Thinking of Feng Wuchen, Feng Yuanqing cast his gaze over. Feng Wuchen was looking at everyone in the hall with an awkward expression, and then looked at Feng Sicheng who was leaving, feeling conflicted and entangled in his heart.
I thought that this time I could take advantage of the opportunity of the old man being injured to instigate the disciples to give up resistance. As long as the majority of the disciples sided with them, there would be nothing they could do even if the old man got angry again, and they would be able to carve up the sect's industry and prosper from now on.
But they didn't expect that Jiang Wuhen would come back at this time. Ling Chuxi's two slaps and those words completely disrupted their plan. Touching his burning face, he thought of Ling Chuxi's seemingly calm but calm face.
The beautiful face with hidden murderous intent, and the group of vicious Jindan Sect disciples, made Feng Wuchen feel palpitated.
But now that the matter has come to this, even if he turns back, his grandfather may not believe him. And to be honest, with his short-sightedness, he really doesn't think that a sect that has been destroyed for thousands of years and has been rebuilt with great difficulty is as different as the Seven Stars Sect and the Mingyue Sect.
The ability to fight, for today, the Seven Star Sect Mingyue Sect has endured for several generations and prepared for several generations. Even the Qingfeng Sect, which has a profound foundation, has been forced to a dead end. What can they do.
"Grandpa, I'm going out too." After fighting in his heart for a long time, Feng Wuchen finally mustered up the courage to say to Feng Yuanqing.
"Wuchen, have you really decided to go all the way to the dark side?" Feng Yuanqing looked directly into Feng Wuchen's twinkling eyes and asked in a deep voice.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die." Feng Wuchen felt panicked when his grandfather looked at him like this, and he said in a panic.
"That's all, I won't force you, you can go out." Feng Yuanqing waved his hand.
After Feng Wuchen heard these words, he turned around and ran out. Because he was too frightened, his feet slipped, and his fat body fell to the ground like a meat ball, and then bounced quickly.
He got up, stumbled, rolled and rushed out.
Seeing this funny scene, Ling Chuxi and others felt funny and sad at the same time. How could it not be sad that a descendant of the Qingfeng Sect and the future heir to the sect would be such a character?
"You guys should go down too. It's good that you can stay today. If our Qingfeng Sect can escape this time, you will be the core disciples of the sect from now on." Feng Yuanqing said to the remaining disciples in the hall.
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"Thank you so much, Master." The disciples below said loudly. They were very excited in their hearts. Becoming a core disciple of the sect means that they will be able to use the best cultivation resources in the future and learn more profound mental and martial arts. If it were not for the sect,
Most of them have never had such an opportunity in their lives. This is something they never dared to think about before.
Of course, the premise is that the sect must be preserved. So after waking up from the excitement, everyone is still a little worried.
With such excitement and complicated emotions, a group of disciples left the hall, preparing for the next fierce battle and the greatest opportunity in their lives. Risks and opportunities always coexist.
"Master Feng, I'm sorry, I just acted rudely." After all the irrelevant people had left, Ling Chuxi said apologetically to Feng Yuanqing. No matter what the purpose, slap someone else's grandson in front of them.