The Dragon from Hell

"Theory?" Liuqin smiled indifferently after hearing this, and didn't even bother to give Gusu Li a glance: "Here, I am the reason. If you want to argue, then I will teach you what is the reason."

After saying this, Liuqin waved her long sleeves and slapped out a palm, directly hitting Gusu Li head-on.

This palm from a distance was so powerful that even though Gusu Li reacted quickly and immediately blocked it with his sword, he was still knocked out more than ten steps.

"Puff!"

A touch of vermilion sprayed out, and blood splashed two feet.

"Ali!" Huiling's eyes condensed, and she immediately stepped forward to check on Gusu Li's condition.

Qin Feng and Zhu Xing also ran up immediately, and after confirming that Gusu Li was fine, they turned to look at Liuqin.

Seeing Gusu Li being beaten to spit blood, the arrogant Nichang showed a bit of nervousness: "Master..."

Before she finished speaking, Liuqin glanced at her lightly, forcing her to hold back her words.

"Madam An," Zhu Xing stood in front of Gusu Li and bowed to Liu Qin: "Madam, you are of noble status, but don't forget that this is within the scope of the sect. Since you are in the sect, you should follow the sect's etiquette. Gusu Li and the other two did nothing wrong. You took action without authorization, which is a bit disregarding the sect's etiquette."

"Hehe, no mistakes?" Liu Qin snorted coldly, her tone full of disdain: "They contradicted me, is there a problem with me teaching them a lesson?"

Zhu Xing frowned. He probably didn't expect that the sect master's wife was so unreasonable.

After Qin Feng confirmed that Gusu Li was fine, he crossed his arms and said coldly: "Brother Zhu Xing, why do you have to waste your breath? Our sect master's wife relies on her status and position, so she is naturally domineering. Even if you talk your mouth off, it's useless. She doesn't take it seriously at all. Even if she gives you a reason to talk, she can just suppress it by force and confuse right and wrong. The so-called sect etiquette is used to restrain the disciples below. What does it have to do with her?"

When he was in Wangjing Mountain, he heard Zhong Mengran talk about the past.

In her past, although Liuqin was angry and closed from the beginning, in fact, anyone who is not a fool can figure out that the tragic experience of Zhong Mengran and her mother is all related to Liuqin.

If he might have doubted Zhong Mengran before he had never met Liuqin, then after several contacts with Liuqin, he had basically dispelled 80% of his doubts.

Because this woman never took the disciples of ordinary bone seriously.

Liuqin raised her eyebrows when she heard Qin Feng's words, and her cold eyes fell on him: "From what you said, it seems that you are dissatisfied with me. What, are you going to disobey my order?"

Qin Feng stared at her expressionlessly and replied: "Disciple dare not. If the disciple is guilty, then the Sect Master's wife will not complain about how to punish the disciple. But if the Sect Master's wife thinks that Senior Sister Huiling and I are guilty of fighting privately in the sect, then is she also guilty? After all, she was the first to start, so should she go to the Ten Thousand Souls Cave with us?"

As he said, he pointed at Nishang.

Hearing this, Nishang's pupils slightly opened, and a hint of anger flashed across her face: "What did you say?"

Liuqin stopped her and glanced at her with his peripheral vision: "Liuqin, pay attention to your identity. What does it look like to speak harshly all the time?"

"Disciple knows my mistake!" Nishang immediately restrained her anger and folded her hands respectfully to admit her mistake.

"Well, that's right." Liu Qin nodded with satisfaction: "Is it necessary to be angry when facing a jumping clown? He is just a humble mortal. When did Wuxiang Sect give him a chance to speak up? Even if you are wrong, I will punish you. Is it his turn to give advice?"

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows. He was not surprised by Liu Qin's reaction.

This woman was used to being domineering, so of course she would not take his words seriously.

He turned his head and glanced at Jiao Xia not far away. With this little goddess around, he didn't care whether Liu Qin would attack them. But if there was a conflict here, wouldn't the clues he just got be in vain?

"If they can't give advice, how about I give some advice?"

Just when Qin Feng was thinking about whether to send a letter to Zhong Mengran first and ask her to bring An Jingfu over, a majestic voice sounded out of thin air.

Nishang and several other female disciples were startled and looked around subconsciously: "Who is talking!"

The arrogance on Liuqin's face froze for a moment, and she frowned slightly.

She did not respond, and saw a snow-white figure appear in front of everyone out of thin air.

Seeing him, Zhu Xing immediately bowed respectfully: "Master!"

Gusu Li and Huiling were also stunned for a moment, with some doubts on their faces, as if they didn't know the old man in front of them at all.

"Master!" Qin Feng blurted out when he saw the old man appear."Master?" Liu Qin heard the word "Master" and frowned even more tightly: "Mo Wenyuan!"

After struggling for so long, Qin Feng only knew the old man's name now, but it was not important to him. After all, in his eyes, the old man in front of him was Long Daoling. As for what he was called in this world, it did not affect Qin Feng's recognition of him.

Mo Wenyuan turned around, his white hair and beard looked a little messy, but it could not hide the murderous aura on him at all.

As long as he stood there, he was like a blood-stained long sword, releasing a murderous aura at all times.

Even the domineering wife of the clan leader could not help but silently step back half a step when she met Mo Wenyuan's dead eyes.

Nichang was stunned, looking at the old man in white, and said in disbelief: "Could it be... he is the original master of Wuyou Sect, Mo Wenyuan? The madman who suddenly broke into the heart of the demon world alone three hundred years ago? Wasn't he imprisoned in the back of Wuyou Mountain for three hundred years? Why did he run out now! Is the ban in the back of the mountain invalid?"

Being called a "madman" to his face, Mo Wenyuan's face was not the slightest wave, and he glanced at Nichang's face lightly, and said calmly: "I am indeed a madman, but I am deeply Living in the back of Wuyou Mountain, I have never been imprisoned by anyone, let alone imprisoned. There are indeed restrictions in the back of Wuyou Mountain, but it is not to prevent me from coming out, but to prevent people from going in. "

After saying that, he ignored the shock on Nichang's face and cast his eyes on Liuqin: "Liuqin, I didn't expect that three hundred years have passed, and you are still as arrogant as before. Killing someone in my Wuyou Mountain, shouldn't you ask me about it?"

Mo Wenyuan's tone was flat, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Liuqin was even more emotionless.

But the murderous aura emanating from him made the scene fall into silence...