"Brother Shen Feng, to be honest with you, hasn't the scope of Lanri Sect been getting bigger and bigger recently, and its resources are also increasing, and Chiyan Sect is openly said to be your sect."
"So a lot of resources will be tilted towards us, and this will give some bad guys an opportunity. Recently, I have found that the resources in our sect are decreasing."
"In order to investigate the truth of the matter, I set up a lot of spies, and finally I got a chance to see the truth clearly. It turned out to be a Scar monk from the older generation of our sect."
"This person has a large number of disciples, and there is no direct evidence to prove that he is related to this matter."
"So I am playing the long game to catch the big fish. Don't I often say that if you want to destroy a person, let him die first? This is the method I adopted."
"As for some of his arrogant behaviors in the sect, as long as they didn't violate the bottom line, I just ignored them, so his behavior became more arrogant."
"The guard just now was his, that's why the unpleasant behavior happened just now."
Shen Feng nodded after listening, thought for a while and said
"Your method is good. If you kill him without evidence, it will be difficult to convince the public and you will lose people's support."
"If his arrogant behavior is allowed to go unchecked, many people will not be able to stand it, and this person will arouse public anger. When the time comes, if you take action again, it will be a matter of course."
Bai Lun also nodded at this time, and then he made a silent gesture and said
"he came."
As soon as he finished speaking, a scar-faced monk came in. The man laughed and said
"Little brother, I heard that the ancestor of our sect is here, but why didn't he say to introduce him to me?"
Bai Lun also said with a smile at this time
"Isn't it too late? The ancestor of our sect has just arrived, and I still have to reminisce with him."
After hearing this, the scar-faced monk patted Shen Feng on the shoulder and said with a smile on his face.
"Little brother, we will be a family from now on. When you come to Scarlet Flame Sect, you can rest assured that I will protect you."
After hearing this, Bai Lun also shook his head secretly.
"Sigh, I'm afraid this person doesn't know how powerful he is, and one day he will regret it."
The reason why Bai Lun had such an idea was that he knew that the Lanri Sect was very fond of Shen Feng, and the entire sharp knife team was directly under the management of Shen Feng.
So if Bai Lun still wants to make long-term plans, then Shen Feng doesn't have to think so much. After all, his backstage is very strong, and Shen Feng's own strength is also good.
Sure enough, at that moment, Shen Feng's cold voice came
"Get your dirty hands away or you're going to lose this arm."
The scar-faced monk smiled. Now he could walk sideways in the sect. Even Bai Lun was polite to him, so he blatantly called him little brother.
This time, the scar-faced monk was angered by the failure of Shen Feng. He wanted to see what the person in front of him, who was called the ancestor, was capable of.
Shen Feng saw that the scar-faced monk had no intention of taking back his hand, so he didn't intend to talk nonsense anymore and directly clasped his hand on the other's hand.
Before the other party could react, Shen Feng had already used all his strength, and with just a creak, the scar-faced monk's hand was broken.
He let out a painful cry, and then he looked at Shen Feng with resentful eyes and said directly
"Okay, if you have the guts, boy, just wait until the Red Flame Sect is in chaos. When the time comes, don't kneel down and beg me."
Shen Feng looked at the other party coldly, and he just said something coldly
"I'll wait. You'd better call as many people as possible."
The scar-faced monk pointed at Shen Feng and then retreated from the room. After he left, Bai Lun shook his head and said
"Originally, I had already planned it perfectly. I was just waiting to collect the fish. This time I have to watch you show off your prowess."
Shen Feng faced Bai Lun and smiled.
After the scar-faced monk returned to his territory, he immediately began to gather his troops, and then he shouted from above
"Brothers, it's time for us to establish our authority. We need to show the Red Flame Sect our overall strength. The purpose this time is to gain more resources and give me some relief."
All the monks in the audience raised their arms and shouted.
After just a moment of burning incense, the scar-faced monk rushed over with his troops.
Shen Feng picked up a cup of tea and drank it, muttering to himself
"So fast, it seems that his ability to appeal is still good, but today he will admit defeat."
The scar-faced monk walked to the door of the main hall. At this time, the monks from Bai Lun's side also gathered around. It can be said that they are basically evenly matched now.
He pointed his sword at Shen Feng inside and shouted
"That stinky boy, come out here. Aren't you very awesome? This time I want to show you the chaos in the Scarlet Flame Sect, so that other sects will take advantage of it. This is what you want to see. Yes."
After saying that, he looked up to the sky and smiled.
At this time, Shen Feng ignored the other party's words. He was still drinking tea leisurely and elegantly, as if there were not so many tense monks in front of him.
When the scar-faced monk saw that Shen Feng didn't respond, he began to act more recklessly.
"I said, brat, you are such a coward. Weren't you very good just now? Why are you so cowardly this time? If you are really such a coward, why don't you invite your Taoist companion over and let me play with you? .”
Bai Lun had no expression when he heard the other party's scolding before, because he knew that the winner in the end must be Shen Feng, but when he heard the scar-faced monk talking about Taoist companions, his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly Look at Shen Feng.
Sure enough, Shen Feng's tea-drinking hand was already in the air at this time, and evil spirits were gradually coming out of him. He could endure any scolding from the other party, but the only thing he couldn't stand was the other party scolding his fellow Taoist.
Because this is his reverse scale.
Shen Feng slowly put down the tea in his hand, and then he stood up from the chair. During this period, his eyes began to turn red.
If his opponent was here, he would have known something was wrong, because this was Shen Feng's rhythm of killing people.
Shen Feng's pace was not fast, but with every step he took, there were circles of ripples coming out, and the ripples contained not the power of his cultivation, but strong evil aura.
At this time, the scar-faced monk also saw the difference in Shen Feng at this moment, but he didn't know that he would be buried in these words.
Shen Feng stood in front of the door, raised his blood-red eyes, and said word by word
"I didn't hear what you said clearly just now. Do you dare to repeat it again?"
After the scar-faced monk heard this, he laughed unconsciously and said
"Why, you are playing this scary game with me. I used it eight hundred years ago. It's hard for me to tell you. Besides, if you ask me to repeat it, I will repeat it. That will make me lose face."
Shen Feng looked at the monk in front of him, exuding a strong evil aura, then dived in front of the opponent, and then punched him with all his strength.
How come the scar-faced monk had no defense? He took out his protective magic weapon, and then circulated the spiritual energy in his body, trying to block the opponent's punch.
Little did he know that just when he thought he had blocked the opponent's attack, Shen Feng's punch directly broke through his defense, and then his fist hit his chest.
With just a click, a big hole instantly appeared in his chest, and then he flew backwards and didn't stop until he hit the wall three feet away.
But the power of his punch had shocked the monks. They all stepped back to avoid the killing god in front of them. Soon, with Shen Feng as the center of the circle, the surrounding area became empty.
After a long time, the scar-faced monk coughed. He covered his chest and said incredulously.
"Why did just one punch hurt me like this?"
At this time Shen Feng gave his answer
"I have saved my strength just now, and the purpose of doing this is not to save your life. On the contrary, I want you to experience the feeling that life is worse than death."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly disappeared from the place and came to the scar-faced monk in an instant, and then his fists fell like a violent storm.
When the monks saw this scene, they were all stunned, because this scene was so bloody, it was equivalent to letting the other party directly experience the process from life to death.
What's even more terrifying is that during the attack, Shen Feng took out some more pills and fed them into the opponent's mouth, and words came out of his mouth.
"These pills can keep you alive, which means you can't die even if you want to."
The lethality of these words was enough to make the scalps of many monks tingle. Only then did they realize what kind of existence they had provoked, and the one who understood it the most was the Scarface monk.
At this time, he no longer had the same might as before, he was incontinent, and his eyes were wide open. What he longed for most now was death, after all, that would be very satisfying.
Such a miserable process lasted for five hours before Shen Feng slowly stopped. The scar-faced monk had become so bloody that it was impossible to see his face clearly.
However, it can still be seen from the other party's appearance what kind of inhuman abuse he suffered.
After Shen Feng stopped, his eyes gradually returned to normal. He slowly walked back to the main hall from where he was. At this time, many monks had made way for him, and now he was an existence that no one dared to provoke.
As Shen Feng walked into the hall, a group of men in black quickly appeared and cleaned up the entire battlefield.
Sharp-eyed monks could tell at a glance that the men in black were the sharp knife team. They also instantly thought of a legend that their ancestors once had the power to directly command the sharp knife team.
Only this time did everyone really see this scene. They had completely believed the previous legends, and their restless hearts were suppressed.
I don’t know who was the first to kneel down. Everyone knelt down towards the main hall and shouted in unison.
"The ancestor is mighty, the ancestor is mighty!"
A wave of sound spread throughout the entire Scarlet Flame Sect, and each sound was louder than the last. It seemed that all the monks here were afraid that if they shouted too softly, the killing god in front of them would be dissatisfied.
At this moment, Shen Feng and Bai Lun were sitting together drinking tea. Shen Feng didn't pay attention to the scene outside. He just picked up his tea cup and took a sip, and said with a smile.
“Good tea.”
Bai Lun looked at the monk in front of him, and he felt admiration in his heart. That was something he could never overcome.
Take this incident as an example. Bai Lun needed to look forward and backward, but Shen Feng solved everything perfectly with just one quick fight, and also won everyone's hearts.
The next day Bai Lun set up a banquet for Shen Feng, and all the monks from the sect were present. They all wanted to come and pay homage to this aloof being.
Of course, Shen Feng drank a lot of wine that day. Compared with previous experiences, his alcohol capacity was much higher. Amidst everyone's toasts, he was not drunk at all, but just a little dizzy.
Of course, Shen Feng did not let the banquet last too long, because he came out of the Sun God Sect this time and still had some unfinished business, so after his announcement, everyone gradually dispersed.
