"It's the young master of the Long family, Long Qitian!"
"It is said that he reached the fifth level of Qi Refining at the age of sixteen. He is considered a genius, but he has never joined the sect."
"The ancestor of the Long family is at the ninth level of Qi refining. The entire family is equivalent to a mid-level sect. Why do we need to join other sects?"
"But didn't he claim to join the Piaomiao Sect?"
"I must have fallen in love with the two female disciples of the Miao Miao Sect. I really have no vision!"
All the people who were originally queuing dispersed, not daring to appear within ten meters.
But the whispers had already spread.
After Ye Feng heard these words, he immediately noticed that Long Qitian was looking at Li Jiaojiao and Mo Ying, his eyes shining brightly.
Li Jiaojiao was pretty and pretty, much better than the two vulgar fans beside Long Qitian.
As for Mo Ying, although she is wearing a black gauze hat, her figure is graceful and graceful, and she has a cold temperament.
Not to mention Long Qitian, even Ye Feng thinks this figure is perfect regardless of appearance.
There was a "pop" sound.
Long Qitian slapped five low-grade spiritual stones on the table and said proudly:
"From today on, I am the senior brother of the Miao Miao Sect. Everyone else will greet me when they see me. Especially these two beautiful junior sisters, they have to serve me every day."
Ye Feng looked at Long Qitian as if he were a fool.
For such a person with an impure mind, even if he is beaten to death, he will not be accepted into the sect.
"Improper intentions, poor character, and does not meet the requirements." At this time, even the system popped up a prompt.
For the first time, Ye Feng discovered that the dog system was very compatible with him, and he actually rejected Long Qitian at the same time.
So, Ye Feng pointed to the five spiritual stones on the table and said seriously:
"I don't care if you are Long Qitian, Long Aotian, or Zhao Ritian, our Piao Miao Sect won't accept you. You can stay where you are."
"You dare to refuse me?"
Long Qitian's eyes widened and he was very annoyed.
Seeing this, Ye Feng found that there was no shortage of such villains in the secret cultivation world.
But he is not worried about Long Qitian's revenge. After all, he is the head of a regular sect protected by the city lord's palace.
If you are afraid of even the younger generations of a family, how can you gain a foothold?
"Have you never been rejected?" Ye Feng raised his eyelids and pointed to the smelly ditch in the distance, "Right? It's cooler over there."
"No one in this world has dared to refuse me, you are the first!"
Long Qitian pushed with both hands, and the two vulgar fans in his arms were pushed to the ground.
He stepped forward, his fist already raised.
However, it stopped one foot away from Ye Feng's head. Because Long Qitian was stopped by the two guards behind him.
"Young Master, is this the leader of the Miao Miao Sect? Can't you fight him? It won't end well if he goes to the City Lord's Mansion."
A guard said solemnly.
"good."
Another guard also said.
Ye Feng raised his eyebrows: "Aren't these two emotional guards here to protect you? They are here to prevent you from provoking people you shouldn't provoke."
"Fart, you're just the leader of a low-class sect? I, Long Qitian, can't afford to offend him?"
Long Qitian shook off the hands of the two guards and pointed at Ye Feng's nose, "Do you really think that I don't dare to hit you?"
"Then you should fight!"
Ye Feng spread his hands and didn't care.
What if he was really beaten? He would fall to the ground immediately. He wouldn't be able to get up without a hundred spiritual stones.
"In the early days of the sect's establishment, as the leader, I must work hard to benefit the sect." Ye Feng secretly planned in his heart, looking forward to Long Qitian coming to fight.
When Long Qitian heard Ye Feng's words, he raised his hands in anger. But when he thought about beating Ye Feng, his family's dividends would be withheld until next year.
So? He took back his hand.
Seeing that Long Qitian didn't take action, Shi Lei and other Piaomiao Sect disciples who were about to take action also breathed a sigh of relief.
However, in order not to lose face, Long Qitian thought of a cool move, pointed at his nose, and sneered at Ye Feng:
"I won't hit you, but? Do you dare to hit me? I am standing here, but you should hit me!"
In Long Qitian's view, it was impossible for Ye Feng to hit him, so the two sides could be considered a draw.
His face was naturally saved.
When Ye Feng heard this, his eyes widened.
Oh my God!
Is there such an outrageous request?
boom!
A hard straight punch hit Long Qitian's nose, causing blood to spurt out.
Long Qitian took two steps back, confused.
Others were also confused.
Ye Feng really dares to fight?
"Everyone has heard it. It was Long Qitian who asked me to beat him. I, Ye, have lived for twenty years, but I have never heard such a strange request."
Ye Feng spread his hands and said.
Long Qitian wiped away the nosebleed, trembling with anger, pointed at Ye Feng and cursed:
"You...you hit me?"
"good!"
Ye Feng didn't care whether it was a question or a request, he shouted and rushed forward.
Straight punch, uppercut, white crane spreading its wings, empty step and showing palms, lunging and kicking, looking back and digging...
After a set of long punches, Long Qitian was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he fell to the ground.
He only had superficial injuries, but he was completely stunned.
Long Qitian didn't believe that Ye Feng dared to hit him, and he was fighting so vigorously that he had already hit him fifteen times in a row.
Everyone else was also dumbfounded.
"Master Ye, please stop!"
Two guards from the Long family immediately stood in front of Ye Feng, "It was our young master who collided with Master Ye just now. You also hit him. How about letting this matter be revealed?"
Ye Feng was a little dissatisfied: "How about you let Mr. Long hit me, and then just pay me ten yuan of low-grade spiritual stones... Hey, don't leave, five yuan is fine!"
"Farewell!"
The two guards' eyelids trembled, and they quickly picked up Long Qitian from the left and right and dragged him outside Baizong Square.
"Ye Feng, I, Long Qitian, will remember what happened today... Uh-huh!"
Before Long Qitian finished speaking, a strange sound came out, as if his mouth was stuffed with smelly socks.
"Why do the guards of the Long family look a little afraid of me?" Ye Feng looked at the direction in which Long Qitian and his party disappeared, feeling a little strange in his heart.
"Uncle Master, do you really dare to fight?"
Only then did Li Jiaojiao and the other disciples come to their senses.
Mo Ying, who was standing not far away, looked at Ye Feng, her eyes behind the black veil full of surprise.
"Isn't this guy a mortal? When we were boxing just now, his physique looked very strong. It actually gave me the feeling of being at the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining... Is it an illusion?"
Mo Ying was very confused.
After a practitioner enters the realm of Qi refining, spiritual energy circulates in the meridians day and night, nourishing the physical body.
The higher the level of cultivation, the older you are, and the longer your body has been tempered, the stronger it will be. Even though some elderly practitioners are very thin, their strength is amazing.
This is the benefit of being nourished by spiritual energy.
"Ahem! You don't need to panic about what happened just now. Our Piao Miao sect is very reasonable, and we welcome people with lofty ideals to join us."
Ye Feng sat back down and started calling people around him to sign up.
After what happened just now, many people looked sideways at Ye Feng, but considering that the Long family might have a grudge against the Piaomiao faction, they just watched and did not dare to join.
This scene made Ye Feng a little worried.
…
The main hall of the Long family.
"Dad, look, this is all because of Ye Feng, the leader of the Miao Miao Sect. I'm in such a miserable state."
Long Qitian knelt on the ground and cried to a mature and steady middle-aged man sitting in the main seat.
This person is Long Qitian’s father, Long Zhenchuan.
The head of the Long Family in Baifu City, he is at the eighth level of Qi Refining.
Long Zhenchuan glanced at Long Qitian and said, "Well, it's indeed quite miserable. If you come back later, your injuries will have recovered."
Long Qitian: "..."
He really wanted to ask which mountain nook he picked it up from.
Otherwise, how could my biological father say such a thing?
"The Piaomiao faction has been named by Deacon Zhou Jiaqian, and they are regarded as the Zhou family's faction. We, the Long family, should not provoke them for the time being. Okay, let's go down!"
Long Zhenchuan waved his hand, a strong wind swept across, and Long Qitian was blown out of the hall.
"You two, come here!"
Long Zhenchuan put down his tea cup and shouted.
His voice was majestic and somewhat gloomy.
The two guards walked in quickly and knelt on the ground, not daring to take a breath.