The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng had realized something when he landed, and he looked up at the highest viewing seat.

At this time, the fog that blocked the viewing seat at the highest point had been removed, and the faces of the four great sect masters were clearly visible.

An Jingfu had just stopped, and the light of the ring just dissipated.

It is obvious that it was An Jingfu who took action to remove the ring, which allowed them all to come out.

It makes sense. Feng Xing is An Jingfu's disciple after all. How could he bear to let his beloved disciple be killed like this?

But Qin Feng didn't think about killing Feng Xing, they thought too much.

He glanced at the remaining bloodstains and curled his lips: "It's meaningless."

After that, he waved his hand and turned around to leave.

During the time when the ring was opened to send them out, the entire Xianmen Conference was dead silent. No one spoke, and their faces were as pale as tombstones.

Although it was only a moment, An Jingfu had broken the ring and sent the people out, but anyone present who was not blind would have seen Qin Feng's move just now.

However, in just a short moment, the pressure of the Nascent Soul Stage came over them.

For the disciples who were at most at the early stage of the Golden Core Stage, the pressure was so strong that it made their scalps numb even across the ring.

Zhuo Chengan stood up almost instantly, and his subconscious thoughts blurted out: "Impossible!"

His face was tense, veins on his forehead bulged, and bloodshot eyes were covered with blood. He was even more excited than when he lost to Feng Xing yesterday.

Losing to Feng Xing was originally within his expectations.

But Feng Xing losing to Qin Feng was something he had never thought of.

The disciples of Mingjian Villa on the side looked at each other in bewilderment. They had clearly run to Qin Feng's yard to provoke him a few days ago.

If Qin Feng had taken action at that time, then they...

Except for Mingjian Villa, the disciples of other sects were not much better.

The person who was ridiculed and mocked by them a few days ago, showed the cultivation of the Nascent Soul stage today.

This made them think of how they were eager to draw Qin Feng as their opponent a few days ago, and now they all broke out in cold sweats - if Qin Feng's opponent was really them, would they end up like Wang Heng?

"This, how is this possible..."

When all the people from Fengling Mountain rushed up to support Feng Xing, Sang Cancan stood there stupidly without moving.

A pair of eyes stared at Qin Feng without blinking, full of horror.

At this time, Feng Xing's forehead was left with a string of vermilion, which was the injury from Qin Feng's sword energy just now.

If An Jingfu opened the ring a little later, Feng Xing might have died now.

And the high-spirited Wuxiang Sect Tianjiao was defeated again in this Xianmen Conference, and the loss could not be more miserable.

His eyes were dull, and the hand holding the worry-free sword was trembling slightly.

The disciples of Fengling Mountain went up, but he didn't notice it at all. He just stared at an unknown place in a daze, muttering: "Impossible... This is impossible... How could he be a Yuanying?"

Seeing that his proud senior brother now showed this expression, Sang Cancan's nails were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood.

The hatred was stronger, and the murderous intention was heavier.

Qin Feng didn't care about the various voices and eyes around him, and turned away.

From the moment he stepped out of the venue, he knew that there were many eyes following him behind him. Among these eyes, how many were waiting to kill him?

But he didn't care, today was his first step into the immortal gate.

As An Jingfu said, their goals were different, but they did the same things.

From today on, the immortal gate will change the world.

After returning to Wuyou Mountain, Qin Feng ignored the disturbances outside and went directly to the back mountain.

As soon as he stepped into the door of Mo Wenyuan's house, he heard Mo Wenyuan's indifferent voice: "You are good, kid. I asked you to bring me a champion, but you caused me so much trouble."

Qin Feng paused, then smiled: "Master is well-informed. You knew it just after I came out of the ring."

Mo Wenyuan sat in front of the small table. The tea set was already on the table, and even the tea had been poured. It seemed that he knew he would come.

"Humph, you dare to make trouble, why did you come back?" Mo Wenyuan snorted coldly, sounding very unhappy.

But Qin Feng was thick-skinned. He walked to Mo Wenyuan and sat down, grinning, "There are so many people here, and there are several great practitioners in the Spiritualization Realm. I am a timid disciple. If I don't run back to seek your protection, I'm afraid I will be torn to pieces on the spot."

He is a mortal, but he was able to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage at the age of twenty by physical cultivation alone, and now he can still walk out of the venue alive.He ran fast.

Let alone the others present, the ones in the highest seats were enough to give him a hard time.

Although he only showed his strength for a moment, it was enough to make people jealous.

Mo Wenyuan rolled his eyes unhappily: "I think you are quite courageous!"

"With your current strength, it is no problem to beat Feng Xing, and you don't need to show your true strength at all."

"Don't think I don't know what you want to do, don't you just want to disturb the unrest of the Immortal Gate?"

Mo Wenyuan mercilessly exposed Qin Feng's thoughts.

That's right, in fact, Qin Feng didn't need to show all his strength to kill with one blow, but he did it anyway.

Knowing that as a mortal bone, after showing such strength, he would inevitably become the most watched existence in the Immortal Gate, and the Immortal Gate would set off a new wave because of him.

But he still did it.

His goal was to let the Immortal Sect see that even though he was a mortal, he could still surpass those geniuses with spiritual bones.

Although it was not enough now, this Immortal Sect Conference was his best chance.

After today, he would tell the entire Linxian Continent that even a mortal could cultivate immortality.

This goal was also what Qin Feng had told Mo Wenyuan at the beginning.

So although Mo Wenyuan was angry, he was not really angry, otherwise he would not have prepared tea for him.

"Okay, you can rest assured about this matter. Since you can still come back to me alive, your life is now saved." Mo Wenyuan sighed, and seeing Qin Feng's calm look, he was deflated all of a sudden.

"But although you did it for yourself this time, you were also used as a gun by others. Your days in the Immortal Sect will definitely not be peaceful in the future."

"Is it An Jingfu?" Qin Feng put away his smile and looked serious.

"There is more than just one An Jingfu..." Mo Wenyuan sighed: "The Immortal Sect has been peaceful for so many years, do you think there is only one An Jingfu lurking in the dark?"