Immemorial War God

"If Tian Ji Xin used his full strength, it would be hard for even the eighth place disciple in the inner sect to defend against him. Mo Feng was able to injure him severely, he wouldn't really be able to hold the position of first disciple, right?"    

A year ago, although Mo Feng was ranked first among the inner sect disciples, that was by virtue of his talent, and not his actual strength. At that time, any one of Mo Feng's inner sect disciples could easily crush him, but he never expected that today, a year later, Mo Feng would return to be first among the inner sect disciples.    

"Is he really a 3-star talent?"    

"Yin Yang Slash!"    

As everyone was discussing, Tian Ji Xin, who suddenly admitted defeat, suddenly dashed forward. The Flying Dragon and New Flame Saber in his hands spun around, and slashed towards Mo Feng's head!    

"My lord!"    

The fatty who was behind Mo Feng felt the wild wind blowing towards him. He suddenly turned his head to look, only to see Tian Ji Xin rushing towards him with a large blade. He jumped in fright and quickly pushed Mo Feng away with both of his hands.    

"Hmm?" When the people who were discussing heard the fatty's words, they all turned their heads over and saw Tian Ji Xin rushing towards Mo Feng with his saber.    

"Didn't you admit defeat? Why are they still attacking? "    

"Master?" "That damn fatty is too loyal, isn't he?"    

"Scram!"    

Seeing the fatty blocking the blade for Mo Feng, Tian Ji Xin did not want to waste the opportunity on him. He rushed over and kicked the fatty away, then turned around and hacked Mo Feng away!    

"AHH!"    

Fatty's miserable scream came from far away. Everyone quivered when they saw this, and in the next moment, Mo Feng would probably die.    

"My lord, quickly dodge it!"    

When the fatty saw that Mo Feng still did not notice him, he shouted anxiously.    

"He's dead for sure."    

The big blade was already in front of them, when everyone saw that Mo Feng still had not retaliated, they all sneered. Tian Ji Xin also revealed a sinister smile. At this time, no matter how strong Mo Feng was, he would not be able to escape death!    

"Die!"    

The Flying Dragon's New Flame Blade was already only three centimeters away from Mo Feng. Tian Ji Xin's face showed his success, but just as he raised it, a dazzling white light suddenly attacked him, stinging his eyes.    

"Puchi!"    

Everyone could only see a flash of white light. Their eyes could not help but narrow as they could only see a black shadow cleave the axe in the white light. One person was cut in half at the waist, and fresh blood spurted out!    

"This!"    

A moment later, the white light dimmed and Mo Feng's bloody battle axe could be seen. Tian Ji Xin's blood flowed profusely as he was cut in half on the ground.    

"Hiss!"    

"How did he do it!"    

This was too terrifying! In that short moment, from the moment Mo Feng took out his battle axe, to the moment when he counterattacked, the entire process was completed in less than an instant. If they carefully thought about it, it was simply too terrifying!    

It was not enough to kill Tian Jixin successfully. He needed to be strong enough. Otherwise, it would be useless.    

"AHH!"    

Miserable screams suddenly rang out. Everyone trembled as they focused their eyes, only to see that Tian Jixin, who had been dismembered, was still not completely dead.    

"Why, Mo Feng, why!" Tian Ji Xin looked at Mo Feng viciously, both his hands grabbing the ground as he crawled towards Mo Feng, blood flowing all over the ground. He could not understand, why was Mo Feng's attack speed so fast, he could not retaliate in such a short period of time, and why did he cut Mo Feng into two before his big blade could slash onto his body? What kind of attack speed was that!    

"You will never understand how strong I am." Mo Feng said indifferently, as he walked over and stepped on Tian Ji Xin's head.    

"As a human, you must be able to afford to lose. If you can't afford to lose, you must throw away your life. Oh right, don't attack my men! "    

"I must remember these words in my next life!"    

"Crack!"    

Mo Feng stomped his feet on Tian Ji Xin's neck.    

"Hiss."    

Everyone kept quiet, their necks pulling back uncontrollably as they watched Mo Feng's body turn cold.    

"Let's go."    

Putting the battle axe into his storage ring, he turned around and left. The fatty watched as Mo Feng clenched his fists tightly and felt incomparably carefree in his heart.    

He took out a healing pill and swallowed it. When he saw the now dead Tian Ji Xin, his eyes immediately turned as he rushed forward and took away Tian Ji Xin's storage ring and identity token.    

The two figures of Mo Feng and Huo Poyun disappeared from their eyes for a long time. Only then did everyone react as they looked at each other.    

"With this kind of strength, not even the top three inner court disciples will be able to defeat him in a short amount of time!"    

"Too terrifying."    

"My lord."    

The fatty caught up to Mo Feng and handed Tian Ji Xin's storage ring and identity badge over to him. Mo Feng glanced at it, then said with a smile:    

"Keep these things."    

"My lord, this is yours." It was not a good thing for him to get so many things, and furthermore, it was what Mo Feng deserved, so how could he take it?    

Seeing the fatty insist, Mo Feng did not force him. He knew that the fatty would not accept these things, rather than wasting time, it would be better to just directly accept it. He retrieved the storage ring and identity token, transferred the contribution points on the token onto his own token, and casually threw it away.    

"Feng!"    

Just as he was about to return home, a shout came out, Mo Feng's brows twitched, he turned his head and saw a refined youth dressed in green dashing over.    

"Senior Brother Mu?" Mu Chuanliang narrowed his eyes. One year ago, his senior brother from the same sect, the Elder Ye, was also the one who had the best conversation with him, apart from Yangjing. Their relationship was also quite good.    

"Long time no see, Shixiong Shi." Mo Feng went forward and cupped his fists and said.    

"Long time no see." Mu Chuanliang was a little embarrassed when he saw Mo Feng. He scratched his head and said:    

"Feng, you've been in the sect for so long. I've been so busy these days that I haven't even looked at you. I'm really sorry."    

"Nothing." Mo Feng shook his head and smiled. Mu Chuanliang continued to rub his head, as though he was unable to say anything.    

"Brother Mu, if you have something to say, just say it."    

Mu Chuanliang nodded, looked up at Mo Feng and said:    

"Little Feng, even though Master did not take you in as her disciple anymore, you still haven't looked at Master in such a long time. That's a bit of something." As he said that, he seemed to be afraid that Mo Feng would be angered, and carefully glanced at Mo Feng.    

"Feng, he had no choice but to accept you as a disciple this time. Actually, he has always been talking about you, and so many fellow disciples miss you so much. He specifically asked me to invite you to a gathering this time, are you free?" After he finished speaking, Mu Chuanliang looked at Mo Feng nervously.    

Mo Feng was expressionless. When he had just become the number one inner disciple, Mu Chuanliang had come looking for him. He did not believe that this was a coincidence. He glanced at Mu Chuanliang, smiled, and said:    

"Brother Mu, please lead the way."    

Mu Chuanliang was overjoyed. He raised his hand and said:    

"Please."