Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Even a monk with a higher level of cultivation than Zhang Yifeng must consider whether his strength is enough before trying to touch him.

The Weapon Sect has two powerful beings who are in the tribulation stage, so how can a small Mahayana monk dare to attack them.

You must know that the Weiwo Sect is famous for protecting shortcomings in Central Continent. If anyone dares to touch their disciples, they really don’t want to live.

Seeing the impatient look on the young man's face, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but chuckle, and then spoke lightly.

"I know more about the Welfare Sect than you do. Okay, tell me who instigated you to do this. Are you afraid of being held accountable by your superiors for doing such a thing that damages the reputation of the Welfare Sect?"

However, when the young man faced Zhang Yifeng's question, he just sneered twice, then raised his head and said arrogantly.

"Why do you care so much? What am I afraid of? There are people above me! Okay, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you. Hurry and get your people to get off the flying boat, otherwise it will be bad if I take action. It’s over!”

The young man was so arrogant that he even used spiritual energy to increase the volume of his voice when he spoke. This was good for him, as his arrogant voice spread throughout the flying boat.

Soon, the monks walked out of the room one by one with unkind expressions. In an instant, a crowd of people stood on the deck of the flying boat, uniformly looking at the young man flying in the air with a forest expression.

The young man also did not expect that there were so many monks in Zhang Yifeng's small flying boat. His face immediately turned pale, and his original arrogance suddenly weakened.

"You, what are you going to do? I am a disciple of the Welfare Sect. Touching me is equivalent to starting a war with the Welfare Sect. You have to think about it!"

Seeing the young man becoming extremely panicked, Zhang Yifeng just smiled slightly, and then raised his hand to signal the monks behind him not to take action.

"There is no need for them to take action against you."

After sneering, Zhang Yifeng's figure suddenly flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this, the young man became confused and couldn't find where Zhang Yifeng was for a while, and a drop of cold sweat slowly dripped down his forehead.

"Behind you."

Suddenly, a faint voice came out, and the young man turned his head and was horrified to find that the bastards following him fell from the air one by one and landed on the deck of the airship.

Obviously, these people were all dealt with by the man behind him. Immediately, the young man's legs went weak, and cold sweat continued to drip from his forehead.

It's not like he has never seen someone pretending to be a tough guy, but after hearing the name Wealthy Sect, everyone was so frightened that they quickly apologized to him.

However, at this time, someone actually dared to take action on the territory of the Were Sect. He had never seen such a tough guy.

Now the young man just wants to give himself a slap in the face. Why is he so bad that he has to provoke such a guy?

It's okay now. It seems that those losers have been dealt with. I'm afraid it will be my turn next.

Zhang Yifeng naturally couldn't be soft on such a sect pest, but it was still useful to keep him alive, so Zhang Yifeng simply kicked him directly onto the deck of the flying boat.

Zhang Yifeng controlled his strength and ensured that this kick would not kill the young man, but even if it didn't cost one life, half a life was still enough.

The young man's face suddenly turned pale after being kicked to the deck by Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng did not touch his life, but he destroyed the young man's cultivation with one kick. The Nascent Soul in his body was exploded by Zhang Yifeng's kick.

Suddenly, this young man could no longer be arrogant for the rest of his life.

Slowly falling from the air, Zhang Yifeng looked condescendingly at the young man slumped on the ground, and Leng began to ask about the current internal situation of the Were Sect.

Of course, Zhang Yifeng focused on the young man's support. At the same time, Zhang Yifeng also knew that there were many new disciples who joined the Wealth Sect.

Before joining the Solo Sect, he pretended to be a good person, but as soon as he joined the Solo Sect, his true nature was exposed, and he often did the same things as young people.

Young people are relatively good, but they only seek wealth but not life. Some even seek not only wealth but life as well. They are simply lawless.

The more Zhang Yifeng listened, the darker his face became. Finally, he clenched his fists. It seemed that the Weiwo Sect needed to be reorganized.

Zhang Yifeng wants everyone in Zhongzhou to know that Weizong is not an easy place to enter, nor is it a place where they can have wild carnivales.

With a cold snort, Zhang Yifeng casually shot out a burst of spiritual energy, knocking the young man unconscious. Then he looked at the tall and tall Solo Sect in the distance, with a slight chill in his eyes.

Originally, Zhang Yifeng was going to be happy when he returned to the Were One Sect, but he didn't expect to encounter such an unlucky thing along the way.

But that's fine, Zhang Yifeng just took this opportunity to completely clean up the Solo Sect and eliminate all the mess.

In order to distinguish the good and evil of his disciples, Zhang Yifeng specially invited Zhishen over.

After hearing Zhang Yifeng's request, Zhishen said that it was no problem and that such things were trivial.

"These are just small things. As long as I teach Dharma, I will naturally be able to distinguish the good and evil of my disciples. Then the disciples who are kind-hearted will naturally show their good looks, while those who are ugly will show their evil looks. It’s not a lot of load for me.”

Zhishen nodded as he spoke. Although the poison was still in his body, as long as it was not a fierce battle, there would be no problem.

Even if he gets into a fight, Zhishen can persist for a long time before he starts to be unable to suppress the poison in his body.

"Then I'd like to thank fellow Daoist Li. This time when I return to the Weiwo Sect, I will definitely remove the dregs in my main sect."

After bowing to Zhishen, Zhang Yifeng looked at the Weise Sect in the distance and snorted coldly.

Within the Soli Sect, Murong Kun, who was practicing in seclusion in a secret room, suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, and an inexplicable feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

Monks who have reached Murong Kun's level are generally immune to all diseases, so there must be a reason for the sudden heart palpitations.

Thinking about it, maybe an old friend has returned, or an enemy has invaded. Murong Kun, who is the deputy leader of the Were Sect, has to show up to take a look.

After making up his mind, Murong Kun silently stopped exercising, then opened the stone door of the secret room and walked out quickly.

As soon as he walked out, a waiting disciple came forward to offer him spiritual fruit tea, but Murong Kun silently raised his hand to reject it.

"Have there been any changes in the sect recently, or have there been any enemies?"