Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Haha, Junior Brother Chen didn't provoke them, but you did provoke me."

Suddenly, a sneer came. Zhang Yifeng felt that it sounded familiar. He turned around and saw Xuanyuan Changqing's figure standing outside the disciples' courtyard.

"Senior Brother Xuanyuan, what do you mean by this?"

Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly and asked Xuanyuan Changqing, his face full of confusion.

"Haha, junior brother is pretending to be like that. If those Qinghai Sect monks hadn't been stopped, I would have let you go!"

Xuanyuan Changqing shouted to Zhang Yifeng with an ashen complexion and looked at Zhang Yifeng with an unkind look.

"The Qinghai Sect monks who ambush us don't have the Spirit-Absorbing Grass in their hands. How do you explain this?"

Xuanyuan Changqing snorted coldly. After returning to the sect, he learned that the monks of the Qinghai Sect who ambushed them in the secret realm had been intercepted.

Although he failed to capture all of these Qinghai Sect monks, he still caught two of them, and Xuanyuan Changqing knew from their mouths that the Yunling Grass was in Zhang Yifeng's hands.

"Junior brother is hiding it quite deeply, but I would like to advise you to hand over the Spirit-accumulating Grass as soon as possible!"

"It would be bad to avoid getting yourself killed."

Xuanyuan Changqing said coldly. When Zhang Yifeng heard this, Xuanyuan Changqing must have known clearly that Yunling Grass was on him.

This spirit-accumulating grass is not of much use to Zhang Yifeng, but Zhang Yifeng cannot hand it over to anyone who comes to ask for it.

Mainly because of Xuanyuan Changqing's performance in the secret realm and his intention to use Zhang Yifeng as cannon fodder, Zhang Yifeng was quite prejudiced.

Now even if Xuanyuan Changqing comes to ask for it, Zhang Yifeng doesn't want to hand over the Yunling Grass to him.

If he hadn't met with Elder Chi yet, Zhang Yifeng might have handed over the Spirit-encrypting Grass in order to take care of everyone.

But now Zhang Yifeng's status in the Yanlong Sect is that he is a disciple of Elder Blazing, and has the same status as Xuanyuan Changqing.

Not to mention that Zhang Yifeng's status in the inner sect at the moment may be higher than Xuanyuan Changqing's, and he will not hand over the Yunling Grass.

"Oh, Senior Brother Xuanyuan, this Spirit-accumulating Grass is indeed in my hand, but why should I give it to you?"

Zhang Yifeng smiled slightly and did not deny the fact that Yunling Grass was in his hands.

Hearing Zhang Yifeng's generous admission, Xuanyuan Changqing's face became even more gloomy.

"Okay, you didn't tell the truth in the secret realm before. Now do you have any support for telling the truth?"

Xuanyuan Changqing asked Zhang Yifeng with squinted eyes, but Zhang Yifeng just looked at him lightly.

"Senior brother, there's no need to ask. It's impossible for me to give you this Yunling Grass. I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

Zhang Yifeng had already broken up with Xuanyuan Changqing, so there was no need to worry about anything anymore, and he said to Xuanyuan Changqing with a cold face.

"Okay, it seems like you really don't want to give me the face of Xuanyuan Changqing!"

Hearing Zhang Yifeng's categorical refusal to hand over the Yunling Grass to him, Xuanyuan Changqing's handsome and elegant face turned ferocious.

Looking at Zhang Yifeng angrily, Xuanyuan Changqing raised his hand to let the thugs following him grab it.

Just when Xuanyuan Changqing was about to give the order to take action, a figure ran quickly from a distance. It was Qi Guang who brought Zhang Yifeng and Nanfeng into Yanlong Sect.

Panting, he ran to the front of the disciples' courtyard and looked nervously at the tense Xuanyuan Changqing and others.

"Xuan, senior brother Xuanyuan, what are you doing?"

Qi Guang swallowed. He had only been out for a few days to recruit disciples. As soon as he came back, he heard that a large number of inner disciples had surrounded his disciple courtyard.

Qi Guang ran over anxiously and saw Xuanyuan Changqing leading people to surround Zhang Yifeng.

Xuanyuan Changqing looked sideways at Qi Guang's trembling questioning voice.

He knew about the relationship between Qi Guang and Zhang Yifeng before he came, and Qi Guang had no memory of Xuanyuan Changqing.

After a brief understanding, I also found out that Qi Guang was just a monk with low qualifications who was living in the inner sect and waiting to die.

How could such a person talk to him? Xuanyuan Changqing withdrew his gaze and winked at the loser next to him.

"Qi Guang, right? This boy of yours named Chen Guang took Brother Xuanyuan's Spirit-accumulating Grass!"

"Now my senior brother asks him to hand over the Yunling Grass. How dare this kid refuse to obey? It's up to you!"

"If this kid hands over the Spirit-encrypting Grass now, my senior brother will be generous enough to spare his life."

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,"The loser next to him saw Xuanyuan Changqing's eyes and understood the meaning. He took a step forward and said coldly.

Qi Guang originally thought it was a trivial matter, but when he heard the words "Yun Ling Cao", his mind froze as if he had been hit hard.

"Yun, Yunling grass?!"

Qi Guang's mouth opened slightly, with a look of disbelief on his face. He was also a monk in the Celestial Immortal Realm, how could he not know what the Spirit-encrypting Grass was.

That was the divine item that he dreamed of. If he had the Spirit-Encrypting Grass in hand, breaking through to the Mysterious Immortal Realm with Qi Guang's qualifications would be as easy as picking something out of a bag.

Qi Guang also knew how precious the Yunling Grass was. When he came to his senses, Qi Guang was already sweating profusely.

"Chen Guang, did you really take Senior Brother Xuanyuan's Spirit-Absorbing Grass?!"

Qi Guang jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, turned around and shouted angrily at Zhang Yifeng.

"Senior Brother Qi, it is true that I have the Yunling Grass in my hand, but I did not get it from Senior Brother Xuanyuan."

Listening to Qi Guang's question, Zhang Yifeng replied calmly.

"Fart! That's what belongs to Senior Brother Xuanyuan, please hand over the Spirit-accumulating Grass to me immediately!"

"Your cultivation level is so low, what's the use of holding the Spirit-Abundant Grass? Return it to Senior Brother Xuanyuan immediately!"

After Qi Guang saw Zhang Yifeng's generous admission, fear flashed in his eyes and he shouted angrily at Zhang Yifeng.

"Senior Brother Qi, although you are very kind to me, it would be too overbearing to ask me to hand over my belongings."

Zhang Yifeng's face suddenly turned cold, and he showed his strong side in front of Qi Guang for the first time.

Seeing Zhang Yifeng's tough attitude, Qi Guang also looked stunned. In his memory, Zhang Yifeng had always been docile.

I only nodded in agreement with what he said and never questioned his decision.

"you!"

Qi Guang was very angry at Zhang Yifeng's words. He stared at Zhang Yifeng, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"That's all, Junior Brother Qi Guang, it seems that this kid doesn't even listen to you now!"

Xuanyuan Changqing looked on with an impatient look on his face and casually said to Qi Guang.

Raising his hand to hook him up, the two inner disciples pulled Qi Guang aside.

"Junior Brother Qi Guang, I advise you to just watch from the side, otherwise you may get angry!"

Chief Xuanyuan said with a cold tone, his frost-like eyes fixed on Qi Guang, causing Qi Guang's steps to freeze in place.

He gritted his teeth and swallowed the words he wanted to say. He didn't want to get burned because of Zhang Yifeng.

Rather than offending Xuanyuan Changqing, sending Zhang Yifeng away is the best choice.