Everyone could feel the cold aura emanating from Sikong Mo's body.
Many disciples who were watching the excitement started talking about it.
"The disciples of Butian Peak are different from those in previous years. In the past, these disciples of Butian Peak were all timid and fearful. This year, they dared to ridicule the genius of Five Elements Peak. It is really unexpected."
"You see how angry Sikong Mo is. I think Sikong Mo is afraid that he will take action. With Sikong Mo's cultivation level, one person can easily take down the ten people from Tianbu Peak."
"I heard that Sikong Mo was attacked by someone during the assessment. He punched his forehead and fainted. That's why his forehead became swollen and it hasn't subsided yet. The old drunkard and the boy just laughed at Sikong Mo's head.
Zhengrong', Sikong Mo will definitely be furious if he reacts."
"Yes, this matter is a great shame and humiliation for Sikong Mo. The thing he least wants to mention and the thing he least wants to think of is mentioned by those two guys. It's strange that Sikong Mo is not annoyed."
"Just wait and see the good show. I think these people in Butian Peak are going to suffer."
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Some looked at Lin Feng and others with expressions of pity, while others looked at them with expressions of gloating.
Lin Feng said calmly, "I heard that disciples cannot fight privately among themselves."
The old drunkard asked, "Really? Is there such a rule? What will happen if there is a private fight?".
"I guess you will be severely punished, right?" Lin Feng shrugged.
"These damn rules".
Sikong Mo's expression was gloomy. He also thought of the sect rules. There was indeed a sect rule that disciples were not allowed to fight privately.
"You are indeed a disciple of Butian Peak. After joining the sect, you quickly become familiar with the sect's rules. If you encounter someone bullying you, you can use the rules to scare the other person. This way you can avoid being beaten."
A disciple said mockingly.
"Hey, why does Brother Sikong look so ugly? Could it be that he is sick? Brother Sikong has a tall head and horns. It turns out that it is due to illness? Isn't it natural?".
Lin Feng looked at Sikong Mo and said doubtfully.
"I heard that there was a genius who was born with a towering head. I originally thought that Brother Sikong was born with it, but now looking at Brother Sikong's face, he seems to be very ill. It seems that I was wrong."
The old drunkard said seriously.
Many of the disciples who were watching looked at Lin Feng and the old drunkard singing together, and the corners of their mouths twitched violently.
These two guys were really not afraid of death, and they kept mocking Sikong Mo.
Yu Ziang and others were almost frightened to death by Lin Feng and the old drunkard, and their calves were trembling.
They felt that Lin Feng and the old drunkard were getting further and further away from each other on their way to death.
They had just offended Yu Zige, and now they had offended Sikong Mo. Yu Ziang and others couldn't help but sweat for Lin Feng, the old drunkard, and Tanaka Dao. They also murmured in their hearts that these three guys didn't seem to be afraid at all.
It seems that they don't know how powerful Yu Zige, Sikong Mo and others are, and they don't know how big the status gap between ordinary disciples and genius disciples like Yu Zige and Sikong Mo is within the sect.
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In the sect's cultivation, the higher the talent, the more valued it will be, and the higher the status will be. It is not comparable to ordinary disciples. Yu Zige and Sikong Mo are the disciples that the sect should focus on cultivating, and disciples like Butianfeng are all
He is a disciple whom the sect gave up and left to fend for himself. This is the gap between identity and status.
Therefore, in the eyes of many people, Lin Feng's singing and mocking Sikong Mo with the old drunkard is tantamount to seeking death.
Sikong Mo's face became increasingly gloomy. Before being knocked unconscious by Lin Feng's punch, Sikong Mo was in high spirits.
At that time, he was the proud man that everyone looked up to. He had won consecutive battles and won ninety-seven yuan of assessment orders. He originally wanted to make a fortune, but he was punched in the head and fainted. Not only did he not
Getting rich has become a laughing stock. Although many people respect themselves on the surface, they often murmur and laugh at them secretly.
Sikong Mo pretended that he didn't know that he was being laughed at behind his back, which made him feel better.
But now that Lin Feng and the old drunkard were singing together and all his unimaginable memories were outlined, how could Sikong Mo endure this?
"Even if they are severely punished by the sect, I will teach these two people a lesson today."
Sikong Mo's eyes were full of coldness.
"boom".
A terrifying aura emanated from Sikong Mo's body, directly covering Lin Feng and the old drunkard.
"Sikong Mo is about to take action."
"This Sikong Mo was angered."
"Lonely Sikong Mo is not a good choice."
"That boy and that old drunkard are in trouble today."
Many people shook their heads.
Obviously, they were extremely unfavorable to Lin Feng and the old drunkard. Even if the rest of the Butian Peak people came together, these disciples who were watching the excitement did not think highly of Lin Feng and the others.
"If you dare to anger me, you will have to pay the price. The sect will not allow fighting. Don't worry, I won't kill you, but I will break both of your legs today."
Sikong Mo's voice was cold.
Many people took a breath. Sikong Mo was so cruel that he even wanted to break the legs of Lin Feng and the old drunkard. But after thinking about it, they seemed to understand why Sikong Mo did this. The main reason was to
Qingyun Zong established its power.
In this way, those disciples who were privately talking about him being knocked unconscious by a punch would also shut up.
"Whoosh". Sikong Mo moved and rushed towards Lin Feng first.
"Stop", at this moment, a cold shout came out.
Among the crowd, a tall figure jumped out and stood between Lin Feng and Sikong Mo.
"The Tenth Level of King Wu's Realm".
Sikong Mo frowned slightly, quickly backed away, looked coldly at the tall young man in front of him, and said, "This is a matter between our Five Elements Peak and Butian Peak. Could this senior brother want to interfere?".
"It's Jingping".
"It's no good now."
Seeing the young man appearing, many onlookers shrugged their shoulders with helpless expressions on their faces.
"I am Senior Brother Butianfeng, do you think this matter has anything to do with me?" Jing Ping looked at Sikong Mo indifferently.
"Senior Brother Butianfeng?".
Sikong Mo frowned slightly. He felt that if he attacked with all his strength, the person in front of him who claimed to be Senior Brother Butianfeng might not be his opponent. However, he might lose both sides and end up losing more than he gained.
"Senior brother...".
When Lin Feng heard that this young man was senior brother Jing Ping, he bowed slightly.
Lin Feng and others had heard about Jing Ping. Back then, the sect refused to accept Jing Ping because he was not very talented. He knelt outside the sect for three days and three nights. The master of Butian Peak, Mian Butian, saw that Jing Ping had perseverance, so he accepted him.
He joined Butianfeng as a handyman, and through his own efforts, Jingping gradually grew from a handyman to the senior brother of Butianfeng, which is no small miracle.
Jing Ping nodded to Lin Feng and others, then looked at Sikong Mo and said, "How about we end the matter today?".
Sikong Mo sneered, and suddenly looked at Lin Feng and others with cold eyes, "There will be a competition for new disciples of the Twelve Peaks in three months. I'm afraid that none of you from Mending Peak will end well by then. Let's go.
Let’s see.”
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and left with the rest of the people.
This chapter has been completed!