"First-level soul masters are very rare even in Danyang County and even in the entire Qingzhou. Are you not satisfied?"
Only then did Chen Feng realize how powerful the soul master was.
He smiled slightly: "That's it."
Then, Chen Feng looked at the nine giant bronze bells hanging around.
The huge bronze bell is engraved with countless complicated words and symbols.
After Chen Feng came to him, he couldn't help but reach out and touch him.
Suddenly, in his spiritual world, transparent divine light flashed.
Then, it hit the giant bronze bell in front of Chen Feng hard, and the giant bronze bell made a loud noise.
The sound of the bell was clear and distant, and could be heard hundreds of miles away. It made Chen Feng's ears buzz.
Not only this giant clock.
Transparent divine light came out of the body and continuously bounced on the nine giant bells. Every time it bounced, the giant bells made a huge sound.
At the end, the nine giant bronze bells roared in unison.
The sound shook the world and the entire Ziyang Sword Field!
Above the core square, the smell of gunpowder is strong, and the situation is already tense!
Master Zixia took a deep breath and said: "Minglan, I don't want to argue with you here, but today, Chen Feng, I must hand it over."
"Chen Feng caused a big trouble outside and caused people from the Alchemist Association to come and demand it. If we don't hand over Chen Feng, are we waiting to start a war with the Alchemist Association?"
Minglan laughed heartily, his voice full of sarcasm: "Use the life of a disciple to avoid a big war?"
"Haha, how grand and grand? But when did our Ziyang Sword Field fall to this point? We actually need to send out disciples to avoid a big war?"
"Moreover," he suddenly looked at Su Yucheng and said coldly: "Su Yucheng, let me ask you, if you don't hand over this disciple."
"Does your Alchemist Association really have the courage to fight with our Ziyang Sword Field?"
Su Yucheng smiled and said nothing.
Master Zixia looked embarrassed. Everyone knew that a war would not start so easily.
But now he is riding a tiger and cannot get off the stage.
So, he forced himself to defend himself and said coldly: "It's very possible."
"It's very possible, right?" Minglan said with a smile: "Then even if there is a real war, so what?"
"I, the founder of Ziyang Sword Field, overcame obstacles and established Ziyang Sword Field. We are not afraid of anyone who comes to us! Has I, Ziyang Sword Field, fallen to such a fearful level?"
"If there's a war, let's start the war! What are you afraid of?"
"Okay!" When the surrounding Ziyang Sword Field disciples heard such passionate words, they were all extremely shocked, with excitement on their faces, and they all applauded!
Master Zixia couldn't get off the stage, her face turned red, and she shouted sternly: "Minglan, how can you dictate what's going on here?"
Ming Lan, a woman in black, laughed disdainfully: "Haha, well said, well said! Chen Feng is my disciple of Broken Blade Peak, why can't I point fingers?"
Her face turned cold: "When will it be someone else's turn to dictate the family affairs of my Ziyang Sword Field? Even if Chen Feng makes any mistakes again, he is still a member of my Ziyang Sword Field!"
"What do you mean by doing this? Look at you, you look like a dog from the Alchemist Association! Wagging its tail and begging for mercy!"
Master Zixia was furious: "Minglan, you are so presumptuous!"
He took a deep breath and said in a cold voice: "Minglan, I don't share your experience, but as long as I am here today, I must call Chen Feng out."
Minglan also sneered: "As long as Minglan, the leader of Broken Edge Peak, is here, no one can hand Chen Feng over."
Master Zixia sneered disdainfully: "Your Broken Edge Blade is also called the first one?"
At this time, a green light suddenly flashed, and a tall, thin middle-aged man in a wide robe and long sleeves appeared.
His clothes were embroidered with countless green bamboos, making him look as if he were an immortal, with a calm temperament.
He smiled and said: "Two leaders, suspend the dispute!"
Suddenly there was a commotion below: "The leader of Qingzhu Peak is here too."
"This matter is really causing quite a fuss today, because one Chen Feng has so many leaders here, including the president of the Alchemist Association!"
"Well, a waste with no inspiration can actually cause such a big stir? It's really ridiculous!"
He smiled and said: "It's better than this. No matter how much you two argue, nothing will come of it. Now that Senior Brother Yun Ling is not here, how about we summon the leaders of other peaks to come together to decide this matter?"
Although he was asking for their opinions, he only looked at Master Zixia and did not look at Minglan at all.
Master Zixia nodded, and seeing him nod, the leader of Qingzhu Peak didn't even ask Minglan for her opinion, and simply ignored it.
Then, he took out a jade flute, put it to his mouth, and blew it gently.
Soon, the sound of the flute was melodious and spread very far, with a very secret frequency.
The other leaders of Ziyang Sword Field all heard the sound of the flute.
So soon, after a while, several rays of light swept towards this side and arrived at the core square one after another.
Among the nine main peaks of Ziyang Sword Field, except for Master Yunling who is in retreat, there are already six people here.
Of the other two, one is in retreat, and the other left Ziyang Sword Field to travel around, and has not returned yet!
The leader of Qingzhu Peak explained the general process of the matter, and then said with a smile: "Everyone, that's roughly it."
"Now, the six of us will decide whether Chen Feng should be handed over or not!"
He then smiled and said: "Let me say it first, from my point of view, it would not be a pity to hand over a waste that doesn't even have spiritual roots."
There was a look of contempt on his face and he said: "It's ridiculous. There are still people who would go to war with one of their own people because of such a waste, and almost do it. It's really ridiculous!"
His words were obviously mocking Minglan!
An extremely gorgeous middle-aged woman whose clothes were embroidered with intricate flowers chuckled, glanced at Minglan, and said:
"This kind of person can be the leader, no wonder a certain lineage is getting worse and worse!"
As she said this, she and the leader of Qingzhu Peak burst into triumphant laughter.
This woman is the leader of Baihua Peak.
Master Zixia also had a smile on her lips.
Minglan looked calm, but the anger in her eyes could hardly be concealed!
Next, the other two leaders also expressed their opinions, and they all agreed to hand over Chen Feng!
Master Zixia looked at Minglan with a hint of ridicule in her eyes: "Minglan, you have also seen that five of the six leaders have agreed to call Chen Feng out."
"What else do you have to say?"
Minglan took a deep breath, with a look of determination in her eyes, and said lightly: "No matter how you decide, as long as I am here today, Chen Feng will definitely not be handed over!"
