The voices of those people were unabashed and spread throughout the battlefield. Elder Mo and the man in gray frowned slightly. Peacock Pavilion has become more and more arrogant in recent years. Even the master of the palace dared to comment.
"You are a bunch of idiots. If you are a late-stage spiritual master, would you dare to fight against a late-stage spiritual master monk?" Li looked at the group of Peacock Pavilion disciples with contempt on his face, "Trash like you who only know how to flatter others, can you actually do this?
To be able to enter the Ling Mansion is like God is blind."
"Boy, how dare you disrespect us?" The three old students who just spoke stared at Li at the same time, and one of them shouted sharply.
"Haha, why should I be respectful to you? You are my father or my mother. I am disrespectful to you, what? Come and hit me." Li stretched out his face shamelessly, "Come on.
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"You are seeking death." The old man was furious.
"Looking for death for your mother, you guys in Peacock Pavilion dare to be disrespectful to the Palace Master, so what if I'm disrespectful to you? I'm teaching you on behalf of the Palace Master what it means not to be disrespectful to your superiors. If the Palace Master hears what you just said
If so, do you think the master of the palace will expel you from Ling Mansion?"
Li smiled sinisterly and waved his hand.
"There are so many senior brothers and sisters here. Everyone has heard what you just said. If you dare to touch a hair on my head, I promise to get you out of the Ling Mansion."
"Haha, really?" The old man's eyes swept across the high platform. He wanted to say who dared to testify for him, but after seeing Elder Mo and the man in gray beside him, he swallowed the words that came to his lips.
Got in.
"It seems you haven't finished speaking yet." The man in gray looked at the old student and smiled lightly, but this smile made the old student feel cold all over.
"No...no, I have nothing to say, and I don't mean to be disrespectful to the Lord of the Palace."
"Do you know it yourself?" The man in gray suddenly stopped smiling, "Slap yourself twenty times, and then get out."
The old man's face was ugly, but he didn't move his hands. He just looked at Fang Yao aside.
"Situ Feng, don't go too far. Are you planning to go against Peacock Pavilion?" Fang Yao, who had always been calm and reserved, took a step forward with a strong coldness in her voice.
"Who are you? You dare to call me Situ Feng by my name?" Situ Feng looked at Fang Yao, an invisible aura welling up in his eyes.
Fang Yao's face changed drastically, her spiritual skills were running, a trace of black spiritual light that no one noticed came out of her eyes, boom, invisible sparks flashed in the air, Fang Yao took a step back, her face turned pale instantly.
"Do you want to do it yourself, or should I help you?"
Situ Feng looked at the old student again. Behind him, a layer of spiritual light appeared on Shangguan Le's body, and Liu Qianfeng's hand was already on the hilt of the sword.
The three qi machines were locked on his body, and the old student was horrified and frightened in his heart. Situ Feng, Shangguan Le, and Liu Qianfeng were all famous figures in the outer palace, especially Situ Feng, who could be compared with Peacock Pavilion Waige Pavilion.
A figure comparable to Li Huang.
If he doesn't open his mouth, once those three people take action, not to mention just Fang Yao, even if Li Huang comes in person, they won't be able to stop him.
The old student's face turned red and white, and he opened his mouth under the gaze of so many disciples. There is no doubt that he will become the laughing stock of the entire outer disciples in the future. Not only him, but also the Peacock Pavilion will be implicated and ridiculed.
He secretly circulated his spiritual power and clenched his fists.
"Okay, I'll slap you."
Huh, he shouted loudly, but suddenly his body shot backwards and flew towards the outside of the fighting battlefield. In a few moments, he appeared at the gate.
"Situ Feng, remember what happened today. When the Pavilion Master comes back, he will definitely make you look good." He left a harsh word and was about to leave, but a cold word suddenly appeared in his ears.
"where are you going?"
"You..." He turned around suddenly, only to see Situ Feng already standing at the entrance of the fighting battlefield, blocking his way.
Laosheng was shocked at what kind of speed this was. He crossed a distance of hundreds of meters silently, and he didn't even notice the other party's movement.
Bang, he felt a pain on his face, and his whole body flew backwards. He didn't even notice Situ Feng's movements.
"Situ Feng..."
Bang bang...a series of slapping sounds drowned out his words. The old students in the fighting field could only see the figure of the old student flying around uncontrollably, but Situ Feng always stood still.
The ground didn't move.
This scene was so strange and inexplicable that Zheng Yi and Han Yi in the fighting battlefield stopped and looked at what happened on the high platform.
Zheng Yi's face was gloomy, and his eyes were filled with anger.
"Situ Feng, very good, very good, remember, you slapped not only that good-for-nothing's face, but also my Peacock Pavilion's face."
Situ Feng, who was standing at the entrance of the fighting battlefield, took a step forward and suddenly returned to Elder Mo. He looked down at Zheng Yi. The invisible pressure suddenly dropped, making Zheng Yi's face turn pale. The pressure continued to increase.
, like the gaze of a wild beast.
Zheng Yi only felt that his body was heavy, like a huge mountain crashing down on his shoulders. The terrible pressure made it difficult for him to breathe, and his blood flow almost stopped.
His face was completely pale and bloodless. The anger in his eyes had turned into fear and disbelief.
How is this possible? Zheng Yi roared in his heart, obviously they are both at the peak of the late Ling Sect, how could there be such a big gap? How could it be?
"You are not qualified to say this yet. When Li Huang comes back, I want to ask him whether such an idiot who doesn't even look down on the palace master can really represent the Peacock Pavilion?"
"you......"
Boom, the aura and pressure coming from Situ Feng surged again. Zheng Yi was overwhelmed and was forced to kneel on one knee. The ground was covered with cracks.
"Don't be arrogant in the fighting battlefield." The old voice suddenly echoed in the fighting battlefield. Situ Feng's momentum instantly restrained and he held his hands in one direction.
"Yes, Elder Mu."
"Han Yi, the foreign competition will begin in half a year. Zhao Tian has broken through Lingzong and doubled his combat power. If you are still this strong, you will no longer be his opponent by then."
The old voice said lightly to Han Yi.
"Disciple understands that we are looking forward to the battle with Senior Brother Zhao." Han Yi nodded. Elder Mu's words shocked his heart. He did not expect that Zhao Tian could make such huge progress in such a short period of time.
You must know that although the strength he has shown now is not all, it is already better than more than 90% of the old students in Lingfu. However, a few months ago, Zhao Tian's strength was only the same as that of ordinary Lingzong disciples.
Elder Mu's words also shocked many old students. They did not expect that the disciple Zhao Tian, who had never been famous before, had actually reached such a height.
"Very good, let's win this gambling battle first." The old voice gradually became silent.