handed, walked away lightly under He Wu's gloomy gaze.

"Why did the leader send him there?" Someone in the Devil's Cult asked inexplicably.

Although Feng Feichi has indeed done some practical things in the Devil's Cult in the past few years, he is not loyal to He Wu. How can someone who has never even called the word "religious leader" take on this great responsibility?

He Wu didn't answer, but cast a cold glance at him directly: "The head of the sect needs you to speak up?"

The man trembled suddenly: "This subordinate dare not, this subordinate dare not."

Annoyed to drive people away, He Wu swayed slowly to the desk. There was a piece of white rice paper and a brush on the desk. He stood in front of the desk for a long time. It was only when the sun was about to set that he took it slowly. Started to write a letter.

Outside the window, a white carrier pigeon slowly stopped on the window sill. He Wucang took out a small bamboo tube from his arms, rolled up the written letter and put it in the bamboo tube, and tied the bamboo tube to the pigeon's leg.

Seeing the chubby white pigeon flying away from the window happily flapping its wings, Tsurumu's eyes were full of deepness.

The carrier pigeon has been trained and its speed is first-class. In a deserted place, this letter was delivered to the hands of the black face.

"Leader, they are meeting soon." Heimian knelt down devoutly, and presented the letter to the person behind him with both hands.

Chu Feng picked up the letter and slowly opened it: "Which floor is Tingxuan's Liangang Jue?"

The black face replied respectfully: "It's already the eighth floor."

Chu Feng glanced at him: "What about you?"

The black face said: "This subordinate is also the eighth." In the past few years, his Liangang Jue has been unable to improve.

"Great injury and great compassion, the state of being alone, the honor of ten thousand people." Chu Feng sighed, "You are indifferent, and you are lucky to be able to reach the eighth floor."

Black Face: "Yes."

Chu Feng waved his hand and ordered: "Go, go push Ting Xuan again."

Heimian nodded and disappeared in place in an instant.

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Finally, the child is brought up to be able to fall in love (rubbing hands~)