"The guys in the Qingshan Sect are really stunned, could it be that Ye Feng thinks that without the Yin Hong Dun Dragon Sword, he can still beat Senior Brother Huasheng?"

"I think he is a dog jumping over the wall in a hurry, trying to die desperately, but it's a pity, I'm afraid he won't even touch the corner of Senior Brother Huasheng's clothes, and he will be stabbed out of 10,000 transparent holes!"

"I don't even look in the mirror to see what I am, I can't even hold my own weapon, and I dare to do it with Senior Brother Huasheng?"

......

The people of the Juding Sect all had sinister smiles on their faces, and in their eyes, Ye Feng was already a dead person.

It can be seen that this Huasheng has a high prestige in the Juding Sect, and everyone doesn't want to miss this opportunity to slap the horse.

Hearing everyone's remarks, Hua Sheng's smile on his face became even stronger, and he said loudly: "This is your own death, then it's no wonder to me, but it's okay, how can a product like you be worthy of a Xuan-level spiritual weapon!"

With that, as soon as he flicked his wrist, the sword shadow in the sky flew towards Ye Feng like a meteor.

Ye Feng was in mid-air, there was no way to avoid it at all, and several Qingshan Sect disciples closed their eyes, as if they didn't want to see the scene of flesh and blood.

However, an unexpected scene appeared, just as the sword shadow was about to pierce Ye Feng's body, it actually stopped, as if someone had used the immobilization technique.

There was a dead silence in the crowd for a while, no one knew what was happening, and after a long while, someone laughed dryly: "Hehe, it's worthy of Senior Brother Huasheng, I can't bear to be a killer at this time, kid from Qingshan Sect, if you still have self-knowledge, just go back quickly." ”

Hearing this, there was also a burst of laughter in the crowd, but Hua Sheng was grim-faced, because at that moment just now, he clearly felt that the connection between himself and the Yin Hong Dun Dragon Sword had been cut off, and no matter how he urged the True Yuan, he couldn't control the Yin Hong Dun Dragon Sword.

Looking at Hua Sheng, who was stunned, Ye Feng couldn't help but pout, and then waved his hand slightly, and the Yin Hong Dun Dragon Sword returned to his hand.

With the sword in hand, Ye Feng was also shocked, and then nodded slightly to the square marks in the crowd.

When the sword was taken away by Hua Sheng just now, he was completely stunned, if it weren't for Fang Zhen's words to remind him, he would have almost forgotten that this Yin Hong Dun Dragon Sword was a spiritual weapon that he had given his life to cultivate.

From childhood to adulthood, Ye Feng will be called a genius wherever he goes, after a long time, his body naturally has a little arrogance, and now he has been humiliated by Huasheng repeatedly, how can he still bear it, the long sword shook and rushed towards Huasheng.

As the saying goes, one person is desperate, and ten people are unstoppable.

At this time, Ye Feng only wanted to be ashamed, he didn't care about life and death at all, the whole person seemed to be reborn, the sword fought the human power, the human force fought the sword, this person and the sword almost fused together, sometimes light as a swallow, sometimes as sudden as lightning, but in a moment, a few cuts were drawn on Huasheng's body.

At this time, Huasheng only had the ability to parry, and he had no power to fight back, and the high-spirited appearance just now disappeared in an instant.

"This, what's going on? What kind of tricks is Senior Brother Huasheng playing, and why did he return the Xuan-level spiritual weapon that he had obtained so hard?"

The people of the Juding Sect looked at each other, and no one knew what kind of medicine was sold in Huasheng's gourd.

After a long time, someone in the crowd sighed and said, "Huasheng is really too big, the Yin Hong Dun Dragon Sword is a psychic thing, how can it not know its master? Unless all its memories are erased, even if it flies to the ends of the earth, it will always return to its master." ”

Hearing this, someone suddenly showed disdain, and a fat man with a black face said arrogantly: "Senior Brother Huasheng is so cultivated, how can he not even understand such a superficial truth, is it your turn to guide ......the country?"

As he spoke, he had already turned his head away, but when he saw the person who was "pointing out the country", he immediately shrank his neck in fright, and then changed his words and said: "You are right, Huasheng is still too young, I have long warned him not to be reckless, but he refused to listen, if it were you, this kind of thing would never have happened." ”

Although this black-faced fat man is not highly cultivated, he is also very famous in the Juding Sect, and the reason is very simple, that is, because this person is Huasheng's most loyal dogleg, and he usually uses the name of Huasheng to make a fortune outside.

At this time, everyone was stunned when they saw that this person dared to evaluate their "master" like this, until they saw Zhong Feiyu sitting behind the black-faced fat man, and everyone suddenly realized.

Zhong Feiyu's cultivation is far above Huasheng, and his status in the Juding Sect is not the same, and a few days ago, he beat Ye Feng to the ground and fled in a few rounds, no wonder the black-faced fat man would flatter him so much.

Although they knew that this black-faced fat man liked to see the wind and steer the most, when they saw his flattering minion appearance, everyone couldn't help but roll their eyes.

I have to say that this black-faced fat man is really powerful, after receiving so many white eyes, his face was not red and he didn't breathe, he ran to Zhong Feiyu with a smoke, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhong is still powerful, I can see the root at a glance, if it weren't for your words and advice, all of us would still be in the dark." ”

Zhong Feiyu shook his head and said, "I also thought of it after Huasheng made a move, but didn't someone on the other side see through it early!"

Hearing this, everyone remembered that someone had indeed reminded Ye Feng just now, but everyone was busy drinking to Huasheng at that time, and they didn't pay attention to the meaning of that sentence at all.

Zhong Feiyu's gaze scanned the crowd for a while, and finally stopped at Fang Zhen.

The two looked at each other for a long time, but neither of them spoke, but everyone present felt a sense of murder.

Following Zhong Feiyu's gaze, everyone found the square marks, and the crowd suddenly became lively, because the first master of the younger generation of the Juding Sect was defeated by the person in front of him.

After that battle, Zhao Ya was almost gone, and they never expected that Fang Zhen, who was also seriously injured, would recover immediately after just resting for a day, and he still looked vigorous.

Zhong Feiyu didn't speak, stood up and walked slowly to the center of the field, his eyes still staring at Fang Zhen.

"Senior Brother Zhong, we haven't finished this fight yet!" Hua Sheng came to Zhong Feiyu's side and whispered.

Zhong Feiyu didn't even look at him, and said, "Don't you feel ashamed that even a martial artist can beat you so badly?

His voice was not loud, but it was clear to the ears of everyone present.