World Wide Martial Art

As I was approaching the door, an arrogant and frivolous voice suddenly came to my ears, "Hey, you two boys, why don't you come here quickly?"

The speaker was leaning against the gate of the palace building, a young warrior in his twenties wearing a green robe. Situ Reading 520 official website

This person had slanted eyebrows and cold eyes, and his voice was cold, even with a deep contempt.

Naturally, the two young warriors had seen it a long time ago. They were originally going to come over to inquire. It was a little strange to hear the other party say this.

Pang Lin said: "It seems that everyone knows that we will report today."

Ye Feng nodded, wondering why this guy was so rude? Is this what the old disciples mean by giving the new disciples a warning?

If you try to do it yourself, that would be a mistake.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng couldn't help but raise his head and look at the young warrior in green clothes.

The young warrior glared and said angrily: "What are you looking at? Senior Brother He Fei has been summoned, and other disciples from the inner and outer sects of Wushuang Peak have arrived early. You two are lame, why are you here so late?"

Pang Lin touched his forehead and said, "Sorry, sorry, I just came from the main peak. I didn't know that my senior brother had summoned me."

The young warrior cursed in displeasure: "Get out of here, you're a waste of time, you're a waste of Brother He Fei's time."

Ye Feng's eyes flashed for a moment. The young warrior was startled by his sudden surge of momentum. He couldn't help but tremble in his heart. Before he could speak, Ye Feng and Pang Lin had already passed by him and entered the hall. .

The interior space of this building is huge. The hall in the middle is hundreds of feet in diameter. The four walls are lit with giant butter lamps, but it is so vast that the four sides of the hall still look very dark.

There weren't many people inside either.

There were more than ten people gathered in the center, wearing uniform clothes. Sitting on a big nanmu chair near the center was a warrior in green shirt, about thirty or forty years old, with a sharp aura, and his cultivation had reached the virtual realm.

This person should undoubtedly be the senior brother He Fei mentioned by the young warrior.

This man was sitting upright with a carefree expression, with a cold expression. Next to him stood two young men wearing the same clothes as the warriors at the door. Seeing Ye Feng and the others coming in, one of them frowned and motioned for them to stand at the back of the crowd. .

The ten or so people standing were much more sluggish than the three in front.

All of them looked listless. These people's cultivations were all at the eighth or ninth level, and there were even one or two and a half virtual warriors. But they all shrank their heads. It seemed that He Fei on the seat had supreme authority and oppressed them. Not even daring to take a breath.

"Everyone is here?"

He Fei asked lazily.

"Except for Senior Brother, everyone else is here." A semi-virtual warrior in his forties with a mature face in the crowd turned around and counted the number of people before answering.

Seeing Ye Feng and Pang Lin, two strangers, he didn't feel anything strange.

"Do you know why I'm here?" He Fei said.

"I wonder if Senior Brother He came to Wushuang Peak tonight for something important?" the experienced warrior asked softly.

"You know what you are asking... Li Yingfa, if you continue to act crazy and stupid in front of me, He cannot guarantee that Senior Brother Long's anger will not be vented on ordinary disciples like you next time." He Fei raised his chin and looked at him from the corners of his eyes. , with a look of pride on his face.

Especially when he said the three words "Senior Brother Long", Ye Feng obviously saw the bodies of the group of people in front of him shake.

Moreover, Ye Feng became more and more confused as he listened. Things seemed to be a little different from what he expected.

This group of people gathered here not to give themselves a blow.

So what are they doing?

"Who is he?" Ye Feng asked quietly as he poked the back of the person in front of him quietly with his finger.

"You don't know Senior Brother He Fei? You...and you...are not from Canglong Peak?" The man turned around and saw a young man with an honest face. He looked at Ye Feng and Pang Lin with a very strange expression on his face.

"Canglong Peak? Isn't this Wushuang Peak?" Ye Feng became even more strange.

"Brother Ye, are we going the wrong way?" Pang Lin also muttered.

"No, no, no...this is Wushuang Peak, but this senior brother He Fei and the people around him are from Canglong Peak. By the way, who are you?" asked the honest-looking young disciple.

"We are new disciples who have entered the sect, and we have come to Wushuang Peak to report..."

The honest young disciple was obviously taken aback, and then he put on a bitter smile on his face and said: "A few days ago, I heard that two fools chose to join our Wushuang Peak during the initiation ceremony. It turns out that it was you two. Bit..."

Two big fools...

Ye Feng had a black line on his head and cupped his hands and said: "If I'm not mistaken, we are two fools. What is this senior brother's name?"

"I don't dare to take it seriously. My name is Wu Liyan..." The honest disciple scratched his head and was about to return the favor. However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a young man in Tsing Yi above him with a slap in the face: "Wu Liyan, Senior Brother He Fei is talking, you guys are chattering, don’t you want to live? "

Wu Liyan suddenly shrank his neck and did not dare to say more.

A flash of anger flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. Although he felt that he had just joined Wushuang Peak and it was not appropriate to cause trouble before he understood the cause and effect of the matter, these people in Tsing Yi should be Canglong Peak disciples, but they summoned all the people from Wushuang Peak. Just like your own servants, scolding, cursing, and dominating?

What is tolerable is unbearable.

"Who are you? Why are you interrupting when our disciples are talking?" Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a cold look and he sneered.

"What?"

"Someone dares to contradict us. When did Wushuang Peak gain two more thorns?"

"Senior Brother He Fei, it seems that we are usually too kind to these rubbish, which makes them bolder. Now they have learned to talk back."

"We must teach them the rules... let them know their identity clearly... people with Wushuang Peak should be inherently inferior to others..."

The three men in Tsing Yi spoke very arrogantly. They looked at each other and then smiled ferociously, then surrounded Ye Feng step by step.

A sharp look flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. He finally saw that the Wushuang Peak disciples were all a bunch of idiots. Under the pressure and bullying of the four Canglong Peak disciples, no one had the courage to stand up and say a word.

"People from Wushuang Peak should be born inferior to others? Ha, haha..." Ye Feng burst into laughter, and a breath of suffocation was released along with the laughter.

From the moment he set foot on the building at the top of Wushuang Peak, Ye Feng felt full of frustration. Especially after entering this hall, what he saw was really shocking.

The dozen or so people present at Wushuang Peak, which should be almost all the disciples at the top of the peak, were humiliated and scolded by four Canglong Peak disciples at will. They even said such words as "People from Wushuang Peak should be born inferior to others" in public. .