At this critical moment, Ye Feng suddenly walked in front of the Sword Sect members.
Both sides in the standoff clearly saw him, and their eyes involuntarily turned to him.
He reached out and pressed down the three-foot-long sword in Elder Jian Chen's hand, and asked with a smile:
"May I ask, True Lord Purple Flame, is this new accommodation reserved solely for my Sword Sect, or are there others as well?"
True Monarch Purple Flame narrowed his eyes, not speaking immediately.
Zhu Yunshan, however, said, "There will naturally be more to come."
Ye Feng said directly, "Okay, let's go then."
The moment the words were spoken, the disciples of the Sword Sect became agitated.
"Junior Uncle, you can't go!"
"That's right, when has our Shushan Sword Sect ever suffered such humiliation?"
"Yes! We'll fight them to the death if necessary!"
"Even if I die, I will not diminish the reputation of my Shushan Sword Sect!"
Elder Jian Chen frowned as he looked at Ye Feng.
Ye Feng looked at him and nodded gently.
Elder Jian Chen slowly retracted his natal flying sword.
Although I have no idea what this kid is up to.
But since he's stepped forward, let him take the blame.
"Let's go!"
Elder Jian Chen snorted angrily and walked out first.
Although the disciples below were still unwilling, they could only grit their teeth and follow.
True Monarch Ziyan gave Zhu Yunshan a wink.
After Zhu Yunshan nodded, he flew towards the Sword Sect members.
...
The new house was located on a hill not far from the Guiyi Sect.
There are many houses, all brand new.
At this moment, Ye Feng was surrounded.
He is currently facing criticism and condemnation from many of his disciples.
Zhao Xing shouted, "Junior Uncle! Why are you so cowardly? We might as well fight them!"
Qi Ye was also furious: "When have we sword cultivators ever been so humiliated? To suffer such a disgrace is worse than death!"
"That's right! In the future, the entire cultivation world will say that my Sword Sect is cowardly."
"Junior Uncle, I misjudged you! You're only good at bullying your own family!"
Ye Feng felt as if he were surrounded by a swarm of green flies, obscuring the sky.
The buzzing sound was giving him a splitting headache.
He stretched out his hands forcefully and shouted, "Stop!"
The crowd gradually stopped talking, but they still stared at him indignantly.
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Ye Feng slowly said:
"Didn't you see that the magic array on the ground had already been activated when you were facing off? With one command, we would all probably be turned into mincemeat."
Ningyue said indignantly, "Meat paste it is! But that can't diminish the reputation of my Sword Sect!"
"Senior sister is right!"
"That's right, we can't let the reputation of my Sword Sect be tarnished!"
Seeing that they were about to start shouting again, Ye Feng quickly interrupted them.
"Stop, stop, stop! Let me finish!"
"Death is acceptable, but not such an unclear and unjust death. If we die now, it means we've lost, and our sect's only secret realm will be taken over by someone else!"
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent for a moment.
Ye Feng quickly pressed his advantage, saying, "We're definitely going to lose face today; the other side clearly planned this all along."
They probably wish we would do it! That way, they can kill us all and then fabricate charges against us at will.
Moreover, just because we lost a game doesn't mean we can't get it back.
Ningyue frowned and said, "Junior Uncle, are you talking about first place in the competition? But since the competition started, our Sword Sect has never won first place."
Ye Feng firmly stated, "Just because we couldn't do it before doesn't mean we can't do it now. Were the people who participated in the competition before as strong as us?"
Everyone thought it made sense. In the past, the Sword Sect was lucky to have one Nascent Soul stage cultivator in the competition, but this year they have a total of three!
My emotions have calmed down a bit, but I'm still somewhat indignant.
In the middle of the night, Ye Feng summoned all the disciples of the Sword Sect.
A row of barbecue grills had already been set up in the courtyard.
Qingyou sighed, "Junior Uncle, we're still feeling really upset, how can we be in the mood to eat?"
Ye Feng laughed and said, "Eating is one thing, causing trouble for the Guiyi Sect is another."
His words immediately piqued everyone's curiosity.
Qi Ye couldn't help but ask, "Junior Uncle, tell me quickly, how can we make things worse?"
Ye Feng didn't keep them in suspense and said directly:
"You guys had barbecue on the airship before, what did you think of it?"
As soon as the question was raised, a group of disciples felt their mouths watering uncontrollably.
A bite of lamb skewer, a sip of fine wine—it's like being in paradise.
Although I am indeed considered a god-like being in the eyes of ordinary people.
But that feeling was truly indescribable.
Ningyue asked curiously, "The taste is naturally incredibly delicious, but what does that have to do with causing distress?"
"Just watch and follow my instructions."
After saying that, he lit the pine charcoal in the barbecue grill.
Lamb seems to have some inexplicable connection with pine trees.
Adding pine branches or similar ingredients when cooking mutton can make it more delicious.
Lamb skewers grilled over pine wood are especially fragrant.
After extinguishing the open flames with water, Ye Feng began placing lamb skewers on the barbecue grill.
Ye Feng was also furious about what happened during the day.
They're petty to begin with, so how could they not retaliate after being treated so badly?
These bumpkins in the cultivation world today, how could they have ever experienced the power of barbecue?
My anger won't go out for the next couple of days!
The aroma from roasting fills the mountain gate, and I want to see who can resist the temptation.
That way, they'll lure everyone up this mountain.
From now on, people in the martial arts world will only say that Guiyi Sect failed to provide adequate hospitality, forcing all the participating sects to stay outside!
...
The mutton sizzled and glistened with oil as it was grilled over charcoal.
Ye Feng sprinkled seasonings on the lamb skewers while turning them over.
As cumin seeds were sprinkled in, an irresistible aroma wafted out.
The disciples who had just said they had no appetite were now staring longingly at the meat skewers.
"Several men, use the Wind Control Technique to blow this smell into the Guiyi Sect's mountain gate."
Return to one sect.
The guest rooms in Wanhua Valley.
The Peony Fairy and the Rose Fairy are chatting.
"Master, have you heard about what happened this morning?"
"Yes, the Guiyi Sect has indeed gone too far."
The Rose Fairy said with a sigh, "I didn't expect that those brutes of the sword cultivators would actually hold back."
The Peony Fairy did not respond immediately; she was dyeing her nails with the juice of balsam flowers.
Her glossy, smooth nails were dyed a light pink, creating a striking contrast with her fair and smooth fingers.
He raised his palm, looked at the effect, and nodded in satisfaction.
Only then did he speak:
"Those who don't hold back will all die today, including that Jian Chen. Who told their Sword Sect to not have any Ascension Realm cultivators? If their fists are small, they'll get beaten up."
As they were talking, the Peony Fairy smelled a faint fragrance.
He sat up from the bed in an instant.
Oh no, it's the smell of a rumbling stomach.
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