"What am I!" Leng Feiqiong said angrily: "Zhu Qingfeng, I haven't seen you for a while, and you are still putting on airs. Who doesn't know who I am? Do you want to talk to Master Meng?"
"You..." Zhu Qingfeng's thin face seemed to be covered with a layer of red cloth as he stared at Leng Feiqiong.
He was so angry that Leng Feiqiong was about to explode.
But I just didn’t dare to have an attack.
Because he knew that his wife had a close relationship with Leng Feiqiong. Even though others were scolding Leng Feiqiong and hating Leng Feiqiong, his wife still admired Leng Feiqiong and defended Leng Feiqiong.
He understood that if Leng Feiqiong spoke out, his wife would definitely turn the sword against him, causing unrest in the family.
He is an elder at his age, and it is really embarrassing to be beaten to the point of being beaten by his wife.
Leng Feiqiong hummed: "You'd better shut up, I don't want to hear your blabbering."
"Crazy! Arrogant!" Zhu Qingfeng gritted his teeth, but just spit out these two words and said no more.
Leng Feiqiong's eyes fell on Jing Mingchuan and hummed: "Elder Jing, if there is anything else to say, there is nothing to say, so I will go up the mountain. Is my yard still there?"
Neither Jing Mingchuan nor Zhu Qingfeng answered.
Leng Feiqiong's eyes glanced at the others, and finally fell on the face of a handsome young man, and said indifferently: "Master Nephew Jiang?"
"Yes." The handsome young man blushed and nodded slightly. Then he realized that he was too cowardly and said solemnly: "But Uncle Leng, you do..."
"Shut up." Leng Feiqiong said calmly.
Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment.
Under the prestige, he subconsciously closed his mouth and stopped abruptly.
Leng Feiqiong stepped forward.
Jing Mingchuan and Zhu Qingfeng immediately took a step forward and stood in front of her.
Leng Feiqiong continued to walk forward, saying coldly as he walked: "Don't force me to do anything, you will humiliate yourself!"
"Concubine Leng, please respect yourself!" Jing Mingchuan said solemnly.
Leng Feiqiong hummed: "How do I respect myself, so what if I don't respect myself? Is it possible that you want to fight with me?"
"We are really forced and have no choice but to take action!" Jing Mingchuan snorted.
Leng Feiqiong continued to move forward and approached Jing Mingchuan: "You guys dare to attack me? Do you think I am lazy in the palace these days?"
Jing Mingchuan said proudly: "We have already mastered the new sword skills, but Concubine Leng is flirting with the emperor, and you may not be our opponent!"
"Cackle..." Leng Feiqiong laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten up.
This made everyone on the opposite side look ugly.
They could see Leng Feiqiong's ridicule and felt very uncomfortable.
Especially at this time.
Leng Feiqiong shook his head and said, "Okay, let's see if your Qinggong can catch up with me."
She suddenly flashed and appeared behind Jing Mingchuan and Zhu Qingfeng, her jade palms rested on their shoulders respectively, then flashed behind the disciples, and then appeared on the treetops a hundred meters away.
"...Chase!" Zhu Qingfeng's face turned red and white, and he gritted his teeth and shouted angrily.
Everyone hurriedly chased after him.
The four of them, Xu Qingluo and Xu Qingluo, were standing there. Zhu Lanxin had disappeared without a trace, and her whereabouts were secretive.
Xu Qingluo turned to look at Zhou Yu: "Do they really hate senior sister?"
She felt strange, not like hatred, but more like anger.
Zhou Yu sighed: "Their emotions are very complicated, including hatred, grievance and joy. In short, they cannot escape from the palm of Master Leng!"
Every fluctuation of their emotions is controlled by Leng Feiqiong. When they are angry, they become angry, when they are calm, they are calm, when they are happy, they are happy, and they are unable to control themselves.
After seeing Leng Feiqiong's actions with her own eyes, she personally understood Leng Feiqiong's power. She secretly sighed that he was indeed the most outstanding master of the Tianhai Sword Sect, and his methods and actions were indeed extraordinary.
In her imagination, after Leng Feiqiong arrived, she must have been weak, feeling guilty, and acting in a lenient manner. She would first let them scold them to vent their anger, and then try to persuade them and talk about her difficulties.
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But I never expected that Leng Feiqiong would adopt the completely opposite attitude. Not only was she not weak-minded, but she was extremely strong, as if she was still the leader of the Tianhai Sword Sect and the master of this place.
When they met again, it was still the same situation as before. To these elders and disciples, they were still regarded as his subordinates.
But they didn't feel it was against the rules, instead they took it for granted.
Their verbal confrontation was just because they were not angry with her for leaving rashly. In fact, they had unknowingly regarded her as the leader.
This is also a result of past habits and has been ingrained in my bones.
Both the young disciples and the elders have become accustomed to Leng Feiqiong being the leader.
Zhou Yang said: "You should blame her for leaving to go to the palace, right? Now that she comes back, of course she will be very angry, but maybe she is happy in her heart?"
"That's understandable," Chu Ling said: "After all, the Tianhai Sword Sect now has no leader, which is very embarrassing. She came back at the right time. I'm afraid they will still choose her as the leader."
Only by comparing things in the world can we know whether they are good or bad.
Just like the head of the Tianhai Sword Sect, this seat seems easy to sit in, but it is actually extremely difficult.
When Leng Feiqiong was in office, he might have done things smoothly and seemed very leisurely. They didn't think Leng Feiqiong was so precious or rare, and they didn't cherish her that much.
But after replacing Zhao Qianjun, they realized how powerful Leng Feiqiong was.
At this time, Zhao Qianjun has abdicated, and the head of the Tianhai Sword Sect is waiting. It is difficult for the entire Tianhai Sword Sect to choose a leader who can truly convince everyone.
Moreover, the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect are also worried that the next one they choose will not even be as good as Zhao Qianjun. After all, Zhao Qianjun was already the strongest one at the beginning, far better than the others.
Others are not as good as him.
At this time, Leng Feiqiong came back.
I'm afraid that at this time, they will unknowingly choose Leng Feiqiong.
Zhao Qianjun's failure proves that the real leader of Tianhai Sword Sect is still Leng Feiqiong, and it must be Leng Feiqiong.
Now it is only the strong resentment that prevents her from returning.
However, Leng Feiqiong showed superb methods and directly destroyed their grievances with his strong and arrogant momentum, leaving them with no choice but to be honest and helpless to resist.
"Awesome." Zhou Yang also sighed in admiration, feeling that he had learned a lot.
I'm afraid I wouldn't do this if it were me, and I wouldn't be able to think of it.
Xu Qingluo said: "Shall we go in and take a look?"
She felt that this was the best time to go in.
They have no way to deal with the senior sister, so they will vent their anger on the four of them, and just have the chance to take action, so they don't have to waste any more words.
After they are defeated, there will definitely continue to be masters who will step up and become stronger and stronger. Finally, they will see that the top masters can live up to this profession.
When she thought about being able to see the top swordsmanship of the twelve branches of the Tianhai Sword Sect, she was eager to try it and her eyes sparkled.
"Let's go!" Chu Ling and Zhou Yang agreed excitedly.
Zhou Yu glanced around and nodded slightly.
The group of four accelerated and soon caught up with Leng Feiqiong and his group.
Leng Feiqiong was like a white cloud, drifting slowly, seemingly unhappy, while the group of people following him were all running fast, but they could not close the distance between them.