The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng felt a strong wind coming from behind him, and the spiritual power surged. Lin Quansheng was so scared that he screamed "Wow" and hid behind Qin Feng.

Qin Feng's eyes turned cold. He was about to use his spiritual power and consider whether to fight directly with spiritual power. After all, this man in black clothes was indeed stronger than the previous Feng Bang.

But Qin Feng still didn't feel any pressure on him.

If he defeated him directly with the power of mortal martial arts, would there be another person in Wuxiang Sect who doubted his life?

Just as Qin Feng was thinking, a figure floated over.

——Dang!

I saw a figure in white clothes leaping down from the city gate and stepped on the tip of the heavy sword of the man in black clothes.

The man in black clothes subconsciously raised his head and saw a look of indifference.

Qin Feng also looked back at this time and saw a white figure standing on the heavy sword.

She seemed to be wearing a skein, which shone brightly in the sun, but also looked pure white.

Her long hair was tied up with a simple white cloth belt. It seemed that because it fell from the sky, it was slightly scattered, but it did not affect her beauty.

The long hair that almost reached her ankles was floating in the air, looking like a freeze-frame picture in a TV series.

Although he could not see the woman's face, Qin Feng could feel that the person in front of him must be a beauty.

And very strong.

The woman was holding a long sword with a green scabbard. There was no fancy decoration on it, but the scabbard itself was made into a bamboo joint.

Qin Feng looked at it from this angle and could see the vague shadow of the long sword inside through the green scabbard.

At just one glance, he could see that this sword was definitely of extraordinary origin, even not inferior to Sang Cancan's sword.

With just one step, the black-clothed man's hand holding the heavy sword sank slightly, and the expression on his face also sank.

He took a deep look at the woman in front of him, and then he freed one hand and slashed at the woman's feet.

Spiritual power poured into the woman with the palm wind. The woman was not in a hurry, and she lightly stepped on the heavy sword. She stepped down directly from the heavy sword.

She did not draw her sword in the moment after landing, but kept her legs apart to stabilize her body, and then took a palm with her right hand that was not holding the sword in the direction of the black-clothed man.

——Bang!

The palm power of the two did not intertwine, but the spiritual power of the two had collided with each other, making a loud noise.

Just after this palm, the ground around the two people sank to a certain extent, and the sky was filled with dust.

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly: This woman is not bad, at least on par with the black-clothed man.

Although Qin Feng has not yet started to formally learn the magic of Wuxiang Sect, he can see that the way the woman operates spiritual power comes from Wuxiang Sect.

At this time, Lin Quansheng had already started to shout excitedly: "Senior Sister Huiling!"

It seems that they know each other.

The woman in white standing not far away saw that the man in black was actually stopped by Huiling, and she stamped her feet in anger, drew her sword and prepared to rush up.

At this time, a cold voice sounded from the city gate: "Are you going to kill your fellow disciples in front of my disciples of Fengling Mountain?"

Lin Quansheng looked up and became even more excited: "Senior Brother Gusu!"

Another white figure fell from the sky, and the oppression on his body was no less than that of the man in black.

The man carried a long sword on his back and a folding fan in his hand. He was dressed simply but elegantly, and walked the same route as Feng.

He was powerful and handsome, like a banished immortal.

But unlike Feng Xing's indifference, although the man was cold, there was a hint of anger on his face, instead of having basically no other expression except expressionless.

When Lin Quansheng saw him coming, he breathed a sigh of relief and almost sat on the ground.

"It's okay, it's okay, they are here."

He was afraid that Qin Feng didn't know, so he hurriedly introduced him: "These two were the senior disciples of Fengling Mountain before, and they only came out of the mountain two years ago. When I was here before, they took good care of me!"

Qin Feng glanced at him, and then looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman standing together in front.

The two people didn't even look at them since they appeared, and even when they heard Lin Quansheng calling their names, they didn't react at all. There was a flash of disgust on the man's face.

Qin Feng laughed: "Are you sure they really take care of you?"

Lin Quansheng is still an outer disciple of Xia Sanshan. Although Xia Sanshan is not good at fighting, as long as you can get a grade, you are still respected. Xia Sanshan still has many admirable and respectful elders and disciples.

But with Lin Quansheng's current ability, obviously he is not one of them.

Thinking of the few words Zhong Mengran said before, he was definitely quite moved. Qin Feng doubted whether the "care" he said was true or false.

Sure enough, Lin Quansheng scratched his head embarrassedly when he heard it: "Well... Actually, when we just entered the sect, we met the two of them on the way down the mountain. They just gave us some encouragement as new disciples..."

Qin Feng was silent: He knew it.

But now is not the time to pay attention to these.

The conversation between the two of them could be heard by several people in front, but no one cared.

The woman called Hui Ling is not just a killer from behind. Her face is as attractive as her back. She is fairy-like, cold and not dull.

But her facial features are not top-notch when taken out, but they look like a fairy when put together. Any powder on her face will make people feel vulgar.

There was only a small piece of yellow flower in the middle of her forehead, which became a little embellishment on her plain face, but one more would be too much, and one less would be too little.

She raised her chin slightly and looked at the black-clothed man in front of her: "Zhan Ming, what do you want to do in Wangya Mountain? Don't forget that in Mingcang City, in addition to the disciples of other sects, our disciples of Wuxiang Sect have not died out. Or do you not take our disciples of Fengling Mountain seriously at all?"

The man called Zhan Ming glanced at Lin Quansheng and his friends, and scared Lin Quansheng at a glance.

Lin Quansheng shrank his head and muttered: "It's the disciple of the first sect of the Nine Sects, the Zhan family! No wonder they dare to be so arrogant, anyway, someone will clean up the mess if something goes wrong!"

Zhan Ming's eyes were fixed on Qin Feng at this time. The latter heard Zhan Ming's origins, and raised his head and looked at him directly without any dodge.

One of them looked extremely cold, mixed with murderous intent, while the other looked calm and didn't take his look seriously at all.

This was the third time the two had exchanged glances since they met...