After covering the fingerprints, the two sides reached a preliminary consensus, and the whole atmosphere became much more relaxed. Zhao Yuren rolled up one scroll and put it away, and handed the other to Li Qingfeng. Chu Hongyu looked at Li Qingfeng's fingers and said with a smile: "We originally prepared cinnabar for fellow Taoist to use, but we didn't expect that fellow Taoist Li has a golden spiritual root. It's a pity that Fellow Daoist didn't have to suffer that injury. This little girl would like to apologize to Fellow Daoist Li on behalf of my senior brother."
"Haha", Li Qingfeng looked at his hands and smiled: "Fairy Chu, you are so polite. I dare not accept Fairy Chu's apology, otherwise, Fellow Daoist Zhao will be unhappy."
After hearing his teasing, Chu Hongyu was neither annoyed nor shy, she just covered her mouth and smiled, looking straight at Zhao Yuren with her wonderful eyes. On the other hand, Zhao Yuren's mouth twitched slightly. He was never good at this kind of human interaction, and he was a little confused about why this little monk at the third level of Qi training dared to smile so relaxedly in front of himself at the seventh level of Qi training.
How did he know that Li Qingfeng's previous name was "Ruoshui Sanren", which meant that he was smooth and smooth. In addition, his opponents even called him the "Smiling Demon" and "Ruoshui Old Fox". When it comes to his ability to talk to people and talk to ghosts, Li Qingfeng is right.
Now that we have decided to use the Jinding Sect to gain a foothold here, and we may not have to come into frequent contact with the two people in front of us in the future, it would of course be best if we could improve our relationship. Li Qingfeng had long seen Chu Hongyu's affection for Zhao Yuren, and just when Chu Hongyu showed her good intentions, he naturally followed the stick. With this joke, the relationship between the two parties became much closer, and some of the vague unhappiness that existed just now disappeared.
The few of them chatted casually for a while, mainly Chu Hongyu was asking questions, Li Qingfeng was answering, and Zhao Yuren said less. He actually didn't look down on Li Qingfeng, who was only at the third level of Qi training, but he just didn't talk about it. If he hadn't heard from both Chu Hongyu and Luo Yi that Li Qingfeng had some weird methods, he wouldn't have bothered to talk nonsense with Li Qingfeng.
Even now, he was only half-convinced.
At this moment, there seemed to be some faint noise coming from outside the door. Li Qingfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a slight fluctuation of spiritual power in his consciousness.
Zhao Yuren and Chu Hongyu obviously felt it, and they both turned their heads and looked out the door. Chu Hongyu's face didn't look good, but she still got up and said to go out and take a look.
The three of them walked out of the room one after the other and walked out of the lobby along the way they came. The noise became clear and came from the direction of the house where they lived. Li Qingfeng frowned slightly and walked towards the backyard house.
The other two people followed him. Chu Hongyu said something in Zhao Yuren's ear, which made Zhao Yuren frown slightly.
Walking to the quiet room, Li Qingfeng saw Zhang Zhikun standing in front of a row of houses, holding the hilt of his sword with one hand, and Luo Yi stood beside him, with a bitter look on his face. In front of them, Li Qingdong fell to the ground, covering his left shoulder with one hand, wheezing in pain. Surrounded by Li Qingqing and three others, they all glared at Zhang Zhikun.
With his eyes slightly narrowed, Li Qingfeng bypassed Zhang Zhikun and went straight to help Li Qingdong up. His shoulder was visibly swollen. Li Qingfeng clarified the situation after asking a few questions.
It turned out that when Li Qingdong saw Luo Yi and the others coming out, he took them for a walk in the courtyard. When walking to the backyard, Zhang Zhikun asked why there were so many houses but few people could be seen. If he insisted on opening the door to take a look, how could Li Qingdong and the others be willing to do so? But Li Qingdong was a simple and honest person. He didn't know how to say something perfunctory and made excuses, so he just stretched out his hand to stop him. Seeing that they were outnumbered, Zhang Zhikun reached out to grab himself again. He raised the hilt of his sword and raised it, hitting Li Qingdong on the shoulder.
Li Qingfeng nodded and turned around. Zhao Yuren on the other side had also learned about the situation from Luo Yi, but he didn't pay much attention. In his opinion, if a young monk from a small qi-training family is beaten, he will be beaten. The worst he can do is to ask Zhang Zhikun to apologize.
Looking at Li Qingfeng, Zhao Yuren was about to speak when he saw Li Qingfeng turning his head and not looking at him. He was staring at Zhang Zhikun with slightly narrowed eyes without saying a word.
What he didn't see was that at this moment, Zhang Zhikun's pupils dilated sharply, the hairs all over his body stood up, and his whole body was stiff and motionless, as if stunned.
The next moment, his legs gave out and he fell to the ground, his facial muscles deformed, and only a dry whooshing sound came out of his throat. His chest rose and fell, and he was about to scream.
"ah......"
The scream only lasted for less than a breath and then disappeared, but Zhang Zhikun's mouth was still wide open. Zhao Yuren looked up and saw that Li Qingfeng was working out a magic formula and releasing a soundproof shield towards Zhang Zhikun.
Seeing this, Zhao Yuren didn't know that Li Qingfeng had done something. He snorted coldly, stepped hard on the ground, took a step forward, his palms turned into gold, and walked straight towards Li Qingfeng.
He originally believed that in the world of cultivating immortals, the weak would prey on the strong. Li Qingdong was only at the first level of Qi training, and the Li family was just a small clan of cultivators, so fighting was just a matter of fighting. Who would have thought that Li Qingfeng would dare to attack a disciple of the Jinding Sect in front of him? This simply meant that he was not being taken seriously. He made up his mind to teach Li Qingfeng a lesson.
Neither Chu Hongyu nor Luo Yi said anything. No matter how polite they were before, they must still be helping their relatives but not caring about them now. Furthermore, in the world of cultivation, strength is respected. Their dissatisfaction with Zhang Zhikun was more because they were worried that he would ruin the sect's plan, but they were not really on Li Qingfeng's side. And this Li Qingfeng dared to take action against Zhang Zhikun, which was treason, and it was natural for Zhao Yuren to teach him a lesson.
Facing the palm coming from Zhao Yuren, Li Qingfeng's expression remained unchanged. He took a weak step with his feet and crossed his hands. The light blue light dyed the two palms along his arms and turned into a light blue in front of the palms. buckler.
"Hmph! You are not overestimating your own abilities!"
Zhao Yuren saw his movements and knew that he was going to receive her palm forcefully. He couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly and snorted coldly, and his whole body became a little angry. In his opinion, Li Qingfeng undoubtedly underestimated his strength by doing this, so he couldn't help but secretly make up his mind to use two points more force in his attack.
"Senior brother! Keep your hands!"
Chu Hongyu's voice came from one side. She was not worried about anything else. She was only worried that Zhao Yuren would accidentally beat Li Qingfeng to death or seriously injured him, thus ruining the teacher's mission. After all, they are decent people. It is not possible to really kill all the people here. It is best to teach them a lesson and then give them a sweet date.
Hearing Chu Hongyu's voice, Zhao Yuren's speed did not slow down at all. He naturally knew about Chu Hongyu's worries, so he only used three points of force when he took action, only intending to teach Li Qingfeng a lesson. However, his palm was quite heavy for a third-level Qi practitioner. If he didn't handle it well, he would have to lie in bed for at least half a month.
