1623: C1623 Unconvinced

C1623 Unconvinced

Qingyan.

Third Elder Zhi Hong's senior disciple, who had inherited all of his Buddhist Cultivation Level, trained in the [Vajra Scripture] and was proficient in the Vajra Fist technique, Demon Subduing Vajra Fist.

After a trip to the Nether Sea and the consumption of Heart Lotus of the Sea, Qing Yan's cultivation had already approached the boundaries of an elder's strength.

This disciple was good in every way, except for one thing. He would go out to train everyday, and sometimes Zhi Hong wouldn't even know if this disciple was in the mountain or not.

Since Qing Yan was in the mountains, everything was fine.

Zhi Hong's eyes flashed fiercely.

Qing Xuan, Qing Feng, Qing Yu, and Qing Shan's consecutive defeats caused Zhi Hong's heart to choke. Could it be that my, Zhi Hong's, disciples were really that unbearable?

He couldn't even beat a Mortal cultivators?

"Humph!"

Zhi Hong flung his arms in anger.

Zhi Hong more or less understood the hidden rumors in the sect recently.

It just meant that he, as the Third Elder, was inferior to the Fourth Elder. If not for his seniority, how would he even have the face to be the Third Grand Elder of the Spirit Mountain Sect?

"This is simply going too far."

Sometimes, Zhi Hong could not help but think that this Qin Feng was not here just to slap his face. Otherwise, why would he appear at such a coincidental time?

"Hmph."

Qing Yan let out a cold snort and spread out his spiritual sense.

"Qingyan!"

He found Qing Yan, who was in the middle of the mountain and was near the peak, and immediately used his spiritual sense to communicate with him.

"Master?"

Upon hearing the sound transmission in his mind, Qing Yan, who was meditating in meditation, was startled. He then respectfully asked, "What's the matter?"

"Let's go down the mountain and teach this arrogant guy a lesson."

Zhi Hong said in a concise manner, then paused for a moment before continuing, "Qing Xuan, Qing Feng, Qing Yu, and Qingshan had all lost to him."

"Understood, Master, don't worry."

Qing Yan instantly understood the deep meaning behind Zhi Hong's words. He squinted his eyes and dispersed his consciousness.

"Qin Feng huh!"

Qingyan quickly understood the gist of the matter.

A cultivator of Mortal Realm, a brother of the Fourth Elder in her previous life.

"Very good."

Qing Yan nodded in satisfaction and stood up.

He was tall and well-built.

A pair of hands hung down, reaching up to his knees. It was unbelievably long, but it didn't seem to be thin at all. Instead, it gave off a terrifying feeling of strength.

"It just so happens that my Vajra Subduing Fist made a breakthrough."

Qing Yan curled up his fingers and clenched his fist. A fierce look flashed across his eyes.

Immediately, a terrifying aura emanated from Qing Yan.

In the next moment, Qing Yan's tall figure disappeared from where he stood.

Spirit Mountain Sect, yard at the foot of the mountain.

Qin Feng stood alone, leaving all the surrounding Spirit Mountain Sect Disciple speechless.

Qing Xuan lost. Qing Feng, Qing Yu and Qingshan also lost.

It was not that there were no people present who were stronger than Qing Feng and the other two in cultivation, but there was not a single person who could defeat them so easily.

Facing such a powerful Qin Feng, the disciples of Spirit Mountain Sect felt a stinging pain on their face.

"How dare you! Even if the Son of God is not here, when are you going to be so arrogant and despotic?"

The Spirit Mountain Sect disciple hatefully thought.

If it were not for the Menlan in five years, which caused Son of God and all the participating disciples to intensify their time, Qin Feng would have definitely been smashed to the ground a long time ago with no one to be found.

Thinking like this, these Spirit Mountain Sect Disciple were able to regain some face in their hearts.

"Brother Qin, let's go back."

Zhao Tiange laughed as he shook his head and looked at the forest around him, feeling sorrowful for the nearby Spirit Mountain Sect Disciple.

Finding trouble with Qin Feng was practically a crime.

"Alright."

Just as Qin Feng was about to turn back, a terrifying aura similar to the Demon Subduing Vajra rose up from the mountain in the distance.

"Who is it?"

Qin Feng could feel the aura coming towards him.

"Qingyan, it's Qingyan."

Sensing this aura, all the nearby Spirit Mountain Sect Disciple became excited.

"This is Qingyan, an existence that almost became a Son of God."

These Spirit Mountain Sect Disciple s all turned their heads.

A terrifying silhouette leisurely appeared in the middle of the forest.

"Eldest Brother."

Qing Xuan, Qing Feng, Qing Yu, and Qing Shan walked to the front of Qing Yan, their heads lowered in shame.

Qing Yan looked at the blood stains on Qing Feng's chest, his gaze turning cold.

"Are you alright?"

His voice was light, but it carried a powerful pressure.1

As Qing Yan spoke, all the surrounding Spirit Mountain Sect Disciple became silent.

"Don't worry, eldest senior brother."

Cold sweat emerged from Qing Feng's forehead.

"Hmph, it's fine?"

Qing Yan snorted coldly, flipped his hand and took out a pill the size of a sandalwood gem. "Eat it."

"Oh."

Qing Feng wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and secretly lifted his head to glance at Qing Yan's expression. Not daring to say more, he directly stuffed the entire pill that Qing Yan had passed to him into his mouth and sat down cross-legged.

"That's a Purple-Gold Great Recovery Pill."

Some disciples who recognized the pill in Qing Yan's hands speechlessly rolled their eyes.

A little injury like that could actually be healed with the Purple Gold Great Recovery Pill. How extravagant.

Of course, this person only thought about it and didn't dare to reveal what he was thinking.

The scene was silent. Everyone was waiting.

Qin Feng stopped in his tracks and stood there with a calm expression.

Zhao Tiange felt the gazes of reverence from the surrounding Spirit Mountain Sect Disciple, and said in a low voice, "It seems like a great figure has come."

Exactly, just by looking at the reaction of the surrounding Spirit Mountain Sect Disciple s, one would know.

"So what?"

Qin Feng raised the corner of his mouth and laughed lightly: "He's been bedridden for more than a month, and it's just right for him to move his muscles and bones. He hasn't even warmed up yet."

Qin Feng did not mind this at all.

When a dense cloud of smoke rose above Qing Feng's head, Qing Yan turned his head and asked: "Qin Feng?"

His voice was clear and cold, and the words that came out of his mouth carried an awe-inspiring, yet not angry, aura. Even though it was a question, it carried absolute certainty.

"What is it?"

Qin Feng asked disapprovingly.

This bit of imposing aura was not enough to make Qin Feng change his expression.

"I heard that Sir defeated Lianhua Sect Feng Wuhuang in Fetal Reservoir Realm, causing your cultivation to become even more powerful. I am not talented, and wanted to experience Sir's brilliance."

"At the same time, I want to tell you that this is the Spirit Mountain Sect and that you are not allowed to act so arrogantly."

Qing Yan cupped his hands in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"That's good."

Qin Feng laughed, then said indifferently: "It's just right, I also want to see the methods of Spirit Mountain Sect's disciple."

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