Chapter 64: Qin Moling

Chen Feng was surprised: "Sister, have you also entered?"

"Why, despise me?" Han Yuer shrugged her nose cutely.

"It's really surprised." Chen Feng said honestly.

Han Yu'er was anxious and waved a small fist at him like a demonstration.

Then she giggled again: "I didn't believe it before, speaking of which, I was lucky."

It turned out that the opponent in the final battle with Han Yuer was very strong. After he came up, he beat Han Yuer to the left and right. It was difficult to parry.

Just when Han Yuer was about to lose, a vision of heaven and earth suddenly appeared on Chen Feng's side.

Han Yuer's cultivation base is low, and she has little knowledge, so she didn't think much about it. His opponent was so knowledgeable and shocked that he was distracted on the spot.

Han Yu'er took the opportunity to attack and wins in a daze.

Han Yuer said excitedly, bursting into laughter.

Under the shallow light, the beauty Yan Ruyu, this scene, Chen Feng has not forgotten for a long time.

Early in the morning of the next day, the top ten disciples of the Waizong were all gathered on the top of Broken Arrow Peak, in front of the Zongmen Hall.

Chen Feng and Han Yuer came here with Han Cong and waited outside the hall.

"Are you Chen Feng?"

A voice came from behind.

Chen Feng looked back and saw a group of people approaching. Seven or eight of them were not very old. The oldest was around twenty years old. All of them are luxuriously dressed, powerful and arrogant.

The one who spoke was the one who was at the forefront.

He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slender figure, thin lips, thin eyes, handsome and gentle, but there was a cold and harsh expression in his eyes.

The man walked up to Chen Feng, raised his chin slightly, and asked proudly, "Are you Chen Feng?"

Chen Feng frowned: "Why ask knowingly?"

"It is true that the master died early, uneducated, and not at all polite." A girl in purple shirt sneered.

"Public ridicule others for being uneducated, I am afraid that I am really uneducated!"

Chen Feng sneered and said, "Although your master's parents are not dead, I suggest that they should commit suicide and teach you such a person. If you change me, you will die of shame.

Han Yuer giggled and said, "Chen Feng, that's a good point!"

"You!" The girl's face was pale and she was shaking.

"Sure enough, my teeth are sharp and my mouth is sharp, I just don't know how well my hands are!"

The first teenager to speak coldly snorted and sneered.

He is obviously the most outstanding person in this group, and when he speaks, everyone agrees.

"You are certainly not as good as Senior Brother Qin!"

"Senior Brother Qin, you are the most famous disciple of the foreign sect. You don't know how to squeeze into the ranks of the top ten disciples by some shameful means. How could it be your opponent?"

"Among our top ten disciples, it's really unlucky to have such an extra item!"

"I bet he is not the enemy of Senior Brother Qin's three moves."

The purple-clothed girl glanced at Chen Feng in disgust, and stood beside Senior Brother Qin.

Qin Moling, seventeen years old, the eldest son of the Qin family in Baishicheng, the nine-fold peak cultivation base the day after tomorrow!

Half-step god!

Qin Moling stepped forward, exuding momentum, and staring at Chen Feng: "Junior Brother Chen, I heard that you are very powerful. I want to ask for advice. I wonder if you can appreciate your face?"

Chen Feng couldn't breathe under the huge momentum! He felt that his hands and feet were like being stuck in a quagmire, and it was extremely difficult to move them.

"It's terrible, I can't even move, is this the strength of the half-step god?"

Stormy seas were set off in Chen Feng's heart.

He knew that Qin Moling at this time wanted to kill himself, that is, with one move!

Han Cong came over and coughed softly, and Chen Feng felt that the pressure on his body suddenly lightened.

"Uncle Han." Qin Moling saluted very respectfully.

It's like it wasn't him who provoked just now.

Han Cong glared at him, and said coldly: "Sect Master is about to summon him, what kind of style are you guys making here?"

Qin Moling smiled and said, "Uncle Han taught that."

While talking, another person came over, who turned out to be Ran Changling who was defeated by Chen Feng yesterday.

His face was pale and looked weak, but his right arm had been reborn with flesh and blood.

I don't know what heaven and earth treasures Ran Yuxue used for him, the panacea.

He stared at Chen Feng fiercely, his eyes cold like a poisonous snake.

Qin Moling greeted him, and they seemed to be very familiar with each other, chatting and laughing together, and taking a look at Chen Feng from time to time.

"Why did he come? Didn't he get eliminated?" Chen Feng asked in surprise.

Han Cong sighed: "Ran Yuxue opened up the joints in the sect, and the sect announced to the outside that it was a pity that Ran Changling was extremely talented and did not enter the inner sect, so he specially added a quota to come in."

"One of the top ten disciples retired. Of course, Ran Yuxue gave him a great advantage. So Ran Changling was able to recruit the top ten disciples."

"Can you do this?"

Chen Feng said in surprise.

Then there was a rush of anger in his heart, and he sneered: "Ran Yuxue, do you value your nephew? You have to pay such a big price to let him enter the inner sect, right?"

"Okay, then I will hit you in the face!"