Immemorial War God

Seeing that, Mo Feng wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sneered. Although Leng Wenyue had recovered a bit of her cultivation, her injuries were aggravated, and she could no longer take action.    

    

"Elder Leng, you should first!"    

    

"Shut up!"    

    

Mo Feng had just opened his mouth when Leng Wenyue immediately scolded him. Mo Feng shrugged and did not say anything.    

    

"Master, calm down first." Chen Xiaoyao slowly said. Seeing that Leng Wenyue had no intention to take action, she told her everything that had just happened.    

    

"What?"    

    

Based on what he said, her master and disciple were both seen by Mo Feng, and they were even taken advantage of, which was enough for her.    

    

"Damn it!" Seeing Mo Feng secretly cursing, they were angered, but there was nothing they could do. If not for Mo Feng, they would both have died here. With a cold snort, he saw that Mo Feng was looking at her, and he couldn't help but dodge.    

    

"This Lecher is mine …" The more she thought about it, the hotter her face became. Although she was much older than Mo Feng, she had always been obsessed with cultivation and never faked her appearance towards other men. It could be said that for such a long time, she had never even held a man's hand.    

    

This was all due to an obsession in her heart. However, the moment she thought about how Mo Feng had given her artificial breathing, she couldn't help but forget about it.    

    

"Master, Master?" Chen Xiaoyao's voice sounded beside her ears and Leng Wenyue quivered. Her expression immediately straightened, but the redness on her face could not be hidden.    

    

"Master, why is your face red?" Chen Xiaoyao asked in confusion.    

    

"Is your injury getting worse?"    

    

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Leng Wenyue was instantly embarrassed. After glancing at Mo Feng, her expression immediately turned cold as she said to Chen Xiaoyao:    

    

"Little demon, don't believe in any man. Men aren't good people!"    

    

"Ugh …"    

    

The corner of Chen Xiaoyao's mouth twitched, why is it like this again, Mo Feng just saved us. She smiled wryly because he was afraid that he couldn't change this obsession of her master.    

    

"Men don't have any good things?" Mo Feng curled his lips helplessly, and did not say anything else.    

    

"Look, stay there obediently and guard us!" Leng Wenyue bellowed as she sat down to recuperate. Chen Xiaoyao helplessly looked at Mo Feng, and seeing that Mo Feng was looking at him, she rolled her eyes, not daring to look him in the eye. As long as she saw Mo Feng's gaze, her heart would not stop beating, and she immediately sat down and cultivated with him.    

    

Seeing the two of them going into cultivation, Mo Feng turned and looked at his surroundings, feeling relaxed, he had finally found the hardest medicinal herb, and with the next few medicines, as long as there was news, it would be easy to obtain.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

Suddenly, a deafening explosion sounded as a splash of water burst in. Mo Feng's expression changed slightly as he looked ahead, only to see a figure flash past.    

    

"Mo Feng, so you are here!" A cold voice sounded out, and Elder Yang appeared in front of them.    

    

"Elder Yang." Mo Feng's expression changed yet again as his heart sank. He knew that someone from the Li Sect would be after him, and had concealed his tracks extremely well along the way, but he did not discover anyone following him either. Only then did he feel at ease to enter this place.    

    

He never thought that the Elder Yang would actually come personally in order to kill him.    

    

"Elder Yang, you really think highly of me. You even made a trip yourself." His expression was blank as he calmly spoke, and at the same time, the battle-ax appeared in his hand.    

    

Seeing Mo Feng taking out the axe, Elder Yang sneered. He was afraid of Mo Feng's terrifying strength exploding out, but in the end, he was still weak. Did he still want to fight with him? Ridiculous.    

    

"Hmm?" His gaze shifted and landed on Chen Xiaoyao and Leng Wenyue who were behind Mo Feng.    

    

"Dammit, why are they here?" Leng Wenyue was not a weak person, her strength was even stronger than his. To think that he would bump into her, then she would have wasted today's trip.    

    

But why were they with Mo Feng? Furthermore, his clothes were disheveled. Could it be that …    

    

As he thought about this, his expression became more and more unsightly. His gaze returned to Mo Feng as he pretended to be calm.    

    

"Mo Feng, your luck with women is quite good. She has a master and his disciple, yet you are able to enjoy it together." Shadow Monster opened his mouth, his heart was filled with envy and jealousy, between the two of them, who in the sect didn't care, who didn't want to enjoy the blessings of the Qi warriors, and yet here Mo Feng was silently enjoying it.    

    

"No wonder you sneaked out here by yourself." If jealousy could also kill, then Mo Feng would have been killed by him tens of thousands of times.    

    

"What? Are you jealous?" Mo Feng shrugged his shoulders, the corners of his mouth raised in a smile, and said.    

    

"Beast!"    

    

When Elder Yang saw that Mo Feng actually did not deny it, his heart was so jealous that it was about to explode. Leng Wenyue was someone who was at the same level as him, but at that time, even after painstakingly pursuing him, she was still heartlessly rejected.    

    

"No wonder she came to the Discipline Hall last time to save you. So there's actually such a relationship." Elder Yang said coldly, his voice was filled with jealousy.    

    

"Very smart." Mo Feng curled his lips and commented, but this increased the anger of the Elder Yang, and they all wanted to kill Mo Feng immediately. But being cautious was not knowing what Leng Wenyue was doing while sitting there without moving for a long time, maybe she had cultivated a dual cultivation method to digest the remnants of her passion.    

    

"Brat, you are enjoying yourself, but do you know that if today's matter were to be spread out, you will become the public enemy of everyone in the sect? No one will let you off!"    

    

"What are you afraid of? How can today's matter be spread out?" Elder Yang's gaze slightly condensed as he glanced at Leng Wenyue, whose face was still flushed, and his chest continued to rise and fall.    

    

"What do you mean?" Elder Yang's face was cold. If this matter could not be spread out, then that meant that they had to make him die so that this matter would not spread out. Was they trying to kill him?    

    

Mo Feng laughed coldly as he turned around and walked in front of Leng Wenyue and gently grabbed her shoulders.    

    

"Wen Yue, why aren't you attacking me? I'm going to be killed!"    

    

"Zheng!"    

    

Suddenly, a burst of killing intent soared to the sky, causing Mo Feng to instantly feel ice-cold. Even the Elder Yang opposite of him trembled, and couldn't help but take a step back.    

    

"Hmph."    

    

Mo Feng groaned, his hand moved, and the killing intent suddenly dropped. Elder Yang frowned. Why did he continue resting and not make a move?    

    

"Elder Yang, I advise you not to interfere in our matters, and not make a mistake." Leng Wenyue's eyes were still tightly shut, her red lips slightly opened, and her ice voice sounded out.    

    

"Phew." Mo Feng let out a long sigh of relief upon hearing this. Fortunately Leng Wenyue had cooperated with them a little, otherwise the three of them would have died here today. She admitted it in a disguised manner, all for the sake of stalling for time. Leng Wenyue didn't have any strength now, she was just a fish on the chopping block, waiting to be slaughtered.