The Dragon from Hell

Working hard by the head.

Qin Feng's face was calm when he said this, as if he was saying something that should be done, but it scared Zhang and a dozen thugs.

A dozen people retreated a little, and no one dared to face Qin Feng.

After all, in their eyes, Qin Feng, as Lin Quansheng's "senior brother", was naturally an immortal in the sect.

And seeing that Qin Feng was carrying a long sword, his temperament was sharp and murderous, which was definitely not something that mortals like them could deal with.

A group of people looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on Zhang.

Zhang was also stunned for a while, but he quickly reacted: "Look at your achievements, what are you afraid of!"

He glanced at Qin Feng. Although he was frightened by Qin Feng's aura for a moment, he quickly reacted: "This immortal is a cultivator on the mountain. If I remember correctly, according to the rules of your immortal sect, you can't easily attack mortals."

"If you don't encounter bullying, murder and robbery, once you use immortal magic to attack mortals, you will be expelled from the sect, right?"

The more Zhang said, the more he smiled, and he was sure that Qin Feng would not kill him, a mortal.

After all, it's not worth it to sacrifice his own future to help Lin Quansheng.

"Oh, immortal, we are just a bunch of ordinary people, powerless! Please don't block the door and scare us, or you will scare us to death!"

Although he said so, anyone could hear the sarcasm and provocation in Zhang's tone.

He bet that Qin Feng would not dare to make a move.

Gusu Li and Hui Ling watched calmly from the side, it was not time for them to make a move yet.

But when he heard what Zhang said, Gusu Li couldn't help shaking his head: This trick might work for other cultivators, but they were unlucky and happened to run into Qin Feng.

"Oh, is that so?" Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and stared at Zhang and asked.

"Yeah, look at your posture, if you don't know, you don't care about the sect rules at all, and you want to kill us mortals." Zhang said with a smile: "You should quickly withdraw your magical powers. We mortals are timid. If you really scare us, you won't be able to explain it at that time..."

This time, before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, as if a huge stone weighing a thousand pounds hit his chest.

A surge of blood rushed up instantly, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

The next moment, he flew directly to the middle of the yard like a kite with a broken string, and knocked down two thugs.

The two thugs fell to the ground with him and wailed. The three of them covered their chests, feeling a breath in their chests, as if they were about to die.

Zhang finally recovered and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

As soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain in his ribs. He knew that one of his ribs was broken without even looking.

His face was covered in blood. He waved away the thugs who were about to come up to help him, and pointed at Qin Feng and cursed: "You, you are a disciple of the Immortal Sect, and you dare to attack a mortal!"

At that moment just now, he really felt that Qin Feng wanted to kill him directly.

If he hadn't helped the Feng family bully men and women for so many years, and had a good physique, he would probably be a corpse now.

Qin Feng also retracted his feet at this time, looking down at him with no expression: "Who told you that I am a member of the Immortal Sect?"

Hearing this, Zhang was stunned: "You, you are not?"

Not to mention him, even Lin Quansheng's parents were stunned and didn't react.

Judging from Qin Feng's aura just now, he is definitely not an ordinary person. Just this head of white hair looks extraordinary.

Therefore, the people present who were unaware almost subconsciously thought that Qin Feng was from the Xianmen sect, after all, his aura was too strong.

However, now Qin Feng said lightly: "Yes, not only am I not a disciple of the Xianmen sect, but I also don't have a spirit bone."

"Just now you also said that the so-called Xianmen rules are aimed at Xianmen disciples, and even more so at awakened people with spirit bones."

"But I am not a disciple of the Xianmen sect, and I don't have a spirit bone. Do you think I care about the sect's rules?"

Gusu Li curled his lips when he heard this.

Yes, perhaps other people present would care about the sect's rules, but Qin Feng, he was outside the rules from the beginning, and only needed to do things according to his likes and dislikes.

It was bad luck for these people to offend Qin Feng.

After all, although Qin Feng always looked at Lin Quansheng with disgust, he was always willing to take him with him, wasn't he?

However, Zhang misunderstood. When he heard that Qin Feng was not actually a disciple of the Immortal Sect and did not even have a spirit bone, his expression suddenly became ferocious: "Well, it turns out that you don't even have a spirit bone. How dare you just nowYou are pretending to be powerful in front of me, and you dare to hurt me when I am not prepared!"

"Then I will teach you today how to behave!"

"What the hell are you doing? Come on! If I don't beat this kid to pieces today, I won't be surnamed Zhang!"

The dozen thugs who were originally afraid of Qin Feng also became energetic and rubbed their hands.

The two leading men were strong and twisted their necks, making a "crackling" sound.

Seeing this, Lin's father and mother were very worried and hurriedly said to Qin Feng: "Son, a good man will not suffer a loss in front of him. You are not their opponent, beg for mercy!"

They also believed that if Qin Feng was not a disciple of the immortal sect and did not have a spiritual bone, he would definitely end up miserably if he was besieged by more than a dozen people.

"Son, I know you are kind, but my husband and I have been through more than two years, and we don't need this. Don't suffer for us! "Mother Lin wiped her tears, and Father Lin even wanted to go up and stop them.

Fortunately, Lin Quansheng caught Father Lin in time: "Dad, don't worry about this matter..."

He looked at Qin Feng silently, and naturally he was not worried.

With Qin Feng's strength, even a dozen outer disciples combined were not his opponents, let alone a dozen ordinary minions.

He didn't know what to say, so he could only look at Qin Feng with gratitude.

But Qin Feng didn't have time to pay attention to him now, but instead set his eyes on the dozen thugs in front of him: "Do you really want to die?"

"Don't talk nonsense with him, hurry up! Bring him back to the Feng family today, I want to see where this wild boy came from, not only swindling, but also daring to go against my Feng family! Kill him! "

Zhang has recovered now, but his ribs are still aching, which makes him hate Qin Feng even more.

The dozen thugs rushed forward and surrounded Qin Feng.

Qin Feng stood alone in the same place, and a black light flew out from behind him.