1008: C1008 The Purple Cloud Sect's Provoke

C1008 The Purple Cloud Sect's Provoke

The sky was clear and the birds were tired.

In the sky above the vast forest, a huge Cyan Bird suddenly flapped its wings and flew, setting off a gale.

In the forest, many demon beasts were fleeing in panic.

There were also a few demonic beasts that were trembling as they lay prone on the ground.

Although the Cyan Bird was relatively docile, its mountain-like aura caused the expressions of ordinary demonic beasts to change upon hearing it.

Right on top of the Cyan Bird, Medicine King Sect's Ancestor Wang Chuan stood with his hands behind his back.

Elder Zhang Qin and the others, who were standing respectfully behind Wang Chuan, didn't say anything.

"We're already at the Heavenly Crystal Forest. In another three thousand kilometers, we'll reach the Feng Chi City …"

Wang Chuan muttered, "I'm really looking forward to it!"

Zhang Qin and the rest looked at each other and turned around to look at the group of disciples behind them.

At this moment, this group of disciples was immersed in their studies.

Only Ye Chenfeng and Lil 'White were sleeping soundly in a corner.

Zhang Qin and the rest also had smiles on their faces.

It was indeed something to look forward to...

With Grandmaster Feng watching over the Drug Refinery Conference, the Medicine King Sect will definitely shine!

Just as the Medicine King Sect's old men were shaking their heads, Wang Chuan turned around and subconsciously looked at Ye Chenfeng, who was sleeping soundly in the corner.

Zhang Qin followed Wang Chuan's gaze and immediately smiled bitterly.

Out of the sixty over disciples, this fellow had been studying hard day and night. Only he was sleeping every day.

But then again, this kid's talent in alchemy is a bit poor, but his talent in martial arts is high …

He had already reached the Nirvana stage at such a young age. This was unprecedented in the entire Southern Wasteland.

A genius like him did indeed have the right to sleep every day.

"I wonder what reason this brat used to convince Grand Preceptor's uncle …" Logically speaking, Grand Preceptor's uncle should not have left such an unknown, powerful person in the Medicine King Sect … "

Zhang Qin couldn't help but frown as he thought to himself, "Could this guy be related to Grandmaster Feng?"

He had just thought of this …

Wang Chuan, who was at the front, suddenly shouted, "Be careful!"

The next moment...

The sky suddenly darkened!

A huge eight-legged newt suddenly scuttled across the sky above the Cyan Bird with an extremely fast speed!

"Ruthlessness!"

The Cyan Bird was frightened, its body abruptly tilted to the right and rapidly dropped down!

The Medicine King Sect members on the Cyan Bird felt the sky spin and the earth spin. Other than a few strong individuals, most of the people were in a state of turmoil.

On the back of the Cyan Bird, Ye Chenfeng, who was in the corner, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hahahahaha!"

Sounds of wild laughter came from the back of the eight-legged newt in front of him.

The faces of all the Medicine King Sect members on the back of the Cyan Bird turned ashen!

The Eight-footed Salamander slowed down, lowered its speed, and flew parallel to the Cyan Bird.

On the back of the Eight-footed Salamander was a large group of people, who were currently pointing and pointing at the Medicine Sect.

"Yo, this is the Medicine King Sect from the Southern Wasteland? With such a large group of people riding one Cyan Bird, wouldn't they be too crowded? "

"A third-rate sect that came from a remote village dares to call themselves the Medicine King bloodline, and gave themselves the title of 'Medicine King Sect'?" Pill King? It's simply a joke! "

"These country bumpkins, they were scared half to death by the Eight-footed Salamander just now!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Waves of laughter sounded out, and the expressions of the Medicine King Sect members on the Cyan Bird became even uglier.

Ye Chenfeng, on the other hand, looked at the banner on the back of the eight-legged newt and smiled.

He saw that the banner was completely blue with a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on it. On the back of the golden dragon was a purple cauldron that had three large golden words embroidered on it …

"Violet Cloud Sect!"

The sect that the Medicine King, Zhao Wuji, had passed down!

Five hundred years ago, this Violet Cloud Sect was already extremely famous, and was known as the Emperor of the Northern Wasteland Alchemy Sect!

Five hundred years ago, the Pill King Zhao Wuji went to the Eastern Desolation to challenge the Pill King Ye Chenfeng. He was defeated three times, and in the end, he returned to the Northern Wasteland with a face full of dust, never to appear again!

Ye Chenfeng couldn't help but sneer when he thought of those past events.

The Medicine King, Zhao Wuji, could not even fight back against him.

The current Violet Cloud Sect was treating the Medicine King Sect as a "countryside bumpkin" to tease them!

Just as Ye Chenfeng was sneering, Wang Chuan, who was on top of the Cyan Bird, snorted coldly and said: "As a famous Alchemy Sect in the Northern Wasteland, don't you think it's a little too much to tease my Medicine King Sect like this?"

The noise died down a little.

On the Eight-footed Salamander's back, an old man with a head full of white hair had his hands behind his back. He looked at Wang Chuan indifferently and said coldly: "The beast under your feet is unscathed, how can you blame it on our Violet Cloud Sect?"

The people from the Medicine King Sect were enraged!

The old man reached out his hand to stroke his beard and said, "We are all alchemists, don't blame me for speaking so harshly …"

"Your Medicine King Sect doesn't have the Medicine King's legacy, but calls yourself the Medicine King's bloodline. You don't have the qualifications to enter the Drug Refinery Conference."

"Even if we go to Drug Refinery Conference, it would just be a disgrace."

"I think it's better for all of you to return early so that you don't be ridiculed by the world!"

"You …" Wang Chuan was so angry that his face turned red and he couldn't say a word.

It was normal for alchemists to look down on each other when they said that they were enemies when they were in the same profession.1

However, this was the first time he'd heard of a drug refining sect being so arrogantly and arrogantly insulted another!

"You're all too arrogant!"

Wang Chuan's hair stood on end as he coldly said: "I give you a foot, but you bully me a foot. Do you really think that the Violet Cloud Sect is that amazing?"

"You're right." The old man from Violet Cloud Sect smiled and nodded: "Our Violet Cloud Sect is indeed extraordinary."

"To put it bluntly, a third-rate sect like your Medicine King Sect is unworthy of even carrying shoes for our Violet Cloud Sect."

On the back of the eight-legged newt, hundreds of people laughed in unison. The sound of their laughter shook the sky!

Wang Chuan was about to retort, but Ye Chenfeng's slightly lazy voice came from behind him, "Why are you wasting time with a bunch of idiots like them?"

Wang Chuan's expression turned cold and straightened. "Uncle-master is here …"

As for the people on the Violet Cloud Sect's side, their faces revealed murderous intent as they roared: "Where did this little bastard come from, daring to call us idiots?! Grab him and break his legs! "

Ye Chenfeng slowly walked to Wang Chuan with a blade of grass in his mouth. He looked at the Eight-footed Salamander and said, "Apologize and slap yourself until I'm satisfied."

On the back of the Eight-footed Salamander, the old man who had spoken earlier was stunned for a moment. With a smile that was not a smile, he said, "Are you talking to this old man?"

"No." Ye Chenfeng shook his head and said: "I am talking to all of you Violet Cloud Sect people, I want all of you to apologize and slap your faces together."

The group of Violet Cloud Sect all looked as if they had seen something unbelievable, and their faces revealed expressions of disbelief.

How many years has it been …

Ever since the Violet Cloud Sect's founding ancestor and Zhao Wuji became the Medicine King, even the envoys of the Sacred Domain did not dare to be impudent!

A junior from a third-rate sect dared to say such words to them!

The Violet Cloud Sect Elder was so angry that he laughed instead: "I originally didn't want to bully a small third-rate sect like yours, because that would ruin my reputation. However, you have successfully aroused my anger …"

"Very well, your Medicine King Sect will kneel down and slap yourselves until I am satisfied."

"Otherwise, from today onwards, the Medicine King Sect will no longer exist in the Southern Wasteland."

A wave of pressure came from the back of the Eight-footed Salamander, enveloping the entire Cyan Bird.

The Cyan Bird let out a wail, as if it was pressed down by a huge mountain. It actually couldn't bear it any longer and began to fall down!

"Bastard!" The Medicine King Sect member on the back of the Cyan Bird flew into a rage!

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There would be another chapter later.

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