Du Qingfeng said very calmly: "I have discussed it with Master. I will not accept the position of the temple master. Moreover, I still have some secular matters to deal with. Therefore, you are still the temple master, and you will always be my greatest master."
Senior brother."
The old immortal rarely accepted disciples in his life. The master of the temple was the eldest disciple, while Du Qingfeng was the closed disciple and the last one in the ranking. Naturally, he wanted to call the master the master.
The viewer was somewhat moved and gratified, and praised: "Junior brother, I have extraordinary bearing and broad-mindedness, which is admirable. I am lucky to have a junior brother like you. Although you do not accept the position of the viewer, there will be no one after Kunlun."
Junior brother still has the right to make decisions on major matters."
Throw them in with plums, embrace them with peaches.
If Du Qingfeng doesn't take away his position as the viewer, he will give Du Qingfeng real power.
"Everything is decided by senior brother. We all belong to the Kunlun family. If something happens, we should face it together."
Nodding, the viewer said: "The whereabouts of Du Qingchen were discovered in Jiangnan Province a few days ago. Now he is doing evil in the secular world again. Nangong Han Xiu Shu asked us Kunlun to issue a killing order. I wonder what my junior brother's intention is?"
The viewer has long received a letter from Nangong Han, but after all, Du Qingfeng and Du Qingchen have an extraordinary relationship. They are both from the Du family, and both have the same amazing talents. He always wants to hear what Du Qingfeng wants, so he does not make a decision rashly.
Du Qingfeng said calmly: "Then what do you think of the temple master?"
The viewer said: "I, of the Kunlun lineage, have always maintained fairness and justice in the secular world. Since Du Qingchen is using his cultivation to cause trouble in the secular world, I am afraid that there will be negative consequences. I am going to issue a death order in the world. What do you think?"
"But it is up to the master of the temple to make the decision. Although he and I belong to the same lineage, we have long since severed all ties and drawn clear boundaries. My entry into the world this time is mainly for him."
Du Qingfeng's attitude is very clear.
The viewer breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's very good."
Suddenly, Du Qingfeng looked towards the bamboo forest not far away.
If the master of the temple noticed something, he also turned his head to look. All the disciples turned their heads.
In the bamboo forest, the Dragon King was still walking step by step. Every step he took was more than ten feet away, neither close nor far, just like a ruler measuring it.
Both the temple owner and Du Qingfeng recognized him.
Therefore, the viewer frowned.
Du Qingfeng had a hidden intention to fight.
He has just been promoted to Tongxuan Realm, and he is in high spirits. He wants to join the world and achieve a world-shaking reputation, and Du Qingchen will become his best touchstone. He did not expect that the Dragon King will come at this time. You don't need to think about it to know that the Dragon King is
I came here because of Du Qingchen.
Therefore, we are enemies, not friends.
If it weren't for Dragon Soul's mediation, Du Qingchen would have died a long time ago, and there would be no chance of escaping to the Western world.
In the blink of an eye, the Dragon King came in front of everyone.
The patron came forward to pay his respects.
"I've met the Dragon King."
The expressions of the Kunlun disciples changed slightly. Naturally, they would not be as fearful as the Nine Sects. After all, the status of Kunlun Mountain was supreme, definitely surpassing Dragon Soul. They were all proud from the bottom of their hearts.
But the Dragon King was indeed the most powerful, which still made them a little nervous.
Nodding slightly, the Dragon King was very kind. He cast his gaze on Du Qingfeng and said with emotion: "There are two evildoers in the Du family. In fact, your talent is more evil than him. At such a young age, you are able to understand the mysteries. You are worthy of comparison."
Sword God, given time, your future will be limitless."
Du Qingfeng clasped his fists and said: "The Dragon King is so ridiculous that I don't deserve it. I don't know why the Dragon King came to my Kunlun Mountain."
The Dragon King asked: "Who is the master of the temple now?"
"Of course it's senior brother." Du Qingfeng said.
The Dragon King turned around and asked the viewer: "Are you ready to issue a fatwa?"
The viewer replied: "Yes, is the Dragon King coming to stop me?"
"No, I just want you to wait for a while. I'll talk about it after I see the old god. How about that?" The Dragon King turned to Du Qingfeng and said, "And you, don't rush down the mountain."
This sentence is not a discussion, but more like an order.
Du Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, and his fighting spirit began to boil.
"You are no match for me, Tongxuan. In fact, you are nothing special."
The Dragon King said calmly.
Du Qingfeng's face turned red, and just as he was about to speak, the voice of the old god came from the hall.
"Lord Dragon King has come all the way, please come in!"
As soon as the old immortal spoke, the temple owner and Du Qingfeng naturally did not dare to say anything anymore.
The Dragon King passed by the two of them and stepped into the main hall.
The door of the main hall slowly closed. At the end of the main hall, there were two futons. An old man was sitting there. The old man had white beard and hair. He didn't look very old. At most, he was about the same age as the Dragon King. But his real age was,
He is definitely over two hundred years old. He is very thin, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind. But that is just an illusion. No one dares to think so, because he is the old god of Kunlun Mountain, the number one master in the entire ancient martial arts world, and he deserves his name.
Return, and his seniority is high enough to crush the entire ancient martial arts world. Even the Dragon King is a junior in his eyes.
The Dragon King bowed his arms to the ground and said very respectfully: "I have met my senior."
"Please sit down!"
The old god smiled slightly, as if he had nothing to do with the world.
The Dragon King sat down.
"We haven't seen each other for almost twenty years. You have made great progress. I already know what you are doing. Play a game of chess with me first. As long as you can beat me, you can make demands."
The old god didn't talk nonsense. He had even calculated everything accurately and already had a Go game in front of him.
The Dragon King looked at the chessboard and took a breath: "It is an honor for me to play a game of chess with my senior. I also want to ask for advice."
Ten minutes later, sweat appeared on the Dragon King's forehead, but the old god opposite looked calm.
The situation was not optimistic, but the Dragon King did not give up.
Half an hour later, the Dragon King's face became a little pale, and his hands could not help but tremble every time he held the chess piece. The old god's expression finally became serious, his body straightened up a lot, and he frowned slightly.
.
An hour later, the Dragon King suddenly abandoned his son and admitted defeat.
His face became even paler, his lips were tightly closed, and he didn't say a word.
The old god was also a little tired. He stood up, clasped his fists and said, "You are worthy of being the Dragon King. Although you lost one glance, you still impressed me. Okay, I'll send you out."
The Dragon King bowed deeply, and the two of them left the hall together.
Outside the door, a group of people bowed their hands to the ground respectfully, showing respect for the old god.
The old immortal said to Du Qingfeng: "You can go down the mountain, but the remaining people will not be allowed to enter the world within a year."
The Dragon King bowed again to express his thanks, and he stepped down the mountain. Every step was still more than one foot, neither more nor less than one foot, as if he had measured it with a ruler.
At the foot of the mountain, the Dragon King suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath became a little weak.