"Junior Brother Feng Ling has just arrived, so of course you don't recognize him!" Leng Ningshuang glanced at the man in white robe, and while explaining to the man in purple robe, she ducked away from his small movements behind his back.
"Ahem, Senior Brother Qiubai!" Feng Ling coughed awkwardly and saluted Xiang Qiubai with fists in his hands, but he didn't feel cold at all. He secretly wondered: "Why did this guy squeeze me just now?"
"Could it be that he..." The haggard old man's eyes were filled with uncertainty, and finally fell between Xiang Qiubai and Leng Ningshuang.
Perhaps, Feng Ling's body couldn't clearly see Xiang Qiubai's movements due to the angle of view, but Ling Weiyun's clone standing above the main hall could see it clearly.
I saw tiny blue fluctuations emerging from the palm of the hand he placed behind his back, and he could vaguely make out a few small characters composed of the power of ghosts and gods. The approximate meaning of the content was: Junior sister, Don't go near other men!
"Junior Brother Fengling, I'm here Wu Ye!"
The wild man's eyes were sharp and he stared at the purple-clothed man's eyebrows for more than a second. Then he stepped forward and greeted Wu Ye politely with fists in his arms. This move made Xiang Qiubai, who knew Wu Ye's character well, secretly frightened.
To be honest, if Leng Ningshuang hadn't made Feng Ling fall into Xiang Qiubai's sight, Mo Yue would not have taken the initiative to say hello, even if he took a second look at him.
At this time, Feng Ling dragged Wu Ye's "luck" and attracted the attention of many disciples and elders, including Xiang Qiubai.
"I've met Senior Brother Wu Ye!"
Yang Sheng gave the wild man a standard fist-holding salute. He could faintly see that Feng Ling's actions this time were different from the previous fist-holding gestures. The extra respect might be due to Wu Ye's last vow to guard the lock. Ghost Tower.
But don't mention it, Wu Ye's recovery ability is indeed as amazing as Feng Ling lamented last time. After only a few days, his injuries have healed, and judging from his energetic appearance, his strength seems to have improved. .
"Hello, Junior Brother Feng, I am Cui Hui!" When he saw Feng Ling standing in the elder camp, Cui Hui, who was originally worried about the wild man's shocking move, raised his eyebrows and stepped forward with a smile to clasp his fists.
After Feng Ling gave him a symbolic gift, core disciples came to him one after another.
Most of them are at Rank 8, and the remaining few are at Rank 9. As for the core disciples at Rank 10, except for the four Wu Ye, none of them are here!
It makes sense to think that the minimum threshold for becoming an elder is rank nine. Core disciples of rank eight and rank nine who subconsciously regard themselves as elders can come to see them, either out of flattery or because they want to make more friends at the same level.
As for Feng Ling being an elder at the tenth level, they didn't even dare to think about it.
Naturally, those core disciples who are in the tenth rank will not rush to test or use magical powers to check Feng Ling's cultivation just because they are curious.
Even Feng Tianjue, who is the leader of the sect, would not blatantly check other people's cultivation levels unless there are special circumstances. After all, that is a very impolite behavior and can easily lead to misunderstanding!
Unless we can do what Feng Ling just did, keeping the person being investigated completely in the dark.
In short, not many people knew about Feng Ling's hidden cultivation, so naturally there wouldn't be any unnecessary trouble.
"Junior sister Yuqing, congratulations!" Several ninth-level female disciples came forward to congratulate and glanced at the man in purple next to the woman in green, which was a double entendre.
"Thank you to the senior sisters, Yuqing is just lucky!"
These words were spoken honestly, but in the ears of a few people, they thought that Feng Yuqing was deliberately being modest. After another speechless compliment, they walked away on lotus steps.
"Senior Sister Leng, when I am your age, I will definitely be even better than you!"
The woman in green raised her eyebrows at the cold and proud woman. Although she was only at the early stage of the tenth rank and was not good enough in front of the original tenth rank core disciples, she, Feng Yuqing, was definitely the fastest to break through the tenth rank in the history of the Yuqing Sect. of one person!
"A seventeen-year-old, tenth rank senior ghost spirit master!"
Even Feng Ling, as the founder, couldn't help but sigh when he thought about it carefully at this moment. However, there were advantages and disadvantages to forcing a breakthrough. At least Feng Yuqing's cultivation was temporarily stuck in the early stage of the tenth revolution.
Even though Sect Leader Yuqing had found a lot of treasures for Feng Yuqing to continue to improve his physique, there was no denying this established fact!
"I admit, I'm not as good as you at the same age!" Leng Ningshuang spoke coldly, then glanced at the happy woman in green with a strange expression, then returned to where she was when she came from: "But you will never Maybe catch up with me!”
"You will never~, and it is impossible... to catch up with me!"
"Never, never~..., it's impossible to catch up with me!"
"Never, never~..., you can never catch up with me, catch up with me~...!"
Like a spell that lingers around the heart, Leng Ningshuang's words lingered in Feng Yuqing's mind. Seeing the woman in green biting her teeth, there was a faint tendency to run away, Wu Ye and Xiang Qiubai... This guy runs faster than anyone else...!
"Yuqing, wake up!" Looking at the sympathetic look Wu Ye left for her when she left, Feng Ling sighed helplessly, turned around and secretly poured a cool energy into Feng Yuqing's body, and then her whole body Everyone shuddered.
"Feng Ling, are you saying that I really have no hope of catching up with Senior Sister Leng?" Feng Yuqing looked a little sad and felt very disappointed.
Although I don't want to admit it, after calming down and thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is really difficult for me to catch up with the opponent!
"Who knows what will happen in the future? Come on!" Feng Ling smiled and encouraged him, but secretly sighed in his heart. In fact, he was not optimistic about Feng Yuqing.
It's not that Feng Yuqing's talent is much worse than Leng Ningshuang, but when the two emperor's daughters collided, Feng Yuqing was born a few years later!
"I said Yi Dao, take care of your female disciple! Everything is first come, first served, don't let her fight with my Yuqing!"
Feng Tianjue's domineering attitude was revealed, and he raised his eyebrows to secretly send a message to the kind-browed old man. Seeing the other person's face darken, I couldn't help but feel happy.
The woman was bullied by someone else's apprentice. He, the father, must be with Elder Liu to help her regain her place.
Just when the man with the Purple Gold Crown was feeling proud, little did he know that a message with roughly the same "format" as what he said came into his ears.
"I say Tian Jue, you can't let Miss Yuqing fool around with this bastard Feng Ling anymore, otherwise your future will be ruined!"
The haggard old man's face was full of pain, and his wrinkles were piled up together. If he was willing to scold himself, it was considered a "big investment", but it was a pity...
Lose all your money!
