957 Complicated Old Man



"Haha!" Ye Qiu finally couldn't help but laugh. After acting for too long, this show was finally over. Especially when he saw Daoist Tianfeng's uncomfortable expression, he felt even more amused. "Disciple, go and bring your Martial Uncle back."

Ye Qiu laughed loudly and asked Lin Qingzhu to bring the heavily injured Qi Wuhui back. Lin Qingzhu nodded when she heard this and immediately flew down to drag Qi Wuhui back.

Qi Wuhui was in a very bad state after fighting ten people in a row, but it was good to be bad. This was because in this adversity, he had successfully ignited the divine fire, and it was the legendary true fire of the gods.

This true fire was extremely powerful. It was known as the divine fire from the Nine Nether. It was an existence that even ancient fiend celestials respected. With this divine flame, he could finally enter the ranks of geniuses. Moreover, with his current momentum, it would not be long before he could fight Ye Qingxuan and the others.

This was definitely not without reason. It was true.

This was because he had walked his Dao. When he faced a desperate situation, it would be the moment he awakened his true self.

This state was extremely terrifying, a little similar to Ye Wuhen's Killing God Mode. However, Ye Wuhen's Killing God Mode would only temporarily improve himself in battle and become braver the more he fought.

Qi Wuhui's combat pattern could make him break through his shackles in extreme despair and madness, and his strength would advance by leaps and bounds.

The two were different.

"Whew," Qi Wuhui, who was dragging a heavy body, was in a sorry state. His face was covered in blood.

Linglong was about to cry. She thought that her Martial Uncle was going to die and kept grabbing his clothes. "Martial Uncle, are you dead?"

The corner of Ye Qiu's mouth twitched. He knocked her head and said, "What nonsense are you spouting? Your Martial Uncle is at his peak. He's still far from death."

"Oh, then it's fine!" Linglong was deep in thought. Although she didn't understand, as long as Martial Uncle didn't die, there wouldn't be a problem.

"Hehe, Junior Brother, was I handsome just now?" Qi Wuhui, who had just caught his breath, said proudly. After watching Ye Qiu show off for so many years, it was finally his turn to show off today. He had to show off. This result was not easy to come by!

Not to mention anything else, just Li Changye and Gu Haoran were a difficult bone to chew. They almost stunned Old Qi.

"Pfft," Lin Qingzhu couldn't help but laugh when she saw his smug expression. Martial Uncle Qi was still the same. He was as coquettish as ever and only liked to show off! The word 'pretentious' finally summarized his entire cultivation life. No wonder he could figure out such a path. He had no choice. He was forced.

After all, there was a risk in showing off!

Most of the time, he was the one who was beaten up and had no choice but to become stronger and stronger. Otherwise, the grass on his grave would already be more than three meters tall. Back then, when he ascended, his cultivation was even inferior to Lin Qingzhu's. Now, he has already surpassed Lin Qingzhu.

Although this was because Ye Qiu deliberately let Lin Qingzhu suppress her realm and temper her foundation, one couldn't deny Qi Wuhui's outburst during this period of time!

One had to know that he was alone and did not even have a huge family clan to support him. He had forcefully forced him to this extent with the trials of the Holy Land and the rewards he obtained from breaking various records.

From time to time, he would have to face the challenge of his enemies! It could be said that he had started with a hell-level dungeon. The worst thing was that he had almost cleared it.

Qi Wuhui's injuries finally recovered after consuming an immortal pill. Ye Qiu looked at him in amusement and replied, "How should I put it? I only have one word to evaluate your performance today."

"What word?" Qi Wuhui's interest was piqued.

Ye Qiu smiled and said seriously, "Cool!"

"Haha, let's keep a low profile! This is all basic operations. It's not worth mentioning." Qi Wuhui was overjoyed after finally obtaining Ye Qiu's approval. It wasn't easy. It had been decades! From the Great Desolate World back then to the current Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, this kid was finally willing to admit that he was more handsome than him.

Haha!

"Hmph, trying to please the crowd!" Daoist Tianfeng's face turned ashen and incomparably ugly when he saw the two of them. His ten disciples walked back with heavy bodies, not daring to look him in the eye.

Daoist Tianfeng was even angrier when he saw them like stray dogs. "Why are all of you not saying anything? When we were on the mountain, weren't all of you in high spirits and claimed to be the number one genius in the world? Didn't you usually look down on everyone? Now that you have suffered a defeat, all of you are like f*cking stray dogs and can't raise your heads anymore?"

The disciples did not dare to look into his eyes. They knew their master's temper very well. Apart from Xiao Jinse, no one dared to take the initiative to talk to him.

"Hmph, trash! All of you are trash. Genius? You think you're geniuses? You can't even defeat him with ten of you. How embarrassing." The more he spoke, the angrier he became. Daoist Tianfeng felt like his chest was about to explode.

Ten against one!

Furthermore, they had actually lost to Qi Wuhui in front of the various large aristocratic families in the world?

How embarrassing…

How embarrassing!!!

Anger rose in his heart. Daoist Tianfeng wished he could slap them to death, but on second thought, "Phew, don't be angry, don't be angry. I taught them. I'm not angry at all. Why would I be angry? It's just a defeat. Who hasn't been defeated in this world? It doesn't matter. I don't care at all.

"When I was a disciple back then, didn't I often lose? This is very normal. Moreover, it's understandable that they lost after encountering such a difficult opponent. After all, who would have thought that this Qi Wuhui would have such magical ability? It's not their fault. So what if they lost? It doesn't matter."

Daoist Tianfeng was trying his best to convince himself to calm down. As their master, he had already taken the initiative to find an excuse for them. In the end, they had lost! It was also related to him, as a master.

He shouldn't have accepted these idiots back then. It's all my fault! It has nothing to do with them. It's all my fault.

"Ah!" For some reason, the more he tried to convince himself, the angrier Daoist Tianfeng became.

So infuriating! I want to hit someone, is there any insensible person who would come up? Please, let me find an excuse to beat you up, okay?

However, the disciples of the Heavenly Dao lineage, who knew his temper very well, were already far away and did not dare to look at him.

Ye Qiu saw this comical scene.

"Haha!" He laughed unkindly, but on second thought, he felt guilty.

Sigh, what a cute old man! He was clearly very angry, but he couldn't bear to vent his anger on his disciples.

What kind of person was Daoist Tianfeng? Ye Qiu couldn't evaluate him because he was a very complicated person.

Say that he was petty? No, he knew that Ye Qiu was plotting against him, but he still let the disciples of the Heavenly Dao help Qi Wuhui become a god in one battle. It could be said that his actions were like giving up the honor of the Heavenly Dao lineage to help Qi Wuhui. There was no benefit to him even if he won with ten people! The world would only think that winning was only right.

Therefore, this battle had been unfair from the beginning. Regardless of whether he won or lost, he had no benefits. Even though he knew that this was the case, he still let his disciples go.