"Haha, you are so arrogant! You even dare to lecture others on behalf of the Xuanming Sect?"
Another voice was heard, and a black figure rushed towards Gu Yuan with great energy.
Gu Yuan's face changed slightly as he felt the powerful aura and strength!
Quickly letting go of the white-robed young man in his hand, Gu Yuan stomped his foot hard, then threw a punch, directly colliding with the black figure that was attacking quickly. The black figure flipped in the air and fell to the ground, motionless.
On the other hand, Gu Yuan took two steps back. It was clear at a glance who was stronger and who was weaker.
"You are just a ninth-level spiritualist, yet you dare to teach my Xuanming Sect's people a lesson?" the black figure laughed.
"Brother! Kill that brat for me! How dare he hit me!"
The young man in white robe on the ground showed ecstasy on his face when he saw the black figure coming.
"Shut up! Why are you embarrassing yourself by coming out instead of cultivating in the sect?"
The black figure shouted loudly with a look of disgust on his face.
The young man in white robes didn't dare to speak for a moment, and said in a low voice with grievance: "Brother, I just came here to play today. I've been practicing for several days and I'm almost bored to death!"
"Hmph! Get out of my way right now, or you'll embarrass my people!" said the black figure.
The young man in white robe wanted to say something, but because of the gaze of the black figure, he could only step aside helplessly.
"So it's someone from Xuanming Sect again. I thought so."
Gu Yuan stared at the black figure with a smile on his face.
"Haha, Brother Wang, this is really strange, is there no one left in your Xuanming Sect?
How come anyone dares to bully you?"
Just as Gu Yuan was confronting the black figure, several noisy voices were heard, which made Gu Yuan frown.
Several sounds of breaking through the air were heard, and three figures landed next to the black figure.
"Fengyun? What are you doing here?"
The black figure looked at the newcomers and frowned, as if he was not very happy to see them.
There were three people coming, and the leader was Fengyun.
"Haha, Brother Wang Fei, what's the matter with you? You're the only one allowed to come from the Xuanming Sect, but you're not allowed to come from the Black Ghost Sect?"
Hearing what that person said, Gu Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He was actually from the Black Ghost Sect?
Feng Yun looked at Gu Yuan not far away, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
"Are you Gu Yuan?" Feng Yun asked.
"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?" Gu Yuan asked calmly.
"How arrogant! No wonder he dared to kill someone from the Feng family!"
A hint of anger suddenly appeared on Fengyun's face, and his aura suddenly increased.
Wang Fei, who was standing by, was slightly surprised. "What? Did that guy kill someone from your Black Ghost Sect?"
Feng Yun smiled, suppressed the anger on his face, and said, "Feng Zhan died at the hands of this man."
"Tsk tsk tsk, that loser Feng Zhan died at the hands of this man. I thought I had met a very powerful man, hahaha!" Wang Fei laughed mercilessly.
Feng Yun said with a gloomy face, "Wang Fei, don't forget that your brother is still swollen!"
Wang Fei raised his eyebrows and said, "You are not as skilled as others, you deserve to be beaten."
Feng Yun snorted coldly and cursed in his heart, does this mean that he will not get involved in this mess?
"Hmph! A coward is a coward. You wouldn't dare to provoke even a ninth-level spiritualist." Feng Yun looked at him with disdain.
Wang Fei didn't get angry and said directly: "Since that guy killed your family, then just leave it to you to deal with it. I'm too lazy to do it. Of course, if you can't beat him, ask me for help and I can still help you."
"What a joke! Do I need to personally take action against such a loser? It's simply dirtying my hands! Feng Bing, go kill him!"
Feng Yun sneered and spoke directly to the person next to him.
Are you kidding? I am a fifth-level spiritual master, and that person's cultivation level is only ninth-level spiritualist, so he is not worthy of my attack.
Feng Bing is a second-level spiritual master and his strength should not be underestimated.
Feng Bing took a step forward and stared at Gu Yuan closely.
"Boy, it's an honor for you to let me take action."
A hint of heat flashed in Feng Bing's eyes, and he looked at Gu Yuan as if he saw an achievement. The ninth-level spiritualist killed his young master's brother. As long as he killed this man, he could make the young master happy, and maybe the young master would reward him at that time.
Facing Feng Bing, who was a second-level spiritual master, Gu Yuan was not afraid. "Then come!"
"Do you think I'm a soft persimmon? Who are you looking down on?" Gu Yuan sneered in his heart.
Feng Bing snorted coldly, stepped out directly, and started fighting with Gu Yuan.
"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that Feng Zhan would die at the hands of this guy. What a pity." Although he sighed sadly, anyone could hear the mockery in Wang Fei's words.
Feng Yun's face turned ugly. "He's just a piece of trash. If it weren't for the Great Elder, Jia Hui would have been expelled from the family long ago. His death wouldn't be a pity!"
He wouldn't dare say such words in the sect, but here, he didn't mind speaking his true thoughts.
"Oh? Is that so?" Wang Fei smiled and stopped talking.
"Brother, can Feng Bing beat that kid?"
The young man in a white robe with a pig face walked up and asked.
Looking at that pig face, Wang Fei shook his head speechlessly, took out a pill and handed it to him, saying: "After returning to the sect, I will seclude myself for three months. You are not allowed to come out before the time! You are only a level 5 spiritualist now, what a waste!"
The young man in white robe took the pill and swallowed it, then said with a bitter face, "Brother, I don't have the same cultivation talent as you. Why do you always force me to practice like you? I don't want to become a strong man. Besides, I don't have that kind of talent!"
"Shut up! Do you have any sense of shame? Aren't you ashamed of what you said?" Wang Fei shouted.
The young man in white robe shrank his neck in dismay and muttered, "I just don't like practicing!"
"Half a year!" Wang Fei said suddenly.
The young man in white robe widened his eyes and his face turned red. He was about to say something but he covered his mouth tightly.
He knew that if he said one more sentence, he might have to stay in seclusion for a year.
"boom!"
There was a loud bang, and Wang Fei looked at the battlefield, but was stunned.
On the battlefield between the two, Feng Bing was lying on the ground with his body charred black, twitching from time to time, and he had lost consciousness.
Gu Yuan stood where he was and retracted the blood-red flame in his hand.
Wang Fei blinked, then turned to look at Feng Yun, who looked as if he had seen a ghost.
He couldn't help but reveal a mocking expression and said, "Brother Fengyun, that kid doesn't seem as weak as you thought!"
Feng Yun clenched his fists. In just a dozen breaths, Feng Bing, who was only a second-level spiritual master, was defeated by Gu Yuan, who was only a ninth-level spiritualist.
He is still a little confused and can't quite believe the result.
"Feng Han, go and bring Feng Bing over."
Feng Yun suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke to the other person beside him.
Feng Han helped Feng Bing, who was charred and unconscious, over and said to Feng Yun, "Master, Feng Bing must have been careless!"
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