Just when the monk was about to make a violent attack, there were muffled sounds behind him.
The next moment, a figure flew out from behind and crashed into the courtyard, stirring up dust all over the sky.
The monk with tied hair looked calm and waved away the dust mist, but when he saw the people on the ground clearly, he couldn't help but lose his composure.
"Junior brother?"
The person who flew in was the fellow junior disciple he had just ordered out. At this moment, he was vomiting blood and fell to the ground in a staggered manner, already unconscious.
The monk suddenly felt an extreme danger. He turned around suddenly, but outside the door was pitch black and silent.
The trembling in his heart became more intense, and the monk's forehead was covered with large beads of sweat. He turned around and saw a man in red blocking him.
"You, who are you?"
The monk opened his mouth and hesitated. The man in front of him was dressed in red and velvet. He had an extraordinary air and was far different from the appearance of a common man in the village.
"If you are a cultivator passing by here, you must have heard of the name of my Qingxia Sect, right?"
Jingfeng protected Jingjieying behind him, always vigilant and did not answer.
"I am Fang Liang, an inner disciple of the Qingxia Sect. Please show your respect for today's matter. You will definitely become a distinguished guest of our Qingxia Sect in the future."
Fang Liang, who reported his family name, saw the miserable appearance of his junior brother and thought that he was no match for Jing Feng, so he quickly moved out of the sect, using both soft and hard tactics.
To be honest, Jingfeng had never heard of the Qingxia sect. There was no such name among the four major sects in Qianlong Ridge, so he wasn't afraid of it. What's more, the bastard in front of him wanted to belittle his mother, which he couldn't bear the most!
"fuck your mother."
Jingfeng cursed angrily and spat on Fang Liang's face.
The other party was stunned for a moment, then his face was full of black lines, and he asked in a loud voice: "What do you mean by this?"
Jingfeng laughed angrily, "You want to have sex with my mother, but you still ask me what the hell I mean?"
He didn't bother to explain to the other party and scolded him unceremoniously: "Can't you understand human language? I mean go fuck yourself!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Feng used his backhand to gently push Jing Jieying away. Then with a swish sound, his body suddenly rose up and he rushed towards her like Fang Liang like lightning.
"If you don't eat the toast, you'll be fined with wine. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Fang Liang's expression changed, his face turned livid, he held his cultivation in the late stage of Tongliu Realm, soared into the air, and collided with the scenery.
"If you dare to offend our Qingxia sect, you are seeking death!"
As he said that, Fang Liang raised his hand to draw an arc in the air, and his arms were like two big knives, violently hitting Jingfeng's head.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
Jing Feng snorted coldly, and all his true energy burst out of his body. He raised his hand to receive the blow forcefully.
"What! How is it possible in the arrogant realm?"
A flash of panic flashed in Fang Liang's eyes. The person in front of him seemed to be well-dressed and very young in appearance, but he never expected that he was actually a master of the arrogant realm.
Fang Liang was also considered a good player among the disciples of the Qingxia Sect. He immediately distanced himself and wanted to sacrifice the magic weapon, but Jingfeng didn't give him the chance. He swayed and rushed towards Fang Liang like a tiger out of its cage.
Although the Tongliu realm is no longer weak, there is still a difference between the cloud and mud realm compared to the Si Qi realm.
"you dare?"
Fang Liang's pupils narrowed suddenly when he saw Jing Feng flying toward him, but Jing Feng ignored him at all, reached out and grabbed his face, and pressed him to the ground instantly.
After a while, a figure in Tsing Yi flew out of Jingfeng's house and hit the street heavily. His hair was scattered and he was in a mess.
Afterwards, Jingfeng walked out slowly, dragging the hair of another monk in green and throwing it into the street.
Originally, the villagers in the mountain village stayed at home at night. This time, because there was too much noise, they all went out to watch the fun. Many monks staying here also gathered around with interest.
"What happened? Why are there so many people all at once?"
"That boy from Widow Jing's family, hey, I haven't seen you for a while, and he's a bit more handsome!"
"What are those people on the ground doing? Judging from their clothes, they seem to be disciples of the Qingxia Sect?"
The surrounding villagers and monks were all talking about it, wondering what was going on.
Fang Liang looked at the two junior brothers who had passed out not far away, and his face instantly turned pale. Originally, he had just taken a fancy to a stunningly good family, but he didn't expect that this time he would encounter a tough situation, and he felt ashamed and angry.
Jingfeng took a deep breath and looked back at Jing Jieying, who was leaning against the door with a worried look on her face. He was about to expose the other party's evil deeds, but he swallowed it back. He wanted to preserve his mother's reputation and dignity. , and said coldly: "Get out of here, don't show up at my house again!"
Fang Liang's face turned green and red as he was being told what to do by the people around him, and he gritted his teeth in anxiety: "I tell you, the Qingxia Sect will not let you go, just wait for me!"
As he spoke, he took out a yellow talisman from his storage bag, then condensed his energy, lit it, and threw it into the air.
Jingfeng had already stepped down the stairs in front of so many people. He thought that this matter should be settled quickly. I want to go back to appease my mother, but he didn't know that the other party would not let it go.
After a while, a figure stepped on the flowing light and came through the air. Jingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and sure enough, he was looking for help.
The person who came was an old man with a short beard. He put away the magic weapon at his feet and landed steadily. When Bai Liang saw the person coming, his eyes suddenly shone, he crawled up to meet him, and shouted: "Elder, save me!"
The old man looked around and saw the three disciples on the ground and the angry Jing Feng opposite him, and he already had a sense of proportion in his mind.
"Elder, this kid injured me and my two junior brothers. You have to make the decision for us!"
The old man suspected that these people must have done something dirty to deserve a severe beating, but he was the face of Qingxia Sect outside, not to mention there were so many people watching around him.
"Fellow Taoist, I took my disciples down the mountain to practice, but you injured them so much. How should I explain it when I go back?"
As soon as Jingfeng saw this old thing to protect his shortcomings, he immediately had no intention of reasoning with him and said unceremoniously: "I entered Taoism through martial arts. Who is your Taoist friend? I don't have any eyesight. The elder of your sect is a family heirloom." of?"
As soon as these words came out, many people burst into laughter. It was really interesting that the old man gave Jingfeng a slap in the face just as he was about to question him.
The old man's face suddenly darkened and he said coldly: "Young man, don't be too arrogant. Hasn't anyone taught you to respect your teachers and elders?"
As he spoke, the old man exuded his cultivation power intentionally or unintentionally, trying to overpower Jingfeng with the aura of the Forbidden Qi Realm.
"Humph, not everyone deserves my respect."
You damn old man has been protecting these bastards since you started, and you want to hold them accountable indiscriminately, why are you so shameless?
Jingfeng showed no fear, with a sharp look in his eyes, the power from his body burst out instantly, flowing like a surging river.
"Wild Qi Realm?!"
"What? How is that possible!"
"You are only about 20 years old, and you have the cultivation level of the wanton spirit realm. Is there anyone who is such a monster?"
The monks watching around were all shocked. No wonder Jingfeng was so confident!
The old man was also shocked. Seeing that even his aura and cultivation could not suppress Jingfeng, he changed his mind and wanted to bite back.
"If I don't use my words with you, a junior like you, if you hurt my Qingxia sect disciple, I have to settle the score with you, right?"
Seeing how shameless he was, Jing Feng sneered and said, "How dare you say this? Why don't you ask the disciples of your sect what they did? Injuring them is considered a minor matter."
The old man obviously couldn't defeat Jingfeng, so he said harshly: "Even if they did something wrong, if they want to be punished, I will bring them back to the sect to punish them. What qualifications do you have to take action?"
Hearing this, Jing Feng almost couldn't bear it anymore. A surge of anger rushed straight to his forehead. The veins on his forehead protruded and his fists clenched.
"Sure enough, what kind of trash sect teaches what kind of scum!"
Jing Feng cursed angrily, which made the other two's eyes turn red and they looked embarrassed.
However, Fang Liang was kneeling on the ground, not daring to come forward, wishing in his heart that the elder would cut off Jingfeng's muscles and limbs to relieve his hatred.
"Junior, you are looking for death!"
The old man blew his beard and stared, his true energy suddenly rose, and the dust around his feet spread out in an instant, turning into a flying sandstorm that slowly rotated with a terrifying momentum.
"You old man, do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Jingfeng showed no sign of weakness, and his true energy ignited from his body like a flame. The bright red and luxurious robe moved without any wind, making a hunting sound when blown by the true energy.
Just as Jingfeng was about to fight him, someone grabbed his arm. Jingfeng turned around and saw that it was none other than his mother.
Jing Jieying frowned slightly, with a pitiful expression on her face. To outsiders, she looked charming, but in Jingfeng's eyes, she looked aggrieved and lonely.
Jingfeng saw it and felt a little distressed. He was about to say a few words of relief when he saw Jing Jieying shake her head and pull him back a step.
"Feng'er, forget it."
"Mother..." Now that his mother had spoken, Jingfeng didn't have much to say. He just glanced at the Qingxia sect elder and Fang Liang angrily, and immediately retreated home, closing the door and showing no one else.
When the elders of the Qingxia sect saw that Jingfeng took the initiative to give in and gave him a step, he stopped being aggressive. Fang Liang, on the other hand, looked unhappy and shouted after him: "Elder, we can't just let them go like this!"
The elder was so angry that he wanted to slap him twice, and said in a deep voice: "Shut up! There are so many people here, do you want to embarrass the face of my Qingxia sect?"
Among the onlookers were many cultivators who came for the treasures on Daxian Mountain and stayed temporarily in Liangxiang Village. Some of them were disciples of other sects who came down from the mountain to experience. There was no doubt that there were elders secretly protecting them.
If the Qingxia Sect's actions outside were recognized, I'm afraid they would become a laughing stock in the cultivation world in the near future.
"Now take your two junior brothers and follow me. I'll deal with you when I get back!"
The elder of the Qingxia Sect had a gloomy look on his face, shouted in a deep voice, and immediately used his true energy to sacrifice the magic weapon. In a flash, he led the three disciples away in anger.
Seeing that the parties involved had all left, the onlookers felt bored, so they also left in pairs and groups.
Back home, Jingfeng and Jing Jieying sat opposite each other. Jingfeng kept his head down, feeling extremely regretful. He almost failed to protect his mother. He felt very guilty for what happened.
"Mom, I'm sorry, it's a child and it's useless..."
Before Jing Feng finished speaking, Jing Jieying stood up and gently held him in her arms.
Jingfeng was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help feeling that his eyes were a little moist.
