The young disciple was stunned by Li Qingfeng's scolding, and said with a terrified face: "Li, Senior Brother Li, the Nine Dragon Saint Clan is the Saint Lord's close friend, you can't offend him."

Li Qingfeng was stunned and said angrily: "Who said I want to offend the Nine Dragon Saint?"

What a joke! He is the Nine Dragon Saint. A sneeze can kill him. How can you offend the Nine Dragon Saint? Even those who have lived enough would not dare to offend the Nine Dragon Saint! The young disciple was even more confused. With a look of doubt on his face, he asked in surprise, "Then why are you so angry..."

Li Qingfeng gnashed his teeth and said, "I am angry about the disciples that Jiulong Saint is going to bring!"

"What?" the young disciple asked in confusion, "What does it have to do with his disciples?"

Li Qingfeng took a deep breath and was about to fly into a rage, but then he snorted coldly, waved his hand, and said unhappily: "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask!"

The young disciple felt relieved and hurriedly crawled away.

As soon as he turned a corner, several disciples suddenly surrounded him. One of the fat men asked curiously, "Quanle, what did Senior Brother Li scold?"

A confused look flashed across Quan Le's face, and he shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Li Qingfeng didn't make things difficult for me this time, but... he was a little weird."

"What's weird?" The curiosity on the faces of the fat man and others became even stronger. They looked at each other with a sense of gloating.

Quan Le curled his lips and said, "Do you know that the Nine Dragon Saint is coming back?"

"Of course I know. The Holy Lord of Nine Dragons discussed the matter of the sword spirit with our Holy Lord. The Holy Lord of Nine Dragons seemed to be going to look for a magical boy. It seems... he should be back soon, right?"

Quan Le had a strange look on his face. He looked around and didn't see Li Qingfeng. He breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "You don't know, when Li Qingfeng mentioned that magical boy, he gritted his teeth, it was like... it was like..."

"Like what? Tell me now!"

The fire of gossip was burning so fiercely that the little fat man was almost sticking to Quan Le's face.

Quan Le took two steps back and said with a strange look on his face, "It's just like Senior Brother Li was abused by that young man."

Puff! All the people laughed.

The little fat man laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. After a long while, he helped a disciple stand up straight. He looked around furtively and said, "No wonder Senior Brother Li hates that kid he has never met before. Do you know how that terrible scream came out last night?"

"How...how did it come out?" Quan Le shuddered all over.

No one had a good sleep last night because of the heart-wrenching screams. Although everyone knew that it was Senior Brother Li Qingfeng who was screaming, no one dared to ask.

Normally, Senior Brother Li Qingfeng is high and mighty. He has already broken through to the Saint Realm at a young age. In the entire Tianshan Holy Land, there are only a handful of him. Except for Senior Sister Fu Yao from Lengyue Peak, no one can compare to Li Qingfeng in talent.

How could such a talent not be valued in the Tianshan Holy Land? Everyone's face was flashing with fear. The little fat man's voice was even lower, and he whispered: "You may not have heard that Lengyue Peak Fu Yao World has broken through the second heaven. Not to mention among the strong saints, I am afraid that even among the great saints, he is also a gifted person. Now you know what happened to the screams last night, right?"

"Oh my!"

Quan Le showed a look of shock on his face, and muttered to himself: "Could it be that Master has attacked Senior Brother Li?"

"It's more than just a move, it's a killing move!" The little fat man is obviously a know-it-all. He said with a smile: "Yesterday evening, my master ordered me to prepare to open the Tiandao Altar. Which level do you think it is?"

The little fat man's face turned pale, and he stretched out four fingers and said, "Third level? How can that be possible? With Senior Brother Li's strength, can the third level be called like a pig being slaughtered?"

"Four, four, four, four...fourth floor?"

Everyone screamed and subconsciously covered their mouths for fear of being seen by others.

"How could it be the fourth floor? That would cost lives." Quan Le said in amazement.

"So, it doesn't matter if that mysterious young man doesn't come. If he comes, he will definitely be regarded as a thorn in the side of Senior Brother Li. How good will his fate be?" The little fat man's eyes sparkled, and he looked like he was afraid of chaos in the world. He said mysteriously: "And you don't know that Senior Sister Fu Yao is also waiting for the mysterious young man to come."

"Why is Senior Sister Fuyao waiting for him?" Quan Le was even more confused.

“You’re not convinced. Tianshan Holy Land has so many outstanding disciples. Now they want to subdue the sword spirit. Why should they let a so-called magical boy who came from thousands of miles away come?” The little fat man snorted coldly and said, “Not only Senior Sister Fuyao, but also Senior Brother Dukang and Senior Brother Mahuicao are waiting for the mysterious boy to come. It is said that they are all in seclusion, trying to break through the second level of potential!”

"Good fellow!" A gloating look flashed across Quan Le's face, and he muttered to himself, "This fellow has already become the target of public criticism before he even arrived at the Tianshan Holy Land!"

“It’s going to be exciting. I also heard that not only these Saint Realm brothers and sisters, but also those Half-Step Great Saints are all gearing up to see how mysterious the mysterious young man that Saint Nine Dragons admires so much is.” The fat man sneered.

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Quan Le sighed and said, "Come to think of it, I don't know what the Holy Lord is thinking. He just believed the words of the Nine Dragon Saint. How can a kid in the ninth level of the Celestial Stage really go to heaven?"

"Who said it wasn't? Let's go and practice. When that guy comes, maybe we can pin him to the ground without the help of our brothers and sisters!" The little fat man said proudly, "For this matter, I deliberately bothered Master for an entire night to get a chance to enter the Sword Pavilion. Who wants to go with me?"

"Of course everyone will go!" Quan Le's face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly urged the fat boy to quickly take the life talisman to Jiange.

…

On the edge of the endless snow-capped mountains, Yang Zhen lay comfortably on the back of a dragon-like creature, muttering to himself: "Practice is really good, I don't even have to be afraid of the cold."

Jiulong looked at Yang Zhen in surprise and said, "Are you afraid of the cold?"

"Afraid?" Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "I'm not afraid of the cold, I just don't like the cold. In our village, you can't imagine how comfortable it is in the cold winter. Of course, the north of the village is more comfortable, and the south is a little worse."

"Why?" Jiulong asked with a strange look on his face, "How big is your village? Why is there such a big difference?"

Yang Zhen laughed loudly and said, "This is a long story... Ah Qiu, who is talking about me again? Damn, don't you know that sneezing in such a cold weather will cause a cold?"

Jiulong laughed and said, "Boy, I told you that the man has a bad temper. You'd better put away your eccentric personality and stop calling yourself a slut in front of others."

"I... I am the most low-key person. I can only pretend to be a good boy. I won't embarrass you!" Yang Zhen gave Jiulong a reassuring look.

"Aqiu!"

(End of this chapter)