862: C862 old dog

C862 old dog

"What?!" When Ning Lin heard it, his face immediately flushed red with anger, looking sinister!

"Damn it, aren't you going a bit too far?" Ning Lin clenched his teeth, but did not dare to flare up.

"One!" The corner of Yang Liefeng's mouth curled up, looking down on and torturing Ning Lin, and didn't pay too much attention to him.

"You!" Seeing that Yang Liefeng was not responding him and was calling out the number directly, Ning Lin was anxious and angry.

"Two!" Yang Liefeng continued to shout.

Ning Lin's face was filled with panic, his mind buzzing, he did not have time to think further, a sense of fear rose in his heart, but just as Yang Liefeng was about to shout the third time, Ning Lin immediately shouted: "I am an old dog, I am an old dog, Woof woof woof woof woof!"

"Haha, I've finally admitted to it!" Looking at Ning Lin, Yang Liefeng could not help but laugh out loud, as he jokingly said.

"You ?" Just now, when he was panicked, Ning Lin's mind was also blank. He couldn't think too much and could only do as Yang Liefeng said. After calming down, his heart was filled with anger and he felt like he had received a huge insult.

Alright, since you admit that you are an old dog, and are barking like a dog, I, Yang Liefeng, will keep my promise and not make things difficult for you, I will leave first. Yang Liefeng smiled playfully, turned, and left.

"Dammit, dammit!"

Just as Yang Liefeng's feet left Ning Lin's courtyard, a roar filled with anger and hatred sounded from within.

The night breeze was chilly and the silver moon hung high in the sky.

The corner of Yang Liefeng's mouth curled up in a happy smile. On the way back to the eleventh summit of the outer sect, he was in an extremely good mood.

This Ning Lin, who was targeting his father before, was using his position and position to make things difficult for him, but previously, he did not have enough strength or the opportunity to take care of Ning Lin, and now, he was not strong enough, but this opportunity had come, and using it, Yang Liefeng was able to humiliate Ning Lin, and vent the anger in his heart!

That's right, Yang Liefeng was using the 'protective god' in the dark, Elder Zheng Heng!

If Yang Liefeng came to look for Ning Lin, if he was killed by him, the suspect would naturally be Elder Zheng Heng, of course, he would also want to use some form of evidence like that, to leave behind the evidence that Ning Lin was killed by him, to prove his innocence. But, after thinking about it, Elder Zheng Heng felt that if he did that, he would be unable to erase his suspicions, and it should be known that the moment he did that, his position as an elder of a sect would be exposed.

There was no need to talk about evidence in this matter. As long as there was even the slightest bit of suspicion, it would affect him greatly!

So, in the end, no matter how he thought about it, he could only helplessly accept the fact that Yang Liefeng was still safe!

However, this matter had made him feel both stifled and infuriated.

Especially after Yang Liefeng had told him that the person protecting him would obey his orders, and that he would do whatever he wanted, this made the Elder Zheng Heng have the impulse to rush out and kill Yang Liefeng. He was a dignified elder of the Howling Firmament Sect, but was actually used by an outer disciple as such, this was extremely hard to swallow.

And Yang Liefeng had taken all of this into consideration, and properly grasped the situation, thus ensuring that nothing would happen to him.

If he went too far, the Elder Zheng Heng might lose control of himself.

Therefore, Yang Liefeng did not let the Elder Zheng Heng appear and kill Ning Lin. With the nature of a threat, directly ordering the Elder Zheng Heng to do things for him was very likely to completely infuriate the Elder Zheng Heng.

A cool breeze blew past Yang Liefeng's hair, and he returned to the eleventh summit, the sixth row.

"Big Yang is back."

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However, ever since Yang Liefeng's reputation had grown, the Sixth Row of the Eleventh Peak of the Outer Sect had gradually undergone a lot of changes. Although it was still extremely lively, the behavior of the disciples was no longer as vulgar as before. At most, they would play chess together and make a small bet together, and there would be no more messed up male and female affairs, at least, it would not happen in front of everyone's eyes.

Facing the disciples that greeted him, Yang Liefeng all slightly nodded in response, then walked towards his own room.

"You're finally back!" Passing the door to Li Yibai's room, Li Yibai who had not rested yet heaved a sigh of relief, and stood up to say.

Seeing that, Yang Liefeng's heart felt warm, he laughed, and said: "Don't worry about me, I'm very safe!"

"That's true."2

"I'm going back to my room. You should get some rest!"

When he returned to his room, Yang Liefeng did not immediately rest. Instead, he called out the Cosmic Bag from his Cosmos Sack, and then called out Little Violet from within the Cosmic Bag.

"Hualalala!"

After Lil Violet flew out from the Cosmic Bag, it flapped its wings and energy spread out from its wings. Its charming big eyes scanned its surroundings and in the end, its gaze flickered as it arrived in front of Yang Liefeng.

"Lil Violet, this is my room in the sect." Yang Liefeng stretched out a finger to stroke Lil Violet's head, and said to her with a smile.

Lil Violet's small face reddened and her eyes lit up.

Immediately after, Yang Liefeng called out a few spirit materials from his Cosmos Sack for Lil Violet to eat.

After Little Violet finished eating, she played with Yang Liefeng for a while before returning to the Cosmic Bag s. Yang Liefeng once again put the Cosmic Bag back into his Qiankun bag.

"I haven't cultivated yet today, it's time to. I wonder what Zhan Yu's intentions are." Yang Liefeng's eyes moved as he took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and assumed a cultivation position.

The night was already dark, and the wind blew against the treetops.

On the peak of a mountain, in a room that was filled with a faint aroma, an extremely beautiful woman, wearing a bright yellow muslin gown, with a noble temperament, like a phoenix, was sitting in front of a round table in front of the window. On the top of a mountain, in a room that was filled with a faint fragrance, a very beautiful woman, wearing a bright yellow muslin gown, with a noble temperament, like a phoenix, she sat in front of a round table in front of a window.

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