Chapter 2237 Outer Disciples

Chapter 2237 Outer Disciple

In other words, unless Yuan Yang Haoshi opened the suitcase and inspected it with the naked eye, he would find that his son's storage bag was in the suitcase inside the storage bag.

It was undoubtedly a very risky move just now. What if Yuan Yang Haoshi was very familiar with the talisman that concealed his aura? Everything Ling Feng did was naturally in vain.

Fortunately, Yuanyang Haoshi trusted his spiritual consciousness very much, so Ling Feng was lucky enough to escape.

Otherwise, Yuanyang Haoshi would have discovered his son's storage bag and checked along the storage bag, and would have discovered his son's body. Haha, at that time, you don't have to think about what irrational things Yuanyang Haoshi will do in his rage.

Even if the old man messes up the entire Yuanyang Sect by then, what will it mean to Ling Feng?

After recovering from his beating heart, Ling Feng walked out of the room.

Before entering the hall, I heard a fierce quarrel coming from inside, and the owner of the sound was Uncle Li.

"Father, what you said is correct. Why don't you pass on my secret knowledge? You said that the person who can make the decision is here, then go and ask him how much time he can spend?" A young voice said loudly, with a tone of Anyone can hear the dissatisfaction.

"Ahu, the rules of the sect cannot be broken. Without the consent of the sect master or the young sect master, my kung fu will not be passed on to you even if I bring it to the coffin! The young sect master is resting now. When I have time, I will naturally I’ll ask for you, so you don’t have to worry!”

Uncle Li's words were categorical and there was no room for maneuver.

"Father, you are my father. You said that the younger you start practicing your special skills, the better the effect will be. But you keep delaying. I am already twenty-three years old, and I can still How big an achievement is that? I don’t worry, I’m afraid that all your hard work will really end up in the coffin!”

Li Hu rubbed his neck and said angrily.

"You bastard! If there hadn't been a teacher back then, I wouldn't be where I am today. Without me, how could you, a bastard like you, be here?"

Uncle Li was furious and smashed the table with one palm.

Li Hu wanted to say something else, but Ling Feng knew he couldn't let him continue. He had already seen that Master Li was really stubborn and terrifying.

"Haha, Uncle Li, why are you so angry? Tell me about it?"

Ling Feng Shiran walked into the hall and walked towards the main seat. With his back to Uncle Li, he nodded sympathetically towards Li Hu. Poor baby, it is really pitiful to have such an old man in his arms.

Li Hu turned his head, not wanting to look at Ling Feng's face at all.

"The treacherous son, I haven't met the young sect master yet."

Uncle Li was even more angry and was about to slap Li Hu.

The sound of wind and thunder resounded in the palm of his hand, and Ling Feng could feel that this palm did not spare any effort. If Li Hu did not apologize, he would definitely slap it down.

"Uncle Li, I am the young sect leader. Didn't I just say that? Let me tell you something." Ling Feng exchanged palms with Uncle Li lightly.

Master Uncle Li's strength has actually reached the peak of the Naqi Realm. Among the outer disciples, only Sun Youwei, a very talented outer disciple, can compare with this.

"Young Master, please forgive me for this traitor, hey..." Uncle Li sighed heavily.

Soon, Ling Feng knew the cause and effect from Uncle Li's story. This matter also has something to do with his master.

It turns out that Uncle Li wanted to revitalize the sect, and he had gathered many good talents over the years. Among them, his son was the most talented, and could barely meet the standards of the inner sect disciples. The rest were slightly worse, reaching the standards of the outer sect. The disciples are more than enough.

However, Ling Feng's master had a rule that no outer disciple could contact him unless there was something important. Master Li was an extremely rigid person. After thinking about it, he felt that being an inner disciple was not a big deal for Ling Feng's master.

Ling Feng's master Yi had always been a master of the dragon, and he was exempted from the annual routine investigation. As a result, Master Li had no chance to report the situation to him.

That's not all. If Master Uncle Li had made some changes and allowed his son to practice the skills of the outer disciples first, it wouldn't be a delay. However, the sect has a rule that outside disciples are not allowed to teach martial arts privately.

In this way, year after year, Li Hu was sadly delayed and could only learn the exercises of ordinary people.

Ling Feng felt a little dumbfounded in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Uncle Li is also too rigid. The only true disciples of his sect are Ling Feng and his junior sister Xuanyuan Qingwu. There are two reasons. There are very few truly good young people. The other is that the old man is too lazy to make apprentices. If it weren't for the fear that the sect would lose its inheritance, I might not have accepted a disciple at all.

"Li Hu, come up here and I'll feel the bones for you."

Although Master Li was sure of his son's foundation, it had only taken so many years, and Ling Feng still needed to confirm it.

"You traitor, why don't you come forward!" Uncle Li's eyes flashed with a hint of joy, and he loudly reprimanded his son.

Li Hu stepped forward tremblingly. Ling Feng reached out and held his wrist in his palm, and fighting spirit began to flow through his body.

After a moment, a trace of disappointment flashed in Ling Feng's eyes: "It's a pity. If five years ago, when the muscles and bones were not finalized, he could indeed reach the standards of the inner disciples. Now, in this life, he can cultivate to the peak of the Qi Sea Realm at most. ”

There was one thing that Ling Feng didn't say. Unless someone with extraordinary strength helped Li Hu cleanse his marrow and cut off his hair, or Li Hu happened to take some kind of natural treasure, this generation would be set.

Once the muscles and bones are broken, there is no hope of condensing the elixir. This is the situation.

"It doesn't matter if it's the Qi Sea Realm or the Qi Sea Realm. I'm only in the Qi Sea Realm. It's just a coincidence that this traitor can cultivate to the Qi Sea Realm." Master Li's eyes flashed with a hint of complexity, and at the same time he expressed hope. looked at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng was dumbfounded. It seemed that only Master Li could teach his son the cultivation method if he had to give the order directly: "Master Li, do you have the skills to reach the Qi Sea realm?"

"Yes, I'm just ashamed. I've been stuck at the peak of the Qi realm for these years, unable to break through." A trace of embarrassment flashed across Uncle Li's face. Ling Feng was already at the peak of the Qi Sea Realm at a young age, but he, at half a century old, was only at the peak of the Na Qi Realm, so it was really incomparable.

"Well, Li Hu will be officially accepted as an outer disciple today. You are responsible for teaching his cultivation without making mistakes."

Ling Feng said with a serious look on his face. This in itself is also a very serious matter.

Ling Feng is the young sect leader and an inner disciple. Either status has the right to recruit an outer disciple. Of course, just don't forget to tell the old man.

"yes!"

Uncle Li couldn't help but shed an old tear in the corner of his eyes, and glanced at his son with some guilt.

Li Hu didn't care too much and said loudly with a happy face: "Thank you, young master."

"By the way, Master Li, what happened in the martial arts gym recently? Why do so many people come to kick the gym?" Ling Feng suddenly thought of those unlucky foreigners and asked out of curiosity.

"They are just a bunch of clowns. They want to buy the land of our martial arts school, and the price they offer is good. It can be said that this is our sect's industry. Don't say that the land deed is not with me. Even if it is here, I will not give this land Give the inheritance to them.”

A trace of disdain flashed in Uncle Li's eyes.

"Oh? Is there any trouble?"

When Ling Feng heard this, he immediately lost interest. A group of ordinary people were trying to seize the land. The ownership of this land was not in the hands of Uncle Li.

"No, these people come to challenge every day, but they have actually increased the practical experience of our martial arts disciples. They are all ordinary people, and they are just joking. Today is even more unlucky. Just as they were about to challenge, the leader of Yuanyang Sect came He came to the door, he thought these people were too noisy, so he took action to teach them a lesson." Uncle Li said that Yuan Yangzong took action, with a smile on his face.

"Father, their strength has become stronger and stronger. If it weren't for the Yuanyang Sect's people taking action today, our martial arts school would not be able to benefit from anything except you." Li Hu suddenly interjected.

Uncle Li nodded: "Yes, some of these people today are quite good in strength. They are warriors. One of them has reached the level of An Jin. In this way, it seems that they still have some background?"

Uncle Li had a puzzled look on his face.

"Father, you pay little attention to outside matters and focus on running the martial arts gym. I recognize some of the people who are the best in other foreign martial arts gyms in the capital." Li Hu also discovered some clues at this time.

Ling Feng was not interested in participating in this matter and stood up: "Uncle Li, I will leave this matter to you. I will leave you my phone number. If you need anything, you can call me. I will stay in the capital for a while and prepare to participate in the new competition. League match.”

"Newcomer League Competition! Is our sect finally going to participate in the Newcomer League Competition again? Good, good! I wish the young sect leader success!" Upon hearing this, Uncle Li was so excited that tears filled his eyes. A sign of the longevity of a hidden sect is that it achieves good results in every rookie league competition. But no one from their sect has participated for a long time.

"Well, find me a new phone and phone number. My phone may have been monitored. I have been in some trouble recently. People from the Crane Organization are following me, so you should be careful."

Ling Feng couldn't help but feel a headache when he thought of the Crane Organization.

"Young sect leader, be careful. There is a common agreement among the three sects and the seven sects. The battles of ancient warriors are not allowed to affect ordinary people. As for me and Hu'er, we are already members of the sect, and we no longer care about life and death. Moreover, I I am an outer sect disciple with an open stronghold. Killing me is equivalent to challenging our sect. The Crane Organization will not be so unwise." There was strong murderous intent in Master Li's words. Unfortunately, his strength was limited, and his tone was somewhat helpless.

At this time, Ling Feng had some clarity in his mind: No wonder the old man asked him to come to the capital. The other party in the capital was really wary. At least there would not be any blatant attacks like Jiangnan City's.

Li Hu was more discerning than him. While they were chatting, he had already gone out and quickly brought over a brand new mobile phone: "Young Master, can you take a look at this mobile phone? A certain amount of phone charges have been prepaid in it. , available now.”

"I'll give the old man a call."

After saying that, Ling Feng picked up his cell phone and dialed the familiar number.

"Hey, who is it?"

The old man's familiar voice sounded lazy.

"Old man, where are you in Widow Liu's bed?"

Lingfeng could vaguely hear other sounds around the old man.

A rustling sound came from the other side, and soon the old man's voice came again: "You stinky boy, your skin is itchy again, right? How can you talk to the master if I haven't beaten you for three days?"

"Hehe, master, if you are wise, don't do bad things, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door..." Ling Feng had a sly smile on his face.

"Who has a guilty conscience... What's the matter with you calling me? Have you gotten into trouble again? I won't wipe your ass anymore. I just had a fight with that damn hermaphrodite, and I'm still hurting in the back!" The old man immediately used the topic change**.

"That old man, I killed the young master of Yuanyang Sect..." Ling Feng was silent for a moment and said something with a guilty conscience.

"Kill it, just kill it...what? Who did you kill?" The old man on the other end of the phone said casually at first, then he picked his ears and asked again uncertainly.

"Young Master Yuanyang Sect..." Ling Feng could only say one more time.

"You stinky boy, get back here right now! You're getting bolder and bolder. No, you can hide yourself and I'll pick you up. I'm an old man. I just wanted to relax for two days." ..." The old man on the other end of the phone immediately became anxious and heard the constant ringing of Ping Leng Bang.

"Don't worry, don't worry, old man, things aren't that bad yet."

Ling Feng was a little touched in his heart. Although the old man was not very cool, he was very kind to him and his junior sister, raising them as sons and daughters.

"You know what the heck, that old guy Yuan Yang Haoshi is such a treasure, and he is the best person to protect his shortcomings. If he knows that you killed his son, if he doesn't cut you into pieces, you are my master!" The old man was furious. said.

"Master, don't worry..."

"Wait a minute, you actually called me master? Did you cause some trouble? Let's talk about it together!"

"Old man..."

"Suddenly...it's normal this time."

Ling Feng rolled his eyes: "This is what happened..."

At that moment, Ling Feng told the old man everything about his encounter with Yuanyang Muqing, and of course what happened after meeting Yuanyang Haoshi.

"It's not bad. It's a bit like my style back then. It seems like you should be able to handle it for the time being, so I won't let it go for the time being. You can handle this matter yourself. Don't call me if you have nothing to do. I'm very worried. busy!"

The old man hung up the phone with a snap, not polite at all.

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