The Dragon from Hell

Seeing these spirit stones, Du Liangping's face was almost distorted.

Not to mention that the purse was full of second-class spirit stones, which didn't add up to much money.

Even a bag of top-grade spirit stones was nothing to him.

Few people who could enter Mingjian Villa were poor.

What he wanted was for Qin Feng to pay with his blood, and he had to kneel down and kowtow to apologize to him.

What's the point of giving money?

This is simply a humiliation!

Peng Hongfang was furious when he saw this, and looked at Mo Wenyuan angrily: "Mo Wenyuan, what are you doing? Are you humiliating me?"

"Old Peng," Mo Wenyuan said calmly: "How come after so many years, you have become the teaching elder of Mingjian Villa from a little disciple, you are still like this?"

"I remember you were like this before, always saying that others were humiliating you."

"At that time, I just won according to the rules, but you insisted on saying that I humiliated you."

"Now you say that my disciple hurt your disciple, and I also paid money, how can this be considered humiliation?"

When Mo Wenyuan and Peng Hongfang fought, the two of them could not be considered to be sparring, it was completely Mo Wenyuan's one-sided crushing.

In just ten moves, Peng Hongfang was defeated.

At that time, Peng Hongfang's eyes were red, and he believed that Mo Wenyuan was humiliating him in public, and he still holds a grudge.

But if he knew that Mo Wenyuan had let him pass ten moves, he would have been completely broken.

That's right, Peng Hongfang's Taoism was shaken after the battle hundreds of years ago.

Because of this, he, who was originally an ordinary talent, has made little progress in practicing for hundreds of years, and is still just an ordinary teaching elder.

Hearing Mo Wenyuan mention the past, Qin Feng secretly sighed: Master will kill people and destroy their hearts.

Sure enough, at that moment, Peng Hongfang's eyes moved, as if he suddenly recalled everything in the past, and it seemed that his eyes were almost burned dry.

Every word he said came out from between his teeth: "You dare to talk to me about the past?"

"Mo Wenyuan, if it weren't for you, I would never stop here!"

"Stop talking nonsense to me, are you going to protect this ordinary disciple today!"

After he finished speaking, Mo Wenyuan did not respond, but looked at him with strange eyes, making him very uncomfortable: "What do you mean?!"

Mo Wenyuan said indifferently: "Don't you see... I am protecting him now?"

"Puff!"

Gongsun Miao couldn't help but almost laughed at Mo Wenyuan's shocking remarks.

Although he was better off not to hold back.

Donggong Ya and Zhong Jiamu on the side almost twitched at the corners of their mouths, and almost couldn't help but spit out.

Even with Nan Hexuan's concentration, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl.

"Ahem!" Qin Feng coughed dryly, and whispered to Mo Wenyuan's ear: "Master, are we too high-profile? In fact, we don't need to say it directly?"

Gongsun Miao and others beside him: You still have the nerve to say Elder Mo? You are the same! You are worthy of being a disciple!

At this time, the group of people on the opposite side were not only angry at Du Liangping, but even Peng Hongfang was almost fuming, staring at Mo Wenyuan with a beard and glaring: "What did you say!"

Mo Wenyuan was too lazy to talk nonsense: "I said, even if I cover up for him, what can you do?"

Peng Hongfang's face was extremely ugly for a while.

In front of so many disciples, if he didn't take the lead, I'm afraid he would be stabbed in the back when he returned to Mingjian Villa!

"Insolent! Since you can't be fair, then I will seek justice myself!"

After speaking, Peng Hongfang unfurled his long sword, and in an instant, cold light overflowed, and a sword qi flowed, falling and rubbing frost.

"Good sword!"

Seeing the long sword in Peng Hongfang's hand, Fu Liuxia subconsciously commented.

It must be said that Peng Hongfang's strength is not discussed for the time being, but the sword in his hand is indeed worthy of being produced by Mingjian Villa, and the appearance alone is enough to amaze people.

Even Qin Feng could feel the exquisiteness of this sword at a glance.

At the same time, a shadow flashed behind Peng Hongfang, and a figure stood with him, and then merged with his sword.

Here it comes again!

Seeing such a figure again, Qin Feng's eyes showed a little surprise, but looking at the people around him, there was no reaction to it, as if they didn't see it or were used to it.

When the people at Mingjian Villa saw Elder Peng draw his sword, they were immediately excited: "Elder Peng, you must restore the reputation of Mingjian Villa!"

"Haha, a bunch of country bumpkins who have never seen the world. The swords of our Mingjian Villa are the best in the world. Elder Peng is a teaching elder, so the sword in his hand is naturally not an ordinary one!"

"Oh, I'm afraid that the swords of the elders in their Wuxiang Sect may not be able to compare with the swords of an ordinary elder in our Mingjian Villa."

Hearing Fu Liuxia's praise, the disciples of Mingjian Villa held their heads high and were full of pride.

They did have the capital to be proud. The swordsmith of Mingjian Villa was the best in the world, and everyone knew it.

In Mingjian Villa, even a sword in the hands of a sweeping boy could be sold at a sky-high price.

Relying on the sword-making skills, Mingjian Villa's position in the immortal gate is unshakable, and even the four major sects have to give them face.

It is no wonder that even in front of Mo Wenyuan, the senior of the immortal gate, several juniors dared to shout.

Mo Wenyuan glanced at the sword in Peng Hongfang's hand: "Well, it's not the one back then. It's better than the one back then. It can be called a magic weapon."

But before Peng Hongfang could speak harshly, he heard Mo Wenyuan calmly say: "But it's a pity that the sword is a good sword, but the gap between you and me cannot be made up by a sword."

Hearing this, Peng Hongfang's eyes flashed with cold light: "Arrogant! "

"Mo Wenyuan, I heard that your Taoism was broken and you were silent in Wuyou Mountain three hundred years ago. Now three hundred years have passed. I don't believe that your cultivation has not been affected at all. "

"I am here to avenge the grudge of six hundred years ago! "

After saying that, Peng Hongfang swung his sword and rushed straight to Mo Wenyuan's face.

This sword splashed with frost, like snow in March, chilling people to the bone.

Qin Feng's eyes lit up when he saw this move: at least the fourth level of the Nascent Soul Realm, the sword energy was sharp, and with the solid cultivation, this long sword comparable to a divine weapon was like thunder from the sky, a stunning move!

Good sword!

Look at Mo Wenyuan, facing this amazing sword, he always put his hands behind his back and stood there unmoved.

When the cold light came into his eyes, he saw Mo Wenyuan's figure disappear, as if he melted into the air in the blink of an eye, making the amazing sword fall directly!

Without waiting for Peng Hongfang to react, he heard a "dang" sound, and then Peng Hongfang himself was also shaken.

Looking again, Mo Wenyuan was already standing behind Peng Hongfang, and the long sword in Peng Hongfang's hand with a cold light had already broken into two pieces!