Chapter 308: Venerable Fengci
As the two were talking, a voice was heard at the door. Turning back, they saw President Zhang coming with a group of his disciples.
Chairman Zhang is over seventy years old. He walks in with an air of righteousness, wearing a purple robe.
The head of the Nangong family hurried over to greet him: "President Zhang, you are finally here!"
President Zhang nodded lightly, and immediately saw Feng Qingyang kneeling on the ground crying like a child.
He and Feng Qingyang are old rivals and dislike each other, but he knows that Feng Qingyang's strength is definitely among the top five in China.
Why are you crying like this now?
President Zhang's face changed and he asked, "Is the Broken-Hand Statue so evil? Even Feng Qingyang fell into it?"
The head of the Nangong family looked at Feng Qingyang who was still crying with a speechless look, "I don't know either. Master Feng suddenly called Master to the statue with a broken hand."
President Zhang was even more shocked: "Feng Qingyang's master?"
The eldest disciple noticed that the master's face looked strange, and asked in a low voice: "Master, who is Feng Qingyang's master? Why did he make you look so different?"
Chairman Zhang said: "Feng Qingyang's master was once the world's top Feng Shui master. Some of the country's important buildings and famous mountains and historical sites have traces of her Feng Shui. The Feng Shui array is still in operation today. She also predicted the country's destiny for the next fifty years. Every major event was predicted by her correctly, without any error!"
The eldest disciple was shocked and said, "It's so powerful, how come I have never heard of it?"
"She is a mysterious person who is hard to find. I wanted to become her disciple, but she rejected me outright."
President Zhang sneered and said, "I didn't expect that the Venerable Feng Ci, who was once so powerful that he shook the world, would become an evil god after his death."
"Feng Ci?" When the head of the Nangong family heard this name, he always felt that something was wrong.
President Zhang said: "Yes, Feng Qingyang's master is called Feng Ci, who was once the helmsman of Xuanmen. Unfortunately, one year she suddenly disappeared and has not been heard from since. Everyone thought she was dead."
Feng Qingyang, who was kneeling on the ground and crying, immediately stood up and retorted when he heard this: "Xiao Zhang, it is beneath your dignity to talk about your elders so recklessly and without restraint!"
When President Zhang heard him calling him Xiao Zhang again, he got angry and said, "Feng Qingyang, I'm only a few years younger than you. Why do you keep calling me Xiao Zhang?!"
And this happened in front of so many young people.
Where does he put his face?
"Don't even mention being a few years younger than me. Even if you're only one minute younger than me, you're still younger than me!"
“Haha.” President Zhang sneered, “I heard that Venerable Feng Ci turned into an evil god after his death, right?”
"It seems that she committed too many sins in her life, and even the underworld will not accept her after her death."
The disciples burst into laughter.
Feng Qingyang's old face turned blue with anger, "You——"
Jiang Ci called him slowly: "Don't worry about him. Since he wants to deal with the broken-hand statue, just leave it to him."
Feng Qingyang nodded respectfully, "Yes, Master."
President Zhang narrowed his eyes, thinking that he was really talking to the statue with a broken hand, and his old face was immediately filled with contempt.
"Reverend Feng Ci, oh no, you are no longer the great master admired by everyone. You are now just an evil god who brings disaster to the world."
"Fortunately, I did not become your disciple back then. Otherwise, it would be a shame for me to have a master like you who has fallen into the evil path."
Feng Qingyang laughed and sarcastically said, "I heard that you shamelessly wanted to become my master's disciple. In order to please her, you even took stolen things as gifts. Xiao Zhang, if you were in my shoes now and met a thief, would you let him in?"
"You!" President Zhang's face turned pale and blue, and he rejected it outright: "When have I ever done such a despicable thing?"
"You know whether you have done it or not." Feng Qingyang snorted coldly: "My master didn't accept you as a disciple, so you got angry and tried to smear her, right? What's this called? You can't eat grapes, but you say they are sour!"
The two old guys immediately became hostile and were about to fight.
The head of the Nangong family said with a sad face: "Two masters, can you solve my family's problems first? My family is in urgent need of help!"
President Zhang rolled his eyes at Feng Qingyang and said with a proud look, "Let us at Xuanmen handle this matter."
"It's just a mere evil god. I have so many disciples with me. Are you afraid that I can't suppress it?"
Feng Qingyang quietly retreated to the side, made a gesture of invitation, and then calmly sat aside to watch the fun.
He now understood why the master suddenly came out to stop him.
It turned out that Jiang Ci was the master's last disciple, and he stopped him because he was afraid that he would interfere with his junior sister's affairs.
With his master around, he doesn't have to worry about anything.
Chairman Zhang was a little surprised and asked, "Aren't you afraid that we will suppress your master?"
Feng Qingyang said with a fake smile: "The statue with the broken hand is not my master, please do as you please."
President Zhang's mouth twitched.
If he wasn't his master, then why was he kneeling on the ground crying so miserably?
I'm acting here.
"All disciples, listen up! Activate the Demon Suppression Formation!"
"Yes!" All the disciples answered in unison, taking out their magic weapons and forming a formation.
The statue with the broken hand lay on the ground, watching them wandering around silently and indifferently.
As the Demon-Suppressing Formation appeared, President Zhang looked at it with confidence.
Next second.
With a bang!
Several disciples seemed to be rebounded by an invisible force and flew out.
A terrifying pressure swept towards President Zhang.
Feeling the gloomy and terrifying power, President Zhang's face suddenly changed and he hurriedly defended himself.
But it was still too late.
There was a hard blow to the chest.
"Puff!" President Zhang covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the statue with the severed hand lying on the ground had returned to the table and was staring at him silently.
The eyes of the statue were extremely gloomy and dark.
President Zhang suddenly felt a palpitation and fear.
It felt like the evil god could be crushed into ashes at any time if he wanted to.
"Master!" The eldest disciple crawled over to help him.
President Zhang waved his hand and said, "Master, I'm fine. Let me go check on your other fellow disciples first."
The eldest disciple looked unhappy: "Junior brothers are injured, they need to go back to heal."
"Hehe." Feng Qingyang, the old naughty boy, couldn't help but laughed out loud beside him.
President Zhang's face turned ugly!
"This evil god is more powerful than we imagined. Everyone, cheer up and use the enhanced Demon Suppression Formation to suppress it once more!"
The disciples had no choice but to endure their injuries and start setting up the formation again.
The result is still tragic.
All the strength they gathered was fiercely bounced back by the broken-handed statue and flew out again.
This time, none of the disciples could even get up.
Feng Qingyang said seriously: "Don't be busy, take your disciples back to Xuanmen to heal their wounds."
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