Text_Chapter 45 The First Master of the Outer Sect
Ling Feng is here!
He was not wearing gold armor, but was wearing a black robe, with an angry look on his face.
"Trash, they are all trash!"
He stood in front of the ring, turned around and cursed at Ao Long and Li Jun, looking like he hated iron and said, "It's just a few losers from Mo Yunzong who beat you like this?"
"You, you, and you!"
Ling Feng suddenly pointed at Li Jun, Ao Long and You Hao, and said angrily: "My outer sect's face has been completely lost by you."
"As the top master of the outer sect, I am embarrassed along with you!"
"puff"
The three people's eyes were filled with anger, and they wanted to defend themselves, but their injuries were too severe, so they opened their mouths and spat out a breath, which made them angry.
Now they can't talk or talk at all.
The people around them all looked at Ling Feng dumbfounded, wondering what kind of trouble the latter was going to make?!
He cursed the three young masters of the outer sect and claimed to be the number one master. He was not a disciple of the outer sect at all!
Even the inner sect elders, Mo Shan and others were knocked unconscious by Ling Feng's stick, and they had no idea what kind of trouble Ling Feng was going to make.
"And you!"
Suddenly, Ling Feng pointed at Mo Shan again and said loudly: "It's just a communication battle, but you didn't call me, the top master of the outer sect?"
"Are you afraid that I will steal their limelight?"
After saying these words, Mo Shan's face turned completely black and his folds twitched. He had never been pointed at his nose and scolded. This Ling Feng was really arrogant.
"You..." Mo Shan opened his mouth to speak.
"What are you? You're just a bunch of trash. I'll kill you with a stick." Ling Feng said hurriedly.
He will not let Mo Shan speak. Today's battle is decided by Ling Feng. Who can stop him?
Mo Shan was so angry that his hair stood on end, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He scolded him in front of so many people. You can imagine how broken he felt at this moment.
"Okay, stop talking and leave this battle to me." Ling Feng interrupted with a wave of his hand.
Everyone was dumbfounded again, even the outer elders scolded him, "Does this kind of disciple want to set a record?"
Moreover, now everyone with a discerning eye can see that Ling Feng is going to participate in a communication battle. If he pulls this stunt, he is not going to retreat.
"This is an opportunity to vent some bad breath, it's quite cruel."
The inner sect elders' hearts moved, and a knowing smile appeared on their lips.
In fact, they are also very dissatisfied with Mo Shan. If it weren't for him, the outer sect would not be in the situation it is today. It can be said that Mo Shan has an unshirkable responsibility.
However, can Ling Feng defeat the disciples of Mo Yun Sect? They are also skeptical about this.
"Haha, the number one master in the outer sect, then go up and fight."
Mo Shan turned his eyes and the anger in his chest came out. After thinking about it, he decided to let Ling Feng fight.
This young man dares to scold him in public. This revenge must be avenged. Doesn't he want to fight with the disciples of Mo Yunzong? Then let him do it, wait until he is defeated, and then ridicule him as much as possible, or even give him a good beating.
Dayton.
The latter thought that they could win with flesh and blood alone. They were so naive.
"Thank you, Great Elder Mo, for making it possible."
Ling Feng turned around and retorted coldly. He bit the words "Elder Mo" very hard, which made Mo Shan so angry that he almost ran away.
"I'm just staring at you, I've never seen the best master before!"
Ling Feng turned his head again and cursed Mo Lan, Qian Yun, You Hao and others without any fear. This made several people furious, and all of them looked livid.
Now that Mo Shan has spoken, they are waiting to see Ling Feng's "joke".
"This guy is crazy!"
The disciples of Lingwu Academy touched their foreheads and felt that their whole body was not well. Ling Feng was simply crazy.
At this time, Ling Qing also came. Originally, she had no role in this communication battle. If a fourth-level warrior went up, he might not be able to block even one blow, so she didn't come.
However, the commotion has become so big now that even the inner disciples are alarmed.
"Xiao Feng, please stop making trouble." Ling Qing's face was full of black lines, this younger brother really knows how to join in the fun.
"Sister, don't stop me. How can I, an outer disciple, watch my fellow disciples be bullied?"
Ling Feng said solemnly: "Those useless people from Mo Yunzong will all be beaten to death with one blow."
"Boy, what did you say?!"
For a moment, all the disciples of Mo Yun Sect were angry, staring, and almost bursting with anger.
They are all little geniuses. They beat the outer disciples until they lose their temper. This young man is a loser when he keeps talking. Isn't this a slap in their faces?
It’s annoying and even more hateful!
"Does the top master of the outer sect think he is great?"
"You haven't missed the communication battle yet. It's still too late to get on stage. I have to break your legs."
Even Long Jue was angry.
He defeated four major and minor masters in a row by himself. He really didn't believe how high this "outer sect's best master" could be.
So, Ling Feng laughed!
He struggled for a long time, just waiting for this sentence to make everyone "think" that he was an outer disciple. This has been confirmed by Mo Shan.
In fact, he knew Mo Shan a little bit, and this kind of person would never let go of any opportunity to embarrass him.
What's more, if he wins this battle, Mo Shan will naturally save his face. Even if he fails, he will be angry, so why not do it?
"As you wish!"
Ling Feng smiled lightly and stepped onto the ring in one step. The ring shook slightly for a moment, and a trace of dust flew up from the soles of Ling Feng's feet.
"I will beat you to a cripple!" Long Jue gritted his teeth.
"You are not qualified!"
Ling Feng pursed his lips and said, "I'm in a hurry, so let the top master of Mo Yunzong come on stage."
Then, he pointed at the disciples of Mo Yunzong, and finally his fingertips landed on a young man who was closing his eyes. The young man had an ordinary appearance, like a grain of dust buried in the dust.
However, Ling Feng just called for a fight.
"Pfft"
The crowd was silent at first, and then the disciples of Lingwu Academy burst into laughter. They thought that Ling Feng would face Long Jue when he came on stage, but who would have thought that he would have to fight against an unknown disciple.
Is this going to be a big fight, or just hitting a random disciple?!
However, none of the Mo Yunzong disciples smiled. Their expressions changed, even the elders of the Mo Yunzong were the same.
This was a secret that they only knew. This time Mo Yunzong came not only with the four major masters, but also with a final genius, who was the young man pointed by Ling Feng.
"Haha, that's interesting."
The young man slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that he was not meditating just now, but sleeping.
This puzzled many disciples of Lingwu Academy. How could he fall asleep during such a battle?
However, the disciple of Mo Yunzong was very calm. That young man was the strongest, and because he was strong, he did not dare to be interested in such a battle at all.
"But you have to defeat them first, otherwise you don't have the qualifications!" The young man smiled calmly, like a simple child, but in a loud tone.
"Well?!"
The laughter of the disciples of Lingwu Academy suddenly came, and their eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost.
"That boy is the strongest?!"
Even Li Jun, Ao Long and others stopped vomiting blood and looked incredulous.
They thought that the four Long Jue people were Mo Yunzong's trump cards this year, but who knew they were wrong, very wrong.
"Ling Feng can actually see that?"
Mo Shan was also shocked. Even he had ignored it before, but the elders of the inner sect and the spiritual academy could see it.
It's just that it's one thing to see it, but another thing to be able to defeat it.
"Is that so?"
Ling Feng touched his chin and said, "You guys can come together."
"Click"
There was a continuous sound of jaw dropping. Not only the disciples of Lingwu Academy, but also the disciples of Moyun Sect were stunned. This guy is crazy again.
"Haha, your courage is commendable. If you can defeat them, I will fight you."
The young man smiled softly and said in an old-fashioned way.
"Ling Feng, right? Your opponent is me!"
On the battle stage, Long Jue's face was gloomy. He was ignored by Ling Feng again and again. This was unbearable!
"Okay, let's start with you first."
Ling Feng was very disappointed. What he hoped most was to fight that boy and resolve the battle directly.
"court death!"
Long Jue was furious and his face turned ferocious. He had always ignored others, and no one had ever ignored him like this.
So, he got angry and punched out like raindrops, directly hitting Ling Feng.
"Bo"
A wave of air exploded, but... Ling Feng was gone.
"Huh?" Long Jue was startled and looked a little surprised.
Not only him, but also the people around him were shocked. Ling Feng's speed was too fast. They only saw an afterimage appearing behind Long Jue.
"Boy, you're too slow." Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and smiled, and tapped Long Jue with the big stick in his hand.
"kill!"
Long Jue trembled violently, turned over and came to kill him. Four warrior cyclones appeared directly, and suddenly merged into one, forming a bright handprint, and pressed towards Lingfeng.
"Whoosh"
However, Ling Feng dodged and disappeared again.
There is no doubt that this is the result of nine days of training. It is the speed that comes out of blood. He has completely mastered the Wind Chasing Step. Although in this state, the speed that can be exerted is very limited, but against Long Jue
But it's enough.
"Bo"
As a result, the handprint went straight towards the disciples of Mo Yunzong, and everyone was in a panic, and everyone retreated quickly.
That's a fourth-level warrior, and they can't resist it.
"break"
Suddenly, the young man clapped his palm lightly, forming a lightsaber and destroying the handprint.
It was only at this moment that the disciples of Lingwu Academy realized that that young man was the most terrifying one. He could have such power with just one palm. If he used his full strength to strike, the power would make them shudder just thinking about it.
"Okay, let's end it here."
Suddenly, a voice sounded lazily next to Long Jue's ears, and then a black stick was smashed down from the air.