The sect was very satisfied with Xiao Yu's handling of this matter, which invisibly raised the status of the Xuanhuang Sword Sect and allowed the sect to obtain enough benefits. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the minds of the high-level members of the sect, Xiao Yu's favorability has greatly improved.

At this time, after Xiao Yu returned to Qiyu Peak, he found Chen Hu by himself.

"Are you back?" Chen Hu was relieved when he saw Xiao Yu come back.

The Supreme Elder of Qiyu Peak had just come, and he was full of praise for Xiao Yu, and at the same time explained that he should supervise Xiao Yu's cultivation well, so that Xiao Yu could grow into a true supreme.

It's not just a young supreme, it's a real supreme in the world!

Xiao Yu showed a faint smile: "Well, master, I'm back!"

Chen Hu had thousands of thoughts in his heart, opened his mouth, and still just said a word.

"Let's cultivate well, let Qiyu Peak become the most dazzling existence of the Xuanhuang Sword Sect!"

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At the same time, in the mountains of Futu.

"Xiao Yu? It's Xiao Yu again!"

"Why is he Xiao Yuhui uniquely valued by the Xuanhuang Sword Sect, Ren Zhengfei, Sima Xiangnan, every Taishang elder is vying to accept him as a disciple!"

"Why, why does he Xiao Yu have such an opportunity!"

"I, Ning Haofeng is not convinced!"

Ning Haofeng, who was the alternate saint son of the Xuanhuang Sword Sect, had a hideous look on his face at this moment, especially after hearing that the major sects had come to find Xiao Yu's help, he roared angrily in Futu Mountain.

Why?

I, Ning Haofeng, am an alternate Holy Son, and it is even more likely to become the Heavenly Pride of the Holy Son of the Xuanhuang Sword Sect in the future.

Now it's a good thing, not only was Xiao Yu abolished an arm, but he also became the laughing stock of the Xuanhuang Sword Sect.

It's not fair!

This feeling of falling from heaven to hell made Ning Haofeng already fall into madness, and every time he walked out of Futu Mountain, he would hear the sound of laughter.

"Xiao Yu, you have to die! I, Ning Haofeng, will never let you rise in the Xuanhuang Sword Sect, what a bullshit boy supreme, even if I give up my cultivation, I will let you live as well as die! I can't kill you, then I'll kill the people around you!"

Ning Haofeng suddenly seemed to have made up his mind, and resolutely walked towards the mountain gate.

At this moment, he wants to go down the mountain, to extinguish Xiao Yu's majesty! To find back the dignity that Xiao Yu has trampled on! To return a thousand times what Xiao Yu has inflicted on him!

He wants to tell the entire Xuanhuang Sword Sect that Xiao Yu can abolish one of my arms, and I can also let Xiao Yu die without a place to be buried!

Ning Haofeng Madger's firm steps walked towards the foot of Futu Mountain.

"Where are you going?" Ning Haofeng was just about to step out of the mountain gate when an old and deep voice came from all directions.

"Master!" Ning Haofeng was stunned when he heard this voice.

At this time, an old man in a gray robe descended from the sky and slowly landed in front of Ning Haofeng.

"Where are you going?" The person who drank Ning Haofeng was none other than his master, the Supreme Elder of Futu Mountain, Shao Qingmad!

As Ning Haofeng's master, Shao Qingyan would not easily take care of the affairs of his disciples, and on weekdays, he would teach his disciples and point out the doubts in his cultivation.

In addition, as a Supreme Elder, Shao Qingmad has always been concentrating on cultivation, striving to break through the Holy Realm as soon as possible and reach the Supreme Realm.

Ning Haofeng raised his head: "I'm going to take revenge!"

"Revenge?" Shao looked at Ning Hao lightly, "Can you defeat Xiao Yu?"

Ning Haofeng said stubbornly: "Although I can't win, I can fight to the death!"

Hearing this, Shao Qingfang frowned, this Ning Haofeng was a closed disciple he accepted, and he paid more attention to it on weekdays.

Among the many disciples of the Xuanhuang Sword Sect, before Xiao Yu appeared, Ning Haofeng was the most favored disciple by Shao Qingfang.

However, Xiao Yu suddenly rose up, stealing the prestige of the other disciples of the Xuanhuang Sword Sect, and even the second-generation disciples were gradually compared to Xiao Yu.

Shao Qingmad is the Supreme Elder of the Xuanhuang Sword Sect, and he is Ning Haofeng's master.

"You are not Xiao Yu's opponent now! After decades of concentrating on cultivation in Futu Mountain, you are fully qualified to crush Xiao Yu and avenge him with one arrow!" Shao's deep voice came into Ning Haofeng's ears.

However, how could Ning Haofeng listen to it at this time?

Hearing Xiao Yu's glorious deeds in Futu Mountain every day has made Ning Haofeng eager to get rid of Xiao Yu as soon as possible. Xiao Yu's name became a nightmare in Ning Haofeng's heart, and every time he heard Xiao Yu's name, Ning Haofeng would be full of hatred!

"Decades?" Ning Haofeng smiled bitterly, how could he endure it for decades?

"Master! I can't bear it!"

"I am the alternate Holy Son of the Xuanhuang Sword Sect, and I have my own dignity!"

"It's Xiao Yu who deprived me of everything, I want to get all this back!"

Shao frowned lightly, and snorted softly: "Go back!"

"Master!" Ning Haofeng roared unwillingly, "I can't go back, I'm going to take revenge!"

"Go back!"

Shao stretched out his hand frantically, and Ning Haofeng's body rose into the air and flew towards the sect.

Ning Haofeng was taken back to Futu Mountain by Shao Qingfang, and arranged a formation casually, and at the same time warned Ning Haofeng to concentrate on cultivation and not to be abandoned because of Xiao Yu.

Shao Qingfeng still underestimated Ning Haofeng's obsession, and not long after Shao Qingmad left, Ning Haofeng began to study the formation.

Although this Ning Haofeng was deprived of an arm by Xiao Yu, his talent is really good. If not, he would not have been accepted as a closed disciple by Shao Qingyan, and would have been listed as an alternate saint son by the Xuanhuang Sword Sect.

The alternate Holy Son was already a genius that made the Xuanhuang Sword Sect recognize Ning Haofeng.

Soon Ning Haofeng found a way to break the formation, and Shao Qingfang himself was a formation arranged casually, wanting Ning Haofeng to calm down.

It's just that the obsession in Ning Haofeng's heart has exceeded Shao Qing's imagination, and instead of calming down in Futu Mountain, he is even more crazy!

After Ning Haofeng broke the formation, he quietly slipped down the mountain.

After coming out of Futu Mountain, Ning Haofeng entered Kongyang Mountain without anyone noticing.

Zhu Leng of Kongyang Mountain was the only ally that Ning Haofeng could find. Zhu Leng is just Zhu Ziwen's great-grandfather, and Zhu Ziwen was slapped to death by Xiao Yu that day.

Now if you want to deal with Xiao Yu, the United Life Dragon Realm Elder Zhu Leng is just the best choice!

"Elder Zhu, please help me!" Ning Haofeng looked at Zhu Leng and said after he came to Kongyang Mountain.

"Ning Haofeng?" Zhu Leng only looked at Ning Haofeng, "You didn't take it with you in Futu Mountain, what did you do in my Kongyang Mountain?"

"I'm only here to be able to unite with Elder Zhu to deal with Xiao Yu!" Ning Haofeng said with a look of resentment.

"Dealing with Xiao Yu?" Zhu Leng only glanced up, Ning Haofeng's face was distorted by resentment, very hideous and terrifying, not at all as heroic as before.

This disciple is ruined!

Zhu Leng only sighed secretly, the former alternate Holy Son had become so unbearable. It's all because of Xiao Yu that he was blinded by hatred and jealousy.

Want to unite yourself to deal with Xiao Yu at this moment?

Zhu Leng only shook his head, now is not the best time to deal with Xiao Yu.

"Elder Zhu, have you forgotten what Xiao Yu did to your great-grandson Zhu Ziwen?" Ning Haofeng continued to persuade Zhu Leng.

"Presumptuous!" Zhu Leng only shouted coldly, "Zhu Ziwen's matter has passed, I won't deal with Xiao Yu with you, Xiao Yu is regarded as a young supreme, how can it be so easy to deal with?"

"Elder Zhu, you ......" Ning Haofeng didn't expect that Zhu Leng would only be afraid of Xiao Yu, and his face suddenly turned like ashes.