Chapter 14 Never Heard Such a Request

"It's the young son of the Long family, Long Qitian!"

"It is said that he reached the fifth level of Qi Refining at the age of sixteen. He is considered a genius, but he has never joined the sect."

"The ancestor of the Long family is at the ninth level of Qi refining, and the entire family is equivalent to a middle-class sect. Where do you need to join other sects?"

"But didn't he claim to be joining the Misty Sect?"

"People must have taken a fancy to the two female disciples of the Misty Sect, I really don't have the eyesight to see!"

All the people who were originally lined up spread out, daring not to appear within ten meters.

However, whispers have spread.

Hearing these words, Ye Feng immediately found that Long Qitian was looking at Li Jiaojiao and Mo Ying with light in his eyes.

Li Jiaojiao is handsome and shrewd, and she is more than a few points stronger than the two vulgar fans next to Long Qitian.

As for Mo Ying, although she wears a black gauze hat, her figure is graceful and graceful, and she has a high-cold temperament.

Not to mention Long Qitian, even Ye Feng, regardless of his appearance, still thinks that this figure is perfect.

"Clap" sound.

Longqitian patted the five low-grade spirit stones on the table and said proudly:

"From today onwards, this young master is the elder brother of the Misty Sect, and everyone else will greet me when they see me. Especially these two beautiful junior sisters, who have to serve me every day."

Ye Feng looked at Longqitian like a fool.

For such an impure person, killing him would not be accepted into the sect.

"The mind is not right, the character is inferior, and it does not meet the requirements." At this time, even the system jumped out to prompt.

For the first time, Ye Feng discovered that the dog system was quite opportunistic with himself, and even rejected Longqitian at the same time.

So, Ye Feng pointed at the five spirit stones on the table and said seriously:

"I don't care if you are Long Qitian, Long Aotian, or Zhao Ritian, we won't accept you from the Misty Sect, you can stay where you are cool."

"You dare to reject me?"

Long Qitian's eyes widened, very annoyed.

Seeing this, Ye Feng's secret path cultivation world really does not lack such sand sculpture villains.

But he is not worried about Longqitian's revenge. After all, he is the head of a regular sect who is sheltered by the City Lord's Mansion.

If even the descendants of a family are afraid, how can they stand still?

"Have you never been rejected?" Ye Feng raised his eyelids and pointed to the stinky ditch in the distance, "By the way, it's cooler there."

"No one in this world has ever dared to reject my son, you are the first!"

Long Qitian pushed with both hands, and the two vulgar fans in his arms were pushed to the ground.

He stepped forward, his fists raised.

However, it stopped a foot above Ye Feng's head. Because, Long Qitian was stopped by the two guards behind him.

"Young Master, this is the head of the Misty Sect. You can't fight it. If you make trouble at the City Lord's Mansion, it won't end well."

A guard said solemnly.

"good."

Another guard also said.

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows: "The two guardians of feelings are not here to protect you, but to prevent you from provoking people you can't provoke."

"Fart, the head of the inferior sect, I can't afford Longqitian?"

Long Qitian shook off the hands of the two guards and pointed at Ye Feng's nose, "Do you really think this son dare not hit you?"

"Then you are fighting!"

Ye Feng spread his hands and didn't care.

If he was hit, he would fall to the ground immediately, and he would not be able to get up without a hundred spirit stones.

"In the early days of the sect's business, as the head of the sect, I must work hard to benefit the sect." Ye Feng secretly planned in his heart, looking forward to the call from Long Qitian.

When Long Qitian heard Ye Feng's words, he raised his hand in anger, but when he thought that if he hit Ye Feng, his family's dividends would be deducted until next year.

So he withdrew his hand.

Seeing that Long Qitian didn't make a move, Shi Lei and other Misty Sect disciples who were about to make a move were also relieved.

However, in order not to lose face, Long Qitian thought of a coquettish operation, pointed to his nose, and sneered at Ye Feng:

"I won't hit you, but do you dare to hit me? This young master is standing here, but you hit me!"

From Longqitian's point of view, Ye Feng could not beat himself, so the two sides would be considered a draw.

His face was naturally preserved.

When Ye Feng heard this, his eyes widened.

OMG!

And such an outrageous request?

boom!

A hard straight punch hit Long Qitian's nose, and the nosebleed spurted out.

Long Qitian took two steps back, stunned.

Others were also stunned.

Ye Feng really dares to fight?

"Everyone has heard that it was Long Qitian who asked this head to beat him. I have lived for twenty years, but I have never heard such a strange request."

Ye Feng said with his hands spread out.

Long Qitian wiped his nosebleed, trembling with anger, pointed at Ye Feng and cursed:

"You...you hit me?"

"it is good!"

Ye Feng didn't care whether it was an interrogative sentence or a request sentence, he shouted and jumped up.

Straight punches, uppercuts, white cranes with bright wings, empty steps with bright palms, lunges and kicks, looking back...

A set of long punches went down, and Long Qitian was beaten until his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he fell to the ground.

He was only traumatized, but the whole person was stunned.

Long Qitian didn't believe that Ye Feng dared to hit himself, and he fought so vigorously that he had already made fifteen consecutive moves.

Others were also dumbfounded.

"Master Ye, please stop!"

The two guards of the Long family immediately stood in front of Ye Feng, "Just now, our young master rammed into the head of Ye, and you beat him. How about this matter?"

Ye Feng was a little unhappy: "Otherwise, let Young Master Long hit me, and then just pay me ten low-grade spirit stones... Hey, don't go, five yuan is fine!"

"Farewell!"

The two guards twitched their eyelids, and hurriedly set up the Dragon Knights from the left and right, and dragged them outside the Baizong Square.

"Ye Feng, today's event, I remember Longqitian... uuuuu!"

Long Qitian hadn't finished speaking, but a strange sound came out, as if his mouth was gagged by a smelly sock.

"Why is the guard of the Long family a little scared of me?" Ye Feng looked at the direction where Long Qitian and his party disappeared, feeling a little strange in his heart.

"Uncle Sect Master, do you really dare to fight?"

Li Jiaojiao waited for her disciple to come back to her senses.

Mo Ying, who was standing not far away, looked at Ye Feng, her eyes behind the black veil were full of surprise.

"Isn't this guy a mortal? When he punched just now, his physique looked very strong, and he actually gave me a feeling of the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining...Is it an illusion?"

Mo Ying was very puzzled.

After the practitioner enters the Qi-refining state, the spiritual energy circulates in the meridians day and night, nourishing the body.

The higher the cultivation base, the older the age, and the longer the physique is tempered, the stronger it will be. Even though some elderly practitioners are thin, their strength is amazing.

This is the benefit of being nourished by aura.

"Cough cough! You don't have to panic about what happened just now. Our Misty Sect is very reasonable, and the old man is not deceived. People with lofty ideals are welcome to join."

Ye Feng sat back in his seat again and began to greet people around him to sign up.

After what happened just now, many people looked at Ye Feng sideways, but considering that the Long family might have a grudge with the Misty Sect, they just watched and did not dare to join.

This scene made Ye Feng a little worried.

...

The main hall of the dragon family.

"Dad, look, this was all beaten by Ye Feng, the head of the Misty Sect. It's a miserable old man."

Long Qitian knelt on the ground and cried to a mature and stable middle-aged man sitting in the main seat.

This person is Long Qitian's father, Long Zhenchuan.

The head of the White Floating City Dragon Clan, the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Long Zhenchuan glanced at Long Qitian and said, "Well, it's really miserable. Come back later, and the injuries are all recovered."

Dragon Rider: "..."

He wanted to ask, which mountain corner did he pick it up from.

Otherwise, can my father say such a thing?

"The Misty faction was named by Deacon Zhou Jiaqian. It is a faction of the Zhou family. Our Long family should not provoke them for the time being. Well, let's go!"

Long Zhenchuan waved his hand, and a gust of wind swept through, and Long Qitian was already blown out of the hall.

"You two, come here!"

Long Zhenchuan put down the teacup and shouted.

His voice was majestic, with a bit of gloom.

The two guards walked in quickly and knelt on the ground, not daring to take a breath.