The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng's words were so powerful that no one could answer for a long time, including Elder Tianyi.

Sang Cancan gritted her teeth and tried to refute, but found that she was powerless to refute.

Qin Feng did not deny whether she had practiced in advance, but used Sang Cancan's words to block her, which made her look very ugly for a while.

Seeing that no one was talking, Qin Feng took the initiative to bow to Elder Tianyi: "However, my attack just now was indeed a bit heavy, which violated the elder's purpose of asking disciples to stop at a certain point. If the elder is unhappy, you can punish me."

Originally, Elder Tianyi's face was so gloomy that water could drip out, but Qin Feng's initiative to give in gave him a way out.

"Forget it, considering that this is your first time to practice in the immortal sect, and Qin Yu only has some superficial injuries, let's forget about it this time."

Elder Tianyi's face was straightened, and he waved his hand: "But don't do this next time."

"Thank you, elder."

Qin Feng smiled, turned around and returned to his seat.

Elder Tianyi saw that the time was almost up, so he simply asked someone to send Qin Yu down first, and then announced that today's class was over, and asked the disciples to go back and practice today's magic well, and wait for him to check it next time.

A farce ended temporarily, and everyone dispersed, but they were all talking about what happened just now.

Feng Xing stood up expressionlessly, and when he left, he glanced at Qin Feng and clenched his fists.

Qin Feng also saw him and chose to ignore it automatically.

Sang Cancan, who was beside Feng Xing, was about to bite her teeth to pieces. Seeing Qin Feng chatting and laughing with Gongsun Miao beside him, she was so angry that her pretty face turned pale: "Just wait, I won't let you off so easily next time!"

Qin Feng smiled and simply bowed to Sang Cancan: "Then I thank you in advance. Remember to think of me next time you have such a show-off."

"You!"

Sang Cancan gritted her teeth and wanted to come up and argue with Qin Feng again.

"Let's go."

However, this time Feng Xing did not choose to watch coldly. Instead, he called Sang Cancan and walked away with a pale face.

Since he had left, Sang Cancan did not stay to make herself unhappy. She glared at Qin Feng fiercely and followed him.

Seeing them leave, Gongsun Miao sneered: "The people of Fengling Mountain are really conceited. This Sang Cancan seems to have taken the wrong medicine. Why does she always target you, Old Qin?"

Qin Feng stood up and prepared to return to Wuyou Mountain. He walked out slowly. He didn't show any expression when he heard Gongsun Miao's words: "Maybe some people are born to dislike each other."

He didn't understand. He and Sang Cancan didn't have any deep hatred, but the other party just wouldn't let him go.

But he didn't care why Sang Cancan targeted him. As long as the other party didn't touch his bottom line, he was too lazy to bother with her.

"But should I say it or not? I see Feng Xing's face, and the recent rumors seem to be true." Gongsun Miao looked at Feng Xing's back not far away, and there was a hint of gossip in his tone: "It seems that this senior brother of Fengling Mountain has been unstable recently. Didn't you see Feng Xing's face? He looked like he was seriously ill."

Qin Feng also noticed this, especially when Feng Xing used his spiritual power to perform the heavy breaking slash today, he felt that the most proud disciple of Fengling Mountain seemed to be a little uneasy, and his spiritual power seemed a little frivolous.

But this was not something he should care about, and he soon forgot about it.

But Gongsun Miao and Donggong Ya next to him were still complaining for him, saying that if Qin Feng's performance was placed on other disciples, let alone rewards, I'm afraid that Elder Tianyi would accept him as a closed disciple on the spot.

But just because Qin Feng didn't have spiritual bones, he ended up with a fate that was not punished. It was really unfair.

Qin Feng didn't even want to comment on this. He didn't come to class for any reward.

An Jingfu arranged him in Wuyou Mountain to deliberately marginalize him and make him an insignificant disciple in the sect, just like those little medicine boys who grew up in the sect. Although he stayed in Wuxiang Sect, he was never paid attention to.

Perhaps he wanted to use this method to force Qin Feng to leave, but he didn't expect that the environment he provided was just right for Qin Feng.

Wuyou Mountain is remote and basically no one goes there. Qin Feng's cultivation just happened to be hidden from others, so Wuyou Mountain is a good place for him.

Ignoring Gongsun Miao and the others' injustice, Qin Feng said goodbye to them and returned to Wuyou Mountain first.

After the sect's major event was over, all the disciples returned to their daily cultivation, and Lin Quansheng was no exception. So he only contacted Qin Feng in the Baijing Mirror for the past two days, but he didn't have time to come.

Qin Feng was left alone and stayed in Wuyou Mountain with peace of mindPractice.

But unfortunately, Zhong Mengran seemed to be very busy these two days, so he had no chance to find her to ask why she looked at him that way.

After returning to Wuyou Mountain, Qin Feng first watered the spiritual plants in the yard. These spiritual plants were planted by Lin Quansheng. Although Qin Feng was no longer short of money, the yard was bare and ugly, so he took the initiative to plant some spiritual plants with fresh smells for Qin Feng, which added some color to the yard.

After watering, Qin Feng found that Jiao Xia was not at home. It was estimated that she had slipped out to play again.

Qin Feng didn't think much about it. He was planning to take advantage of this time to review the heavy breaking slash, and suddenly heard the sound of the flute again.

At that time, Qin Feng was about to push the door to enter the house, but when the sound came, his hand that was about to touch the door suddenly stopped.

No!

He turned his head suddenly, staring at the bamboo sea in front of him, and was stunned for a moment.

Today's music is different from the past. After several days of silence, it was replayed, and the melody was mixed with a strong sense of killing.

From the beginning of the music, Qin Feng saw the bamboo sea opposite the bamboo building trembling constantly, and pieces of green waves were pushed away, as if there were flashes of swords and shadows in it, full of murderous aura.

Although the music on weekdays also has a murderous aura, it is not as strong as today.

Today, even if Qin Feng was standing in the yard, he could still feel the murderous intent in the melody pressing against his face, as if it was about to rush towards him at any time.

But this is not the point.

"Today, it's the sound of the flute!"

Qin Feng's pupils opened slightly, and his pupils were already shaking slightly in his eye sockets.

If the previous flute sound only made him feel that the melody was somewhat familiar, then today's flute sound made him recall some scenes unexpectedly-Long Daoling was like this before, playing the long flute from the river surface, and the sound of the flute alone shattered countless pieces of tempered glass.

The murderous intent in the sound of the flute was more than just familiar!