Immemorial War God

With that, Yu Zicang turned and walked toward Mo Feng, his eyes completely red. To be suppressed by a trash, and to be looked down upon by his own woman?    

    

"Hmph."    

    

Ming Feng Qing snorted coldly, her hands folded across her chest, waiting to see a good show. A trace of malice flashed past her eyes as she looked at Mo Feng.    

    

"Mo Feng, what qualifications do you have to be so dismissive of me!"    

    

"Yu Zicang is crazy!" The surrounding people were all shocked when they saw Yu Zicang's actions. Disregarding the relationship between Mo Feng and the Master Liao, just the fact that they were not allowed to cause trouble in the Warrior Pavilion was more than enough for Yu Zicang to drink a pot today.    

    

"Yu Zicang, what are you doing?" Mo Feng said indifferently when he saw Yu Zicang walking over.    

    

"What for?" Yu Zicang's face was sinister, why are you asking him? He pulled up his sleeves and rushed towards Mo Feng.    

    

"Trash, you shouldn't have appeared here!"    

    

"Is that so?"    

    

A cold light flashed across Mo Feng's eyes. Yu Zicang's cultivation was at the third level of stellar state. Although he could not win, it did not mean that he did not have the strength to fight.    

    

"Yu Zicang, what are you doing!"    

    

Suddenly, a loud shout came out. Yu Zicang's movements were not stopped, the anger in his heart overflowing to the heavens, it didn't matter who it was!    

    

"Yu Zicang, you're courting death!"    

    

The roar continued, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and a sense of impending doom overwhelmed him. Taking a closer look, his face turned deathly pale.    

    

"Master Liao!"    

    

Zi Cang suddenly stopped his attack, and instantly received heavy injuries from the backlash, blood flowing out of his mouth.    

    

"Yu Zicang, you sure are brave!" Master Liao's face was cold as he slowly raised his hand.    

    

"No, no, Master Liao, listen to me …"    

    

"Bam!"    

    

Yu Zicang tried to explain in panic, but Master Liao did not give him the chance, he directly sent him flying with a palm!    

    

"Ah!"    

    

Screams came from far away, as Yu Zicang smashed onto the soldier platform, his entire body was covered in blood, and blood kept on flowing out of his mouth.    

    

"Hiss!"    

    

Everyone trembled when they saw this. This was too ruthless. Turning his head to look at Mo Feng, his expression changed yet again. With Master Liao personally taking action, the relationship between the two was probably even better than what they had imagined.    

    

"Mo Feng, are you alright?" Master Liao glanced at Yu Zicang, gave a cold snort, and turned his head to ask Mo Feng a concerned question.    

    

Mo Feng shrugged his shoulders, what could possibly happen to him? Master Liao nodded slightly, his lips moved slightly.    

    

"Mo Feng, you can't be rash. The sect has its own arrangements after all, and now that you're back, you should cultivate properly and not think about anything else."    

    

Mo Feng nodded his head slightly. No wonder he was able to make a move in time, it was to remind him, but Master Liao had to put in a lot of effort.    

    

"Alright." Nodding slightly, he cupped his fists towards Master Liao and turned to leave.    

    

Master Liao looked at Mo Feng's back, turned his head towards Yu Zicang, and coldly snorted:    

    

"He's not dead yet, right?"    

    

Yu Zicang struggled to stand up, his face covered in blood, not daring to wipe it.    

    

"Yu Zicang, I heard you were competing with Mo Feng for a war axe a few days ago?"    

    

Yu Zicang's heart trembled, why did he suddenly mention this? When Mo Feng and Master Liao left that day, the matter regarding the axe was left untouched. He immediately left. Ye Zichen nodded blankly.    

    

"Since that's the case, I'll buy it after bidding. I'll go to the counter and hand over my star stones as well as the contribution points!" The Master Liao roared, causing Yu Zicang to be instantly dumbstruck. Not only was he seriously injured, he even had to pay a price to buy a battle axe that he did not even need!    

    

However, Master Liao had already spoken, so they could only follow his orders, and turn around as if they were his father, wanting to hand over their star stones and contribution points.    

    

His steps paused, and when he saw Ming Fengqing standing there in a daze, his anger could not help but rise as he loudly cursed:    

    

"Lowly person, are you happy now?"    

    

If he wasn't seriously injured, he would definitely rush forward to give Ming Fengqing a fierce slap because of her. Otherwise, he wouldn't have fallen to such a state!    

    

Ming Fengqing recovered from her shock and watched Mo Feng's figure as he walked down the stairs, biting her lips. She never thought that the Master Liao would personally take action. Everyone knew the character of the Master Liao. Regret emerged uncontrollably from his heart. Looking at the furious Yu Zicang, he snorted coldly and turned around to walk down.    

    

"Not even a piece of trash, useless trash!"    

    

"You!"    

    

Looking at Ming Feng Qing's back, Yu Zicang angrily glared at her, pointed at her and spat another mouthful of blood, then fell onto the ground, unconscious.    

    

"Useless thing." Master Liao gave Yu Zicang a disdainful glance before turning to head upstairs. However, his footsteps paused, and he coldly said as he looked at the disciple whose face was still swollen even though he was fooling around.    

    

"You, scram!"    

    

"Huh?"    

    

The disciple raised his head to look at Master Liao and saw that he had turned around and was walking up the stairs. He was only an outer disciple. If he lost his status as a disciple of the Warrior Pavilion, then he would lose a huge income. Furthermore, he would have offended the Master Liao.    

    

"Mo Feng, you shouldn't have provoked Mo Feng!"    

    

The spectators on the second level all shook their heads, their expressions filled with complicated emotions.    

    

Mo Feng walked to the first floor and shook his head with a smile. He had seen all of Master Liao's actions, all of them were for him to see, to express his sincerity and care, which could be considered as him owing Master Liao a favor.    

    

He didn't care that much as he walked out of the pavilion and headed towards the inner sect disciples' peak.    

    

"Bang!"    

    

He had just arrived at the peak of the inner disciples' mountain and hadn't even stepped onto it when a shadow rolled down and fell in front of him.    

    

"Luo Yuyi, I will fuck you!" The man staggered to his feet, spat out a mouthful of yellow mud and was about to charge forward.    

    

"Senior?"    

    

A flabbergasted voice sounded from behind. The person was stunned for a moment before turning around, and a familiar face appeared before him.    

    

"Little Feng?"    

    

"Senior apprentice-brother Xu."    

    

Seeing him, Mo Feng's mouth formed a smile, and nodded.    

    

"Heh."    

    

Looking at Mo Feng, Yangjing Yu felt awkward. Wiping away the mud on his face, Mo Feng felt embarrassed to see Mo Feng in such a sorry state.    

    

"Feng, I heard you came back, and I went to your cave to look for you. Where did you go?" "I just came back, so I can't wander around. I wonder if you've come to visit me. Did you forget about me, this senior?" He suppressed the embarrassment in his heart and said.    

    

Mo Feng smiled as he shook his head. He felt warmth in his heart, Yangjing was his former seniors and juniors, and his relationship with the Elder Ye was also the best, but he didn't expect that he would still be the same as before when he returned.    

    

"Shixiong Liu, I've only been back for a few days and I haven't been busy yet, I've really made you think of me."    

    

"Hey, Feng, it's good that you're back. In the future, we Senior and Junior Brothers will continue to stir up trouble in the sect!" He smiled and said, with a kind of unrestrained feeling.    

    

"Alright." Mo Feng slightly nodded his head. He was a very optimistic person, and it was very easy for his emotions to be influenced by him.    

    

"Oh, Yangjing Yu, why did you start chatting with a trash junior brother like me? Trash sees trash, and we appreciate each other!"    

    

At this moment, an unsuitable sneer sounded, instantly breaking the atmosphere.