The Dragon from Hell

There are more people in this town than Qin Feng imagined. Today, because Li Cang fell into the demon world, people coming and going are very busy.

Zhong Mengran and the other two should have gone to the border of the Extreme Cold Abyss. There was no trace of them in the town.

After a round, he was planning to go back, but he saw An Zisheng and his men coming towards him.

He walked in the middle, with a white fur outside, which did not affect his temperament in such bad weather.

He was still playing with the folding fan in his hand. Just looking at his appearance and temperament, he was as gentle as jade, but he walked in the front, suppressing all the people behind him.

Obviously, each of the seven or eight people following behind him was stained with blood, and a strong man beside him was two meters tall, with strong muscles exposed, and only a gray scarf was hung in such a cold day.

But they walked behind An Zisheng, looking very respectful.

He happened to be walking towards Qin Feng. After seeing Qin Feng, he showed a warm smile and took the initiative to greet him: "Fellow Daoist Qin, what a coincidence?"

"Unfortunately, Mr. An should have known that I would come here a long time ago, right?" Qin Feng did not exchange polite words with him. There was no need for polite words between them. Moreover, An Zisheng had threatened Lin Quansheng's life before to warn him.

If he came for him personally, Qin Feng would not take it to heart, but he did not like others to threaten him with people around him.

So facing An Zisheng, Qin Feng did not even have the intention to be polite.

His tone was cold, and the people around him could hear his hostility towards An Zisheng.

The two-meter-tall strong man frowned: "Mr. An, do you need me to teach this guy a lesson?"

It can be seen that he was very dissatisfied with Qin Feng. If An Zisheng was not there, he would probably take action directly.

Xuan Yue and Zhong Jiamu both saw that the other party was not friendly, and the two subconsciously moved closer to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng stared at An Zisheng expressionlessly. If the other party wanted to fight, he didn't mind taking revenge on Lin Quansheng last time.

"Hey, Ah Si, what are you doing?" An Zisheng still had a gentle smile on his face, and there was some complaint in his tone: "This little Taoist friend is a talent of my Wuxiang Sect. Even if he really fights, you may not be his opponent."

"Not his opponent? Impossible." The dark and strong Ah Si glanced at Qin Feng, but he just made a conclusion with a faint glance: "He is just a mortal bone."

The group of people behind An Zisheng are all casual cultivators, but casual cultivators are casual cultivators, and they have spiritual bones in their bodies. How could they not beat a mortal bone?

But some people also heard the key point in An Zisheng's words: "Is he the mortal bone disciple that Wuxiang Sect accepted some time ago?"

"Yes." An Zisheng nodded with a smile, looked at Qin Feng and said: "Not only that, this little fellow Qin Daoist shined in the Xianmen Conference a few days ago. He is a mortal bone, and he has been in the Xianmen for less than half a year, but he has already reached the Nascent Soul stage..."

"This is impossible!" Ah Si was the first to shake his head. He sneered: "Unless he practices evil methods, otherwise with his mortal bones, let alone the Nascent Soul, he will have to practice for decades even in the Golden Core stage. Even if he takes the path of physical cultivation, he will have to endure twenty years before he can build a foundation."

What Ah Si said was the fastest known physical cultivation time on the Linxian Continent, which was not as good as those casual cultivators.

But whether it is evil cultivation or physical cultivation, it is looked down upon.

Qin Feng didn't have time to play house with them here. He was about to pass by the other party, but a hand stopped him directly: "Stop, Mr. An is still talking to you."

Qin Feng didn't even raise his head and said lightly: "He is your Mr. An, not mine."

Xuan Yue was also unhappy: "Why, we have to stand here and listen to him when he speaks? Who is he?"

A Si frowned and looked at Qin Feng with unfriendly eyes: "If you don't apologize to Mr. An, you can't leave today."

"Oh."

Qin Feng responded, and then continued to leave, ignoring A Si's obstruction.

Seeing that he actually ignored him like this, A Si frowned and immediately planned to take action.

"A Si." An Zisheng didn't know whether he didn't want to see his men get beaten or didn't want to cause trouble at this time, so he stopped him before A Si took action.

"You are still so impulsive." An Zisheng glanced at Ah Si and sighed helplessly: "Daoyou Xiao Qin is right. I am not related to him. He doesn't need to stop and listen to me. Make way."

Although Ah Si's face was still unhappy, he still made way after An Zisheng said so.

Obviously, he was a man with a murderous aura, but he was as obedient as a puppy in front of An Zisheng.

Qin Feng was too lazy to pay attention to An Zisheng's tricks and planned to leave without looking back. An Zisheng'sA voice sounded behind him: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Fellow Daoist Qin, but I think you should know it."

"My mother is also in the North now. She mentioned you to me when she came here two days ago."

"She should be with my grandfather now. I think my grandfather should want to see you in the near future. If you need it, you can come to me."

An Zisheng's grandfather, the head of the Shang family's generation, is a great cultivator in the Transformation Realm.

Before coming, An Jingfu reminded him.

Shang family is now in decline, but a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

Even if a wealthy immortal family is gradually weakening, the energy it possesses is enough to crush Qin Feng to death.

Shang family's old man Shang Daoran is the pillar of Shang family today.

Although he has only reached the second level of Transformation Realm, as long as he is a Transformation Realm, it is not a problem to crush a small Nascent Soul to death.

An Zisheng's meaning is very clear. He is waiting for Qin Feng to ask him for help.

Qin Feng had to choose between the father and son.

"Thank you, Mr. An, for your kindness." Qin Feng left without even looking back.

Watching him leave, a crack finally appeared on An Zisheng's handsome face, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, but it quickly dissipated.

Seeing this, Ah Si took the initiative to speak: "Mr. An, I am just an ordinary person, why did you stop me just now?"

"Ah Si." An Zisheng took his eyes off Qin Feng and smiled faintly: "Don't forget what we came to the North for. Now the battle between immortals and demons is about to break out, and the trace of the demon world's co-lord has not been found. You are my people now, and every move represents my intention. If there is an internal conflict here, how do you think other people in the immortal gate will look at me?"

Ah Si knew that An Zisheng wanted to take this opportunity to make a name for himself and return to the immortal gate with them.

He immediately knew that he had done something wrong: "I'm sorry, Mr. An, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

"No, if you feel sorry for me, be careful in the future. Especially this Qin Feng, be careful if you can..."