Chapter Twenty-Six: Hurt by Love
"Master.... I...."
Zhou Zhiruo's face was weak, and she had to say that under such a choice, how could she choose.
"If you still recognize me as a master, and still think that you are a disciple of Emei, then kill him!"
Exterminating Shitai's words did not leave the slightest emotion.
Maybe with Zhou Zhiruo's strength, he may not be able to hurt Lu Feng, but Zhou Zhiruo can hurt Lu Feng.
Because of Zhou Zhiruo's particularity, no one present could hurt Lu Feng, but only Zhou Zhiruo could.
"Senior sister, listen to the master!"
Those junior sisters also don't have a good impression of the Ming Sect, and Lu Feng, as the leader of the Ming Sect, is naturally eager to see this scene.
In the end, Zhou Zhiruo slowly raised her sword under everyone's gaze, and the Heavenly Sword pointed at Lu Feng.
"Bold!"
Seeing this scene, Wei Yixiao was the first not to agree, but was pressed in place by a gesture from Lu Feng.
"Master!"
The people of the Ming Sect did not understand it very much.
Could it be true that the sect leader of his own family is interested in this Emei disciple?
But you can't pay for your own life.
"Kill him!"
The surrounding voices came, which made Zhou Zhiruo's heart hurt even more.
And just when Zhou Zhiruo was still hesitating, Lu Feng suddenly took two steps forward.
Zhou Zhiruo was shocked, but the feeling in her hand had already come, and it seemed that it was too late to collect the sword at this time.
She took two steps back in horror, and the Heavenly Sword was pulled out like this, the scarlet blood still on it.
"Master!"
Yang Xiao and the others immediately surrounded Lu Feng and guarded Lu Feng in the center.
"Sect Master, are you alright?"
Lu Feng stretched out his hand and immediately clicked on his wound a few times, otherwise, he would bleed to death.
"Ahem...."
Fortunately, Lu Feng knows how to heal, and he knows that people will not die if they are stabbed, otherwise, they may be in danger.
"Old witch, you can't beat it yourself, and you actually instructed your own disciples to hurt my sect leader like this! Shameless. ”
Zhou Luo was so angry, his own sect leader fought fiercely without hurting a single penny, but now it was damaged in the hands of a female disciple.
Everyone didn't move Zhou Zhiruo, after all, all of them saw it clearly, it was Lu Feng who rushed up by himself, not Zhou Zhiruo's intention.
And they were also able to get a glimpse of those people's words and Lu Feng's practices, so they didn't move Zhou Zhiruo.
Otherwise, no matter what, even if they fought with their might, they would kill this person who had injured their sect leader.
Lu Feng waved his hand: "I'm fine." ”
But the pain of the wound made him frown.
No matter what, even if he is already a first-class peak martial artist, he is only a little more able to bear it, but the pain is still the same as before.
Xiao Zhao ran to Lu Feng's side and called Childe.
Lu Feng said: "Don't worry, I'm fine, just cultivate for a while." ”
"Please also ask the master to sit on the side and wait for me to return from the great victory."
Yang Xiao was the first to surrender his request, and Wei Yixiao, Zhou Yi and others on the side also joined Yang Xiao and asked for his life after seeing it.
And after a few moments, all the Mingjiao members knelt down.
"Please also ask the master to sit in the town and wait for me to return from the great victory."
When Lu Feng saw this scene, he felt a little comforted in his heart, at least these people regarded themselves as the sect leader.
And at this moment, a young man walked out of the Wudang faction.
"Qingshu! Qingshu! ”
Lu Feng looked over and found that it was Song Qingshu from the Wudang faction who walked out, holding a long sword in his hand: "Lu Feng, you have the ability to fight." ”
"I said you are a yellow-haired child, my sect leader didn't necessarily make a move when he fought your elders alone, and now my sect leader is injured and you are taking advantage of the danger of others, it turns out that this is your world's famous and decent style."
"Originally, I had already seen it once, and I kept claiming to be a decent family, but I used treacherous villain methods, and now I see it again, a junior who takes advantage of people's danger!"
Wei Yixiao and the others are naturally very dissatisfied, you may not be able to come when your own sect leader is in his heyday, but now that your own sect leader is injured, you have to fight, isn't it clear that you are taking advantage of the danger of others.
"I was wrong about you at the beginning." Song Qingshu looked at Lu Feng indifferently, and said, "But I never thought that you were actually the leader of the Ming Sect, I should have gotten rid of you if I knew this!" ”
Wei Yixiao and the others were about to speak, but Lu Feng stopped them, he took a step forward and looked at Song Qingshu: "Song Qingshu, I know best what you think in your heart, it's nothing more than two words, jealousy." ”
"You!" Others don't understand Song Qingshu, can't they still understand, his affection for Zhou Zhiruo is almost on the surface, and he is already half-concealed and half-hidden.
But because it is the feelings of the juniors, the elders will not stop it, and the jealousy that he clearly says like Lu Feng makes him feel very angry, and the fire of jealousy in his heart is even more than a few points.
"Let's fight!" Song Qingshu pointed at Lu Feng.
Hearing this, the people of the Ming Sect shouted again: "Sect Master! No! ”
Lu Feng waved his hand: "Although I am injured, it is still easy to deal with such a garbage person." ”
He knew very well what kind of goods Song Qingshu was, just a licking dog.
And it will do him all kinds of harm and no benefit, although he can't kill him now, he can collect some interest first.
"Master!"
The crowd still didn't want to.
"I'm the sect leader, and you all stand aside for me." Lu Feng pushed everyone away and came to the opposite side of Song Qingshu.
"Qingshu, come back quickly!" In the distance, Song Yuanqiao shouted.
But Song Qingshu still didn't stop.
Song Qingshu saw that Lu Feng was standing firm, and a sword attacked in his hand.
In the distance, Zhou Zhiruo's expression tightened, Lu Feng was injured by her, if it weren't for her, it was estimated that there would be no danger.
But soon, the look of worry in her eyes disappeared, because Lu Feng seemed to have no pressure at all to deal with Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu made all of them Wudang's swordsmanship, but for Lu Feng, Song Qingshu didn't practice at all, and he was like a child in front of Lu Feng, being played with by Lu Feng.
Then, Lu Feng found an opportunity and hit Song Qingshu's hand with a knife, Song Qingshu was in pain, and the sword in his hand was loosened and fell to the ground.
But Song Qingshu was not convinced, and directly hit Lu Feng with his bare hands.
Lu Feng's purpose was to force Song Qingshu to fight with him, although he could also directly use the Northern Spiritual Skill to absorb it, but that was too obvious.
Song Qingshu was 10,000 dissatisfied in his heart, and directly forced Lu Feng to come.
But I never thought that I had just entered the trap of Lu Feng.
Palm-to-palm, when the two came into contact, Song Qingshu's eyes widened and he looked: "You! ”
But Lu Feng was quick and ordered his dumb hole in advance, so that he couldn't speak at all, so Song Qingshu could only show his expression and couldn't speak at all.
However, Lu Feng also knew that he couldn't suck too much, otherwise he would let others notice, and thus let himself fall into the identity of a big devil.
So after a while, he let Song Qingshu withdraw with one palm, and by the way, he relieved his dumb hole.