The First Villain In The Wilderness

Time flies like a flash, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

After refining more than 200,000 high-grade spirit stones, Qin Feng finally entered the innate fourth-layer realm in the early morning of a certain day.

"To break through a realm, it actually consumed more than 200,000 High Grade spirit stones. Wouldn't it be tens of millions of spirit stones to condense the primordial spirit?"

Qin Feng, who broke through the bottleneck, was not too happy, but rather depressed.

He knew that the spirit stones given to him by the old blind man and the little fairy doctor were almost exhausted.

If he wanted to continue to practice next, he had to find a way to get spirit stones or other cultivation resources.

"By the way, Brother Ximen told me that I am now the Young Pavilion Master of the Jiange. Every month, I can go to the Treasure Pavilion of the Jiange to select training resources. I just have nothing to do right now, so I can go and have a look."

Thinking of this, Qin Feng got up and left the Heavenly Sword Hall.

"Meet the Young Pavilion Master."

"Meet the Young Pavilion Master."

On the way to Zangbao Pavilion, Qin Feng met many Jiange disciples, and these disciples were respectful to Qin Feng on the surface, they all bowed and greeted Qin Feng in a low voice.

Qin Feng nodded in embarrassment, looking very uncomfortable.

But just before passing by a forest, several figures suddenly flashed and blocked in front of him.

Qin Feng took a closer look, and found that the other party was several Jiange disciples, the leader was a man with red hair, and the aura in his body was extremely tyrannical.

"You are Qin Feng?"

The red-haired man looked at Qin Feng with sharp eyes like a sword.

"Who are you, and why are you blocking the way of my young pavilion master?" Qin Feng asked.

"Ridiculous, do you think you are really qualified to be our future sword pavilion master?" The red-haired man said with a trace of provocation.

"Whether I am qualified or not, you should have the final say!" Qin Feng naturally sensed the other party's hostility, and his eyes became cold.

"Stinky boy, how courageous! This is Senior Brother Yanfeng, the master of swordsmanship!" Behind the red-haired man, a Jiange disciple said with awe-inspiring manner.

Hearing this, Qin Feng's expression changed slightly, he didn't expect that a swordsman would come to trouble him so soon.

It seems that just as Ximen Feixue said, his becoming the young master of the Jiange has already aroused the dissatisfaction of those Jiange geniuses.

"Hehe, in terms of status, I am the Young Pavilion Master of the Jiange, and in terms of status, I am the Direct Disciple of Yan Tianxing, the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion. Not to mention the heir of the sword, even the elders of the Jiange will respectfully call me the Young Pavilion Master when they see me. "

Now that the other party had already approached him, Qin Feng would certainly not give in. He sneered and shot back.

"you……"

The Jiange disciple was furious and was about to speak when a slap hit his face as fast as lightning, and he was sent flying on the spot.

boom!

The Jiange disciple was lying on the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and passed out on the spot.

Seeing this scene, the red-haired man was shocked and angry.

Surprisingly, Qin Feng's attack just now was really too fast, even he didn't realize what happened.

But the one who was angry was that Qin Feng knocked his little brother unconscious in front of everyone, this slap was no different from slapping him in the face!

"Hmph, the majestic Young Master of the Jiange Pavilion dared to beat up his disciples in public. Could it be that he didn't take the clan rules seriously?"

With sharp eyes, Yan Feng put a big hat directly on Qin Feng's head.

"Hey, this young pavilion master is just teaching a guy who has no dignity, that's all, he didn't break the clan rules." Qin Feng had a harmless smile on his face.

"you……"

Yan Feng tightly clenched his fists: "Young Pavilion Master, since he likes to teach others so much, how about teaching Yan a lesson? So that Yan can learn the skills of the Young Pavilion Master."

Qin Feng glanced at Yanfeng: "I've lived for more than 20 years, and this is the first time I've heard of someone having this hobby, but it's a pity that I still have important things to do, so I don't have the time to talk to you." Gossiping, go and play wherever it is cool."

Qin Feng is not a fool, he has to accept challenges from others, and he is too lazy to waste his energy on things of no benefit.

Therefore, after leaving a sentence, he had to leave and head to the Treasure Pavilion.

However, Yan Feng obviously didn't want to let Qin Feng go, he suddenly stretched out a big hand and grabbed Qin Feng's shoulder.

However, Qin Feng had been on guard for a long time, he snorted inwardly, moved quickly, and immediately avoided Yan Feng's grasp.

"My surname is Yan, you dare to take the initiative to touch Ben Shaoge, aren't you afraid of the clan's rules?"

After dodging Yanfeng's blow, Qin Feng looked at Yanfeng with some annoyance.

Originally, he didn't want to cause trouble, so he planned to avoid and leave.

But I didn't expect the other party to push his nose directly to his face.

How can he bear this?

"It's ridiculous, we didn't recognize your position as Young Pavilion Master." Yan Feng said disdainfully.

"Oh? What do you mean, the Jiange Pavilion Master and my Exalted Master Yan Tianxing are not as useful as you? Whoever will be the Jiange Young Pavilion Master needs you to admit it?" Qin Feng asked with a half-smile .

"you……"

Yanfeng's face changed slightly: "Stinky boy, don't talk nonsense here, I don't mean that, I just think that you are not worthy to be the young master of my Jiange."

"I don't deserve it, don't you deserve it?" Qin Feng raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph, I am worthy or not, you can try!"

Yanfeng stood with his hands behind his back, a powerful aura burst out from his body.

Innate Eighth Level Realm!

And it's not just an ordinary innate eightfold.

Qin Feng's eyes flickered twice: "How to try?"

"Simple, as long as you compete with me on the Sword Discourse Arena, if you can pass three moves in my hands, I will admit that you are the young master of Jiange!" Yanfeng said arrogantly.

"Hehe, senior brother Yan, it seems that I don't need you to admit whether I am the young master of the Jiange Pavilion or not." Qin Feng sneered.

"Hmph, don't you dare?" Yan Feng looked provocatively.

"No, you are unworthy!" Qin Feng shook his head, showing a dismissive expression.

"Arrogance!"

Yan Feng, who is one of Jiange's four masters of swordsmanship, had never been humiliated like this before. He was instantly enraged, and a red sword hilt slowly condensed out with a grasp of the void in his palm.

At the same time, a fiery and domineering sword intent swept across.

The temperature of the surrounding space rose sharply, and the towering trees were burned to ashes in an instant.

"What a strong sword intent of fire!"

Seeing this scene, fear flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

This person's kendo artistic conception is much stronger than Yun Feiyang's.

(Happy New Years Day everyone)