The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

　　 "It's the little son of the Long Family, Long Qitian!"

　　 "It is said that he reached the fifth level of refining qi at the age of sixteen. He is also a genius, but he has never joined the martial arts."

　　 "The ancestor of the Long Family is the Ninth Refining Qi, the whole family is equivalent to the middle school, where do you need to join other schools?"

　　 "But didn't he claim to be joining the Misty faction?"

　　 "People must have taken a fancy to the two female disciples of the ethereal school. I really don't have the eyes to see!"

　　 The people who were in the line were all scattered, afraid to appear within ten meters.

　　 However, the whispers have spread.

　　 Ye Feng heard these words, and suddenly found that Long Qitian was looking at Li Jiaojiao and Mo Ying, with light in his eyes.

　　 Li Jiaojiao is so beautiful that she is 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 high-cold temperament.

　　 Don't talk about Long Qitian, even Ye Feng, regardless of his appearance, feels that this figure is perfect.

　　 There was a "pop".

　　 Long Qitian patted five low-grade spirit stones on the table and proudly said:

　　 "From today onwards, this son is the master brother of the ethereal school, and everyone else will greet me when they see me. Especially these two beautiful seniors, they have to serve me every day."

　　 Ye Feng looked at Long Qitian like a fool.

　　 For such an impure person, even if he is killed, he will not enter the martial arts.

　　 "Improper mind, poor character, not meeting the requirements." At this time, even the system popped out to prompt.

　　 Ye Feng found out that the dog system and himself were speculative for the first time, but he refused Dragon 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 or Long Aotian, or Zhao Ritian, we won't accept it, so let's stay cool."

　　 "Do you dare to refuse me?"

　　 Long Qitian widened his eyes and was very annoyed.

　　 Seeing this, Ye Feng's secret path practice world does not lack this kind of sand sculpture villain.

　　 But he didn't worry about Dragon Qitian's revenge, after all, he was the head of the regular sect who was sheltered by the City Lord's Mansion.

　　 If you are afraid of even the younger generation of a family, how can you gain a foothold?

　　 "Have you ever been rejected?" Ye Feng raised his eyelids and pointed to the smelly water ditch in the distance, "By the way, it's cooler over there."

　　 "No one in this world has dared to refuse this son, you are the first one!"

　　 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, he stopped one foot from the top of Ye Feng's head. Because Long Qitian was stopped by the two guards behind him.

　　 "Young Master, this is the head of the Misty faction. You can't fight it. You can make trouble in the City Lord's Mansion, but it won't end well."

　　 A guard said in a deep voice.

"good."

　　 Another guard also said.

　　 Ye Feng raised his eyebrows: "The two guards of feelings are not here to protect you, but to prevent you from provoking someone you can't provoke."

　　 "Fart, the inferior sect leader, I can't afford to drag him?"

　　 Long Qitian shook off the hands of the two guards and pointed to Ye Feng's nose, "You really think that Lord Master dare not hit you?"

　　 "Then you are fighting!"

　　 Ye Feng spread his hands, nonchalantly.

　　 If he was really hit, he would immediately fall to the ground and couldn't get up without a hundred spiritual stones.

　　 "In the early days of Zongmen's entrepreneurship, I, as the head, must work hard for the welfare of the Zongmen." Ye Feng planned secretly in his heart, and looked forward to Long Qitian's call.

　　 When Long Qitian heard Ye Feng's words, he raised his hand in anger, but when he thought that if he hit Ye Feng, his family dividend would be deducted until next year.

　　 So, he withdrew his hand.

　　 Seeing that Long Qitian didn't do anything, Shi Lei and other disciples of the ethereal faction who were about to make a move also breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 However, in order not to lose face, Long Qitian thought of a sorrow operation, pointed to his nose, and sneered at Ye Feng:

　　 "I won't hit you, but, do you dare to hit me? My son is standing here, you're hitting!"

　　 From Long Qitian's point of view, Ye Feng couldn't beat himself, so the two sides would be considered a tie.

　　His face was naturally saved.

　　 Ye Feng's eyes were round when he heard this.

　　 My god!

　　 There are such outrageous demands?

boom!

　　 A hard straight punch hit Long Qitian's nose, and the nosebleed was sprayed out.

　　 Long Qitian retreated two steps, stunned.

　　 Others are also dumbfounded.

　　 Ye Feng really dare to fight?

　　 "Everyone has heard that it was Long Qitian who asked the boss to beat him. I have lived for twenty years, but I have never heard such a strange request."

　　 Ye Feng spread his hands and said.

　　 Long Qitian wiped off his nosebleeds, trembling with anger, pointed at Ye Feng and cursed:

　　 "You...you hit me?"

"it is good!"

　　 Ye Feng didn't care whether it was an interrogative sentence or a request sentence, so he shouted and rushed forward.

　　Straight punches, uppercuts, white cranes spreading wings, imaginary steps and palms, lunges kicking, looking back...

　　 A set of long punches went down, and Long Qitian was beaten and his face was bruised and swollen, and he fell to the ground.

　　 He was just skin traumatized, but the whole person was dumbfounded.

　　 Long Qitian didn't believe that Ye Feng dared to hit him, and he had fifteen consecutive moves in such a vigorous fight.

　　 The others are also dumbfounded.

　　 "Ye Zhangmen, please stop!"

　　 The two guards of the Long’s house immediately blocked Ye Feng, “It was our little son who ran into the door of Ye Zhang.

　　 Ye Feng was a little bit unhappy: "Or, let Young Master Long hit me, and then just pay me ten low-grade spirit stones... Hey, don't go, five yuan is fine!"

　　 "Farewell!"

　　 The two guards flicked their eyelids, and quickly set up Dragon Qitian from the left and right, and dragged them away from Baizong Square.

　　 "Ye Feng, what happened today, I, Long Qitian remembered... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　　 Long Qitian hadn't finished speaking, but a weird voice came out, as if his mouth was gagged by smelly socks.

　　 "Why is the Long Family's guard a little scared of me?" Ye Feng looked at the direction where Long Qitian and his party disappeared, feeling a little strange in his heart.

　　 "Master Master, do you really dare to fight?"

　　 Li Jiaojiao waited for the disciples to come back to her senses.

　　 Mo Ying, who was standing not far away, looked at Ye Feng, her eyes full of surprise behind Hei Sha.

　　 "Isn't this guy a mortal? When he fisted just now, his physique looked very strong, and he actually gave me the feeling of the nine peaks of Qi refining...Is it an illusion?"

　　 Mo Ying was very puzzled.

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　　 "Ahem! Don't panic about what happened just now, we are very reasonable, young people, and welcome people with lofty ideals to join."

　　 Ye Feng sat back down again, and began to greet 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 grudges with the Misty faction, they just watched and didn't dare to join.

　　 This scene made Ye Feng a little worried.

　　...

　　The main hall of the dragon family.

　　 "Father, you see, this is all played by Ye Feng, the head of the ethereal faction, so old."

　　 Long Qitian knelt on the ground, crying to a mature and stable middle-aged man sitting in the main seat.

　　 This person is Long Qitian's father, Long Zhenchuan.

　　 The lord of the Long Family of White Floating City, Qi refining eightfold cultivation base.

　　 Long Zhenchuan glanced at Long Qitian and said, "Well, it's really miserable. If I come back later, my injuries have recovered."

　　 Ryuki Tian: "..."

　　 He wanted to ask, from which mountain valley he picked it up.

　　 Otherwise, can my father say such a thing?

　　 "The Misty faction was named by Deacon Zhou Jiaqian. It is considered to be a faction of the Zhou family. Our Long family should not provoke them for the time being. Okay, let's go on!"

　　 Long Zhenchuan waved his big hand, a gust of wind swept through, and Long Qitian was already blown out of the hall.

　　 "You two, come here!"

　　 Long Zhenchuan put down his tea cup and shouted.

　　 His voice is majestic and a bit gloomy.

　　 The two guards hurriedly walked in and knelt on the ground, not daring to take a breath.