Looking at the back of Yebei and his party gradually moving away, the onlookers talked about each other, and then dispersed, all the people present were martial artists, and they came here tonight in order to find what they used.

And in the deepest part of the market, a wooden attic stands in the mountains and forests, He Lifeng flashed to the door, there are warriors guarding the door, and when he sees the people who come, they are all holding their fists and bowing to salute.

He Lifeng simply tidied up his clothes and walked in.

In the hall, there are only two figures, a young man is sitting on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, dangling the red wine glass in his left hand, and holding the palm of a girl with a good posture in his right hand.

Obviously, it's mostly for oil.

The young man turned his back to the door and didn't see anyone coming, the girl exclaimed, suddenly retracted her little hand, couldn't help but take two steps back, bowed her head and said nothing, obviously quite afraid of He Lifeng.

You must know that He Lifeng, as the chief disciple of the Liuren Sect, is quite majestic on weekdays, except for the master of the sect, he is the most authoritative, and all the disciples in the sect are not afraid.

The young man frowned, looked sideways and turned his head, and his face was suddenly full of anger.

"Don't you even know how to knock when you enter the door?"

He Lifeng glanced at the young man, and it was difficult to hide the disdain in his eyes, he walked straight in, looked around, and said coldly: "Master?" ”

The young man slowly got up, raised his red wine glass, and drank it all.

"Father has something to do, if you have anything, just tell me."

In a word, it proves its identity.

The young master of Liurenmen, Qu Anxiang.

When He Lifeng heard this, he turned around directly and walked away.

"Stop!"

With a cold drink, the woman next to her suddenly trembled, obviously startled.

The corners of Qu Anxiang's mouth raised slightly, and the disciples in the door were all afraid of this chief disciple, and as a young master, he was not afraid.

"He Lifeng, I remind you, don't forget your identity, when you see me, you should bow and salute, I am the young master of the Liuren Sect!"

The cold words fell, and it was difficult to hide the anger.

The people in the door are not so respectful to themselves, but he He Lifeng is an exception, he is cold on weekdays, obviously he doesn't take himself as a young master seriously.

When He Lifeng heard this, he slowly stopped.

Turning sideways, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a grim smile on his extremely indifferent face, and he slowly spoke:

"If you weren't Master's son, I would have abolished you a long time ago."

"You!"

Qu Anxiang was so angry that his face was red and his neck was thick, but he didn't dare to make any moves.

It's just because although he is the young master of the Liurenmen, he is born with blocked muscles and veins, and he can't become a martial artist.

For this reason, I don't know how many spiritual herbs and elixirs have been consumed, but they are all useless.

"Do you know why Master held this fair?"

He Lifeng asked patiently.

"Cut, don't you just want to get some precious things, so that you waste can come back alive from the Guwu Swamp."

Qu Anxiang sneered, obviously knowing that the Guwu Swamp was about to open.

As soon as the words fell, He Lifeng turned his palm into a claw, took a step forward, and directly grabbed Qu Anxiang's neck, and the violent inertia directly caused him to retreat in the air.

Boom!

There was a muffled thud, slamming into the wall behind him.

When the girl on the side saw this scene, she was instantly frightened and fled.

And the guards outside the door pretended not to see it, and stood still.

For this young master, they are often insulted on weekdays, and they are all angry in their hearts, but they dare not speak out.

If the chief senior brother teaches a lesson, it will be a great pleasure.

"Uh, you're ......"

Qu Anxiang's face turned red, his green muscles burst out, and he couldn't speak at all.

"Master has gone to great lengths to hold this Fang Market, isn't it for you this waste!"

"Over the years, the resources wasted on you are enough to cultivate ten king-level disciples!"

He Lifeng gritted his teeth and said angrily, and directly threw Qu Anxiang to the ground.

Compared with other sects, the foundation of the Liuren Sect is indeed stronger, but it can't stand such a waste as this waste.

Therefore, on weekdays, the disciples in the sect had to reduce their cultivation resources.

In order to make this waste a martial artist, the master did not hesitate to spend a huge amount of money to find the Dan recipe of the Eight Treasures Shengjin Pill!

The reason why this Fang Market was held this time seemed to be for the Guwu Swamp, but in fact, it was still for this waste.

Although the Eight Treasures Shengjin Pill only needs eight kinds of spirit grasses, each of them is extremely difficult to find, and after looking for many years, there are still two kinds of spirit grasses missing.

At such a cost, with all his efforts, this song An Xiang sang day and night as the groom, spending all day drinking, and he was simply the second ancestor who couldn't support the wall with mud.

These spirit herbs and elixirs, even if they are given to dogs, are estimated to be able to turn into a spirit beast.

If it continues like this, sooner or later, one day, the Liuren Gate will be destroyed in the hands of this person.

Qu Anxiang lay on the ground, coughing violently, his eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot, and he roared:

"He Lifeng, you dare to treat me like this, when my father comes back, I will definitely not let him spare you!"

He Lifeng sneered, turned around slowly, looked sideways, and said, "You should be glad that you have a good father, otherwise, you wouldn't have known to die eight hundred times." ”

A word fell, and he walked away.

As soon as he walked to the front door, a white-haired old man walked towards him.

"Master."

He Lifeng bowed.

The white-haired old man walked straight to the main seat, sat down slowly, picked up the tea on the table, and drank it all.

He is the master of the Liuren Gate, Qu Cang, but people in the outside world don't know this name, and they all call it Qu Laoxi.

"Dad......!"

With a cry, Qu Anxiang struggled to get up, stumbled over, and knelt down suddenly, holding his father's thighs with both hands.

"If you want to be one step too late, He Lifeng will beat me to death."

"Woo ......"

A twenty-year-old young man actually cried on the spot, who would have thought that such a person would be the son of Qu Laoxi, the young master of Liurenmen.

Qu Cang couldn't help frowning, but his face was hard to hide his doting color.

He only got old at the age of fifty, and he was indeed quite pampered to his son on weekdays, if not, he would not have spent such a price to make him a warrior.

In addition to the strong foundation of the Liuren Sect, if you change to other sects, you are born with blocked muscles and veins, and you are destined to not be a martial artist, so you have given up directly.

"That's it! A big man is crying and crying, what a system! ”

Qu Cang scolded, how could he not know what his son had done all day, it was really rotten wood and difficult to carve.

If He Lifeng really wanted to hit him, he didn't even need to use his fingers.

"Something?"

Qu Cang looked at He Lifeng, at this time, the other party should be in the Fang Market while looking for things that can be used in the door, and more importantly, looking for spiritual grass.

"Yes, Master, there is something to report." He Lifeng replied.

Qu Cang nodded, looked down at his son who was still kneeling on the ground, and said, "You go out first." ”

"Dad? He hit me, and that's it? Can't spare him! ”

Qu Anxiang's face was indignant.

"Someone."

Qu Cang frowned slightly and snorted coldly, and suddenly two guards walked in outside the door.

"Take the young master out."