As soon as Leng Feiyan appeared, all Tianyan disciples stood up at the same time.
The other sects, both disciples and elders, also quickly stood up and saluted.
No one can ignore Master Leng's powerful aura.
As for Xiang Zijie, who was ridiculed by Leng Feiyan and was not even as good as Lin Jichen, he was very unwilling to do so.
He really wanted to be like Lin Jichen and find such a powerful master. Besides, this master was more beautiful than a fairy.
Of course, Xiang Zijie did not dare to refute Leng Feiyan's words, but immediately looked enthusiastic and knelt down on the spot, his tone almost pleading.
"Junior Xiang Zijie knows that there is a gap between him and his disciples, but his heart for swordsmanship is no worse than anyone else's. The biggest wish of this junior in this life is to become a disciple of Master Leng, even if he is to become one of his disciples.
, I have no regrets in this life, I hope Master Leng will make it happen!"
However, Leng Feiyan's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were indifferent, he opened his mouth lightly and said, "I said that I will not accept waste."
Xiang Zijie was unwilling to be ridiculed by Leng Feiyan, and said in a loud voice: "Master Leng, although I admit that I am not as good as Lin Jichen, I will not be so unworthy in your eyes. At least, other Tianyan Sword Sect
Disciple, no one is my opponent! If I am a waste, then aren’t they all worse than waste?"
Wow!
This time Xiang Zijie's words angered all the disciples of the sect.
"Master, please allow me to discuss with him!" Li Mu was the first to be unconvinced.
Third senior brother Zhang Chaohai came out with an angry look on his face and said, "You don't need second senior brother to do anything, I'll just do it."
Many inner palace disciples stepped forward to ask for a fight.
Nangong Yue also stood up and said: "Master, I can beat him to the ground without my brothers taking action!"
The disciples were filled with indignation and wanted to challenge Xiang Zijie.
Xiang Zijie is indeed a man that even Chen Yuan is ashamed of. With just one sentence, all the disciples of the sect will blacklist him.
Just when everyone was asking for a challenge, Leng Feiyan had a keen eye and exposed Xiang Zijie's secret at a glance.
"You are an ordinary monk. You should have discovered Feng Yangzi's soul tomb by chance, right?"
Xiang Zijie didn't expect Leng Feiyan to see through it at a glance, but he didn't panic or deny it, but admitted it generously.
"Yes, this is my chance. Is there any problem with this?"
Leng Feiyan said calmly: "Of course you can find the relics of a strong man's mantle and inherit his unique skills and treasures. It means you have great luck and profound blessings."
Xiang Zijie was overjoyed and smiled, but the next second, his smile froze.
Leng Feiyan changed the subject and continued: "But don't think you are complacent because you have inherited Feng Yangzi's mantle. It was your chance to meet Feng Yangzi's soul tomb, but you are greedy and eager for success.
The kendo spirit he left behind in the human world was also taken as his own, and even his realm was forcibly improved by relying on the elixirs he left behind, am I right?"
Xiang Zijie was startled, his eyes suddenly wandered and he became nervous.
"What's wrong with this?"
Leng Feiyan snorted coldly and said: "The soul of swordsmanship is the last remnant soul left by the great swordsman in the world. Although it contains a trace of the swordsmanship that he has learned, it is more of the unfulfilled wish.
Soul body, hoping that those who will inherit his mantle in the future can help him fulfill his wish, but you forcibly occupied Feng Yangzi's soul, and ruthlessly refined and devoured your 'mentor' for the sake of the slightest hint of swordsmanship. This kind of master-killing
What is the difference between behavior and animals?"
What!
Everyone was shocked and looked at Xiang Zijie with eyes full of disgust and contempt.
Xiang Zijie felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body trembling uncontrollably, and his eyes gradually showed a look of fear.
The elder beside him couldn't believe it and asked him, "Zijie, what Master Leng said is true?"
Xiang Zijie suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, became flustered, and hesitated to reply.
Leng Feiyan then commented: "First, although you have reached the late stage of Nascent Soul, you were easily defeated by my disciple. In terms of talent and strength, you are far inferior. Even most of the disciples of our sect are not as talented as you."
Much better than you."
"Secondly, in order to improve your cultivation level, you are eager for success and use pills to force a breakthrough. As a result, although your level is high, your strength is unstable. It can also be seen that you are impetuous and have no determination, while my disciple is down-to-earth and steady.
, I am never in a hurry to make a breakthrough, and I am completely better than you in terms of character.”
"Thirdly, once you are a master, you are always a father. In order to improve your cultivation, you inherited Feng Yangzi's mantle, but you still did not hesitate to kill your master and your father. It shows that you are ambitious and like a snake. My disciple respects his master and respects his teachings.
He is extremely filial, and in terms of filial piety, he is far superior to you."
"The following three points are enough to prove that there is a world of difference between you and my disciple. My disciple is gold and jade, but you are just a loser. From this, it can be seen that not only are you not worthy of joining my sect, even our Tianyan Sword Sect disdains it.
Take you!"
After saying this, Xiang Zijie collapsed on the ground, his face turned pale.
Nangong Wu on the other side was secretly glad that he had confiscated him as his disciple, otherwise wouldn't Feng Yangzi's tragedy be repeated to him in the future?
Li Mu, who was of good character, stood up directly and said angrily: "How can a despicable person like you deserve to live in this world? Master, let me kill him to avenge senior Feng Yangzi!"
"That's right! Kill him!"
"These people are worse than pigs and dogs, worse than demon cultivators!"
"A man with a vicious heart is worthy of holding a sword?"
All the disciples were muttering that they wanted to get rid of Xiang Zijie soon.
The elder of the Beidou Sword Sect looked embarrassed. He hesitated for a moment before standing up to plead for mercy.
"Master Leng, although Zijie made a big mistake, he is still a disciple of my sect. Please be lenient, Master Leng. I will definitely take him back and let the master of our sect teach him and punish him!"
The elder actually wanted to plead for mercy, but it was true that he wanted to protect Xiang Zijie.
After all, although Xiang Zijie did such a thing, his strength is real at least, and he is still a descendant of Feng Yangzi.
It was hard for their sect to encounter such a talent, so how could they let it go?
Leng Feiyan naturally knew what he meant, but she didn't bother to care. She just said lightly: "He is a disciple of your sect, so naturally it is up to you to handle it. We Tianyan will not overstep his will, but we Tianyan do not welcome such people.
So as not to dirty this clean place."
"I understand, I understand. Anyway, my Beidou disciples have finished their discussions, so I won't disturb you. I will leave now."
After Elder Beidou finished speaking, he quickly picked up Xiang Zijie, who was so frightened that his legs were weak, and led the other disciples away in despair.
Xiang Zijie, who had just left the Tianyan Sword Sect, immediately looked like a different person, his eyes filled with hatred.
"I, Xiang Zijie, swear that I will not be a human being unless I take revenge for this!"
A seed of hatred sprouted and grew wildly, and the Taoist heart quickly turned black.