"no!"

"Han Ge is a mortal now. If he enters the Sword Prison, he will surely die!"

"I want to take him back to the cave to heal his injuries!"

Lu Sheng wanted to pull Lu Hen Ge away. She was a powerful person in the fusion stage and she would definitely be able to find a way to repair Hen Ge's Nascent Soul!

Lin Xing's expression changed, but he didn't say anything to stop him.

The Holy Son is deposed!

This was already the harshest punishment for Lu Hen Ge.

Besides, what Lu Sheng said was right.

The Sword Prison is dangerous.

Ordinary disciples would find it difficult to resist the sword energy if they entered, and Lu Hen Ge was just an ordinary person now, so if he entered, he would surely die.

"This matter must not be spread outside."

"Whoever spreads what happened today, I will send him to the Sword Prison."

Lin Xing looked around the hall.

Most of the disciples lowered their heads in fear, not daring to look him in the eye. Only Ye Feng had a calm gaze, neither dodging nor evading.

Seeing this, Lin Xing's heart moved slightly. Now that Lu Hen Ge was crippled, the position of the Holy Son must be vacant, and the person with the greatest hope of taking the position of the Holy Son was Ye Feng.

Talent is something that depends on who you compare yourself with.

Compared with Lu Hen Ge, the other disciples were not worth mentioning.

But putting Lu Henge aside, the most talented and fastest-cultivating disciple in the sect is Ye Feng, who has just joined the sect.

Think of this.

Lin Xing's eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something.

Ye Feng appeared calm on the surface, but he was actually very annoyed.

Lu Hen Ge is useless.

Why does Lu Sheng care about him!

If he wants to go to the Sword Prison, let him go!

It's better to die in there.

Although Ye Feng had already crossed Lu Hen Ge off his list of opponents, the dead were the most reassuring. Only when Lu Hen Ge died could he secure his position as the Holy Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect.

Can't help it.

Ye Feng felt a little more dissatisfied with Lu Sheng.

"What the system gives is still not good enough. It can't completely influence Lu Sheng's mind and emotions." Ye Feng's eyes were cold. His points were too few, and he couldn't exchange for better props from the system. He could only influence Lu Sheng little by little.

But Lu Sheng is a powerful person in the fusion stage, and the progress of his influence is too slow.

"Only by taking the throne of the Holy Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect can I get more points. I must become the Holy Son!" Ye Feng took a deep breath. Before becoming the Holy Son, he had to endure.

He has a system.

He is still the male protagonist of Tiandao.

Lu Hen Ge is just a stepping stone on his path to growth.

Qiu Liu opened her red lips in shock, and it took her a long time to recover from the scene of Lu Henge shattering his own Nascent Soul. She had never thought that the senior brother she admired would actually become an ordinary person.

Suddenly.

A thought flashed through Qiu Liu's mind.

Lu Hen Ge is now a mortal, not even as good as her. Is he still qualified to be her senior brother?

Monks are indifferent to human feelings.

This is normal.

Qiu Liu's eyes turned colder as she looked at Lu Hen Ge. A useless person was not worthy of being her senior brother.

What the Three Thousand Dao Sects lack the least is genius.

Qiu Liu believed that she had good talent, and with the love of her master and the accumulation of various elixirs, it would be Lu Henge's turn to look up at her from now on.

Lu Hen Ge naturally sensed the change in everyone's attitude, but he didn't care. He just felt extremely annoyed with Lu Sheng in front of him. Now he pretended to love his master so much, but who was he trying to show off to?!

nausea.

Lowly.

"Elder Lu, you and I are no longer master and disciple."

Lu Hen Ge took a step to the side.

I used to think that the floral scent on Lu Sheng was very nice, but now I think the scent of heather is a hundred times better than this one.

But it will be soon. If Lu Hen Ge remembered correctly, when he was imprisoned in the Sword Prison, during the hundred years, Lu Sheng's body fragrance was gone and he was full of fishy smell. It was all thanks to Ye Feng.

Lu Sheng made no secret of her debauchery, and there were even rumors that she flirted with Ye Feng in public and rubbed his ears with his temples.

This matter spread widely.

What is certain is that in these hundred years, Ye Feng and Lu Sheng have already completed everything they should do.

When he thought of this, Lu Hen Ge shuddered all over, felt even more nauseous, and took another step to the side.

Seeing this.

Lu Sheng felt more and more sad.

In the past, Hen Ge really liked to pester her.

What did she do wrong to make Hen Ge so distant from her and even hate her?

"Han Ge, we are still master and disciple."

"Master will definitely help you rebuild your Nascent Soul!"

Lu Sheng wanted to hold Lu Henge's hand, but Lu Henge looked at Ye Feng who was not far away and said, "Ye Feng, your master wants to have physical contact with me. Can you tolerate this?"

At the moment, Lu Hen Ge has no cultivation.

Lu Sheng wanted to touch him, but Lu Hen Ge couldn't avoid him.

But he had a way to disgust Lu Sheng and leave.

It’s Ye Feng on the stage.

really!

Hearing this, a hint of viciousness flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. He had long regarded Lu Sheng as his woman, and naturally did not want to see Lu Sheng have physical contact with other men. His heart raced, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath became weak.

Lu Hen Ge was very satisfied.

This green tea bitch acted quite well.

Qiu Liu immediately shouted anxiously: "Master, Junior Brother has fainted."

The next second, Lu Sheng no longer cared about Lu Henge, and flashed to Ye Feng's side, gently grasped his wrist, and transferred his spiritual power to him.

Lu Hen Ge watched the scene calmly.

Although he didn't know how Ye Feng did it, Lu Hen Ge knew very well that in Lu Sheng's heart, his status was far inferior to Ye Feng's.

The friendship of more than 20 years is not as good as that of a junior brother who has just joined the sect.

How ridiculous!

There was great dissatisfaction in Lin Xing's eyes.

Ye Feng just spat out a mouthful of blood, no big deal.

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