Chapter 43 The leader serves tea!

Ling Feng sent Master and Servant Yue Yunlan out of the Wenxian Sect Mountain Gate, and then returned to Xiaozhu Peak.

Along the way, whether it was the outer disciples, inner disciples, or even some deacons and elders, the way they looked at Ling Feng changed.

In the past, due to Duanmu Qingshan, most people kept a distance from him, but now, Ling Feng seems to have a good relationship with the eldest lady of the Cangqiong Sect, and even the leader does not dare to touch him easily!

After knowing this news, the one who was most unwilling to accept it was Yang Wei, the master of Feixing Peak.

This Ling Feng, he sent to Duanmu Qingshan with one hand. As a result, not only did he send a genius, but now he also got a young lady with a profound background like Yue Yunlan.

At this moment, the head of the Wenxian Sect summoned Yang Wei, Li Liang and other elders, as well as Yun Zheng and other close disciples, and gathered in the main peak hall, all looking a little heavy.

"Master Qi, Ling Feng has sent Miss Yue down the mountain." A disciple rushed in from outside the hall and announced the news loudly.

"Okay, go and summon Ling Feng. Just tell him that the leader has something to do and ask him to come quickly!" Lin Canglang said with a solemn expression.

"yes!"

How could the disciples dare to neglect the messenger? He quickly turned around and rushed out of the hall to find Ling Feng's whereabouts.

"This Ling Feng..." Lin Canglang took a deep breath and frowned deeply.

He originally wanted to use Ling Feng to get Duanmu Qingshan's sword manual, but let him die of poison without a burial place. But now, Ling Feng is involved with the eldest lady of the Cangqiong Sect. If Ling Feng dies in Wenxian Sect, then the daughter of the Cangqiong Sect leader will be angry at Wenxian Sect. For Wenxian Sect, it will undoubtedly be the end of the world. disaster.

"Ling Feng is the second best, at least he can be considered a member of our side." Li Liang narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "It's just that Miss Yue seems to have something to do with Duanmu Qingshan. If the two are connected, Come on, we are truly beyond redemption!"

"Hmph, Duanmu Qingshan, this old man, is like a stone in the pit, smelly and hard! With his temper, if he ever changes his ways, we all will end badly!"

Yang Wei slapped the coffee table next to him and roared: "In my opinion, let's go to Xiaozhu Peak now and join forces to kill that old man! At worst, we will remain anonymous from now on. With the skills of our brothers, even if we go to the mountains to become bandits, You can also live a happy life!”

"Nonsense!" Lin Canglang glared at Yang Wei fiercely, "The matter is not yet clear, wouldn't it be too stupid to mess up now?"

"Yes, the head brother is right." Li Liang touched the goatee on his chin and said calmly: "The matter is not serious yet. In the final analysis, this is a family matter we ask the Immortal Sect, and the Cangqiong Sect does not It’s better to intervene. It’s better to ask that guy Ling Feng about the situation first and then make a plan.”

"Yes." Lin Canglang nodded slightly and turned to look at his true disciple Yun Zheng, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

He originally thought that with this disciple, he could make the sect soar to the sky, but it turned out that Yun Zheng was nothing more than a bag of straw on an embroidered pillow, and could not get into the eyes of the eldest lady of the Cang Qiong Sect!

Yun Zheng felt guilty when Lin Canglang saw him, and he shrank his neck with a look of shame and anger.

For a moment, the hall fell into silence, and everyone was quietly waiting for Ling Feng's arrival.

It is quite strange for the master of a sect to wait patiently for an inner disciple here.

About half an hour later, two figures walked out of the hall.

The person leading the way was the messenger disciple. Behind him was a person wearing an animal skin vest. He didn't look like a disciple of the Immortal Sect, but rather like a hunter in the jungle. It was really a bit nondescript.

Ling Feng was halfway back to Xiaozhu Peak when he was stopped by the disciple who was summoning him, saying that the master had invited him.

Ling Feng had long expected that Lin Canglang would not be able to sit still, so he was not surprised at all. He spent more than half an hour along the way and finally arrived late.

Just make them wait a little longer!

Seeing Ling Feng enter the hall, Lin Canglang immediately stood up from the throne of the headmaster, with a smile on his face, "Hahahaha, Ling Feng, you are here!"

"Holy shit!"

Yun Zheng was dumbfounded on the spot. Is this still the superior master? This attitude is almost like a son seeing his father!

Li Liang's reaction speed was not slow. He immediately stepped forward and led Ling Feng to sit in the first seat on the lower right. He chuckled and said, "Little friend Ling Feng, sit down, sit down!"

Yang Wei was a little embarrassed, but he managed an awkward smile and laughed.

The other Pulse Condensing Realm disciples in the hall also gathered around with smiles, "Junior Brother Lingfeng, you are here. I just took a look at the outer square from a distance, and I felt that you are the best among men. Now At a glance, it’s really amazing!”

"Junior Brother Lingfeng! In terms of seniority, we have to call him Junior Uncle Lingfeng!"

"Yes, yes, uncle Lingfeng, look at my bad mouth, I deserve a beating, I deserve a beating!"

The previous disciple actually slapped two big mouths and greeted him in the face.

"Gulu." Yun Zheng swallowed. If Miss Yue is interested in him, then he is the one who is sitting here today and being regarded as the "ancestor" by everyone.

He clenched his fists and put on a smile, wanting to go up and flatter him.

Ling Feng's mouth had a sinister curve, he looked at Lin Canglang, and said indifferently: "The master is here to find a disciple. What do you mean?"

"Haha, it's not a big deal." Lin Canglang picked up a cup of tea and smiled lightly: "Come on, come on, you have worked hard all the way, let's have a cup of tea first."

"When the leader said this, I really feel a little thirsty." Ling Feng took the teacup and suddenly frowned, "It's a little cold!"

"Really?" Li Liang quickly stepped forward and touched the tea cup, "It's really cold. Let me warm it up for you!"

As he spoke, Li Liang held the tea cup with both hands and stimulated the strong Qi. After a while, the tea boiled slightly and the tea had a leisurely fragrance. It was indeed the best tea.

"Not bad, not bad." Ling Feng picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

The leader serves tea, the elders make hot tea!

This kind of treatment is great!

"The tea is good." Ling Feng put down the tea cup, sat on the chair and stretched, "Oh, after drinking the tea, my legs feel a little sore."

"I come!"

A disciple from the main peak next to him immediately squatted down and stretched out his hand to squeeze Ling Feng's calf, "Uncle Ling Feng, actually my family's ancestral skill is foot massage!"

"You don't need to come." Ling Feng's eyes were fixed directly on Yun Zheng, he stretched out his hand and said calmly: "You come!"

"Me?" Yun Zheng frowned. As a true disciple of the leader, he might even become the leader of the Wenxian Sect in the future, but now he actually wants to pinch the feet of an inner disciple!

"Why, you don't want to? Forget it if you don't want to!" Ling Feng shook his head, "I am a person who easily loses control of his mouth when his feet are sore, talks nonsense easily, and forgets things easily!"

"Evil disciple, you can't get out yet!" Lin Canglang stood up suddenly and turned around to glare at Yun Zheng.

Yun Zheng's heart skipped a beat. As his master, he always put interests first. Even if he was his disciple, when necessary, he would be the first to abandon himself and save his commander.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Yun Zheng gritted his teeth, lowered his body, squatted at Ling Feng's feet, and reached out to pinch Ling Feng's feet.

However, before his hand touched Ling Feng's calf, Ling Feng frowned and kicked Yun Zheng directly in the face, sending him flying for more than ten meters and knocking him to pieces. Eight elements!

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