Immemorial War God

A sudden shout rang out, shocking Yi Jinglin, who was inside the cave, as he raised his head to look outside the cave, his face filled with anger. He had just thought through many things, and was about to figure out the crux of the matter.    

    

She glanced at Mo Feng and saw him nodding slightly. Then, he turned and angrily rushed out the door.    

    

"Who's the one wailing like a ghost here!" The moment he opened the stone door, he scolded loudly, but the moment he did so he was stunned. The person standing outside the door was the Elder Yang that controlled the Punishment Hall, and there were over a hundred disciples standing behind him!    

    

"Why is the Elder Yang here, and why did he bring so many people!" His gaze sharpened, and he suddenly turned to look at Mo Feng.    

    

Mo Feng frowned, seeing that the situation was bad for Yi Jinglin, he got up and walked out.    

    

"Scram!"    

    

Elder Yang looked at Yi Jinglin with a cold glint in his eyes. A mere disciple dared to scold him?    

    

"Bam!"    

    

With a casual wave of his hand, Yi Jinglin was sent flying.    

    

"AHH!"    

    

Yi Jinglin let out a blood-curdling screech as he vomited blood. This was a strike from his Starchild's Realm;    

    

"Jing Lin!"    

    

Seeing that, Mo Feng's face changed, he immediately rushed forward to catch Yi Jinglin, only to see the corner of his mouth was covered in blood, the pain had already made his face turn sinister.    

    

"Ah, don't move, don't move me!" With Mo Feng's attack, Yi Jinglin cried even more miserably, until even tears flowed out.    

    

"My waist … my waist is broken!"    

    

"What!"    

    

Mo Feng's eyes widened, he looked at Yi Jinglin who had suddenly turned his head and looked out of the cave. Attacking so ruthlessly, even if his Star Imprint Warriors was broken, it was still extremely possible for him to die, and even if his life was saved, it would be difficult to recover.    

    

"Jing Lin, don't move." Mo Feng s face darkened as he took out a healing pill and fed it to Yi Jinglin, for the time being not letting his injuries worsen. Standing up, his eyes glowed with rage as he stared at the entrance of the cave.    

    

"Mo Feng, you still haven't come out!" With a roar, a figure slowly walked in.    

    

"Elder Yang!"    

    

Mo Feng looked at the cold light that flashed in his eyes. During this period of time, even the Elder Yang did not attack him.    

    

"Elder Yang, great skill, you have already hit my cave!" Mo Feng said sinisterly, he turned his hand and the battle axe appeared in it. It was fine to deal with him, but to injure his friend was unforgivable!    

    

"Hmm?" Elder Yang saw Mo Feng taking out his battle axe and his eyes became serious. Was he going to attack him? He had just broken through stellar state and now he dared to make a move on him.    

    

"Chi!" And then, he sneered. Even if Mo Feng's strength was exploding, he was only using his stellar state after all. It was laughable that he dared to make a move against him.    

    

"Kid, I'm not here to kill you today." The Elder Yang sneered, causing Mo Feng to frown.    

    

"I don't need to kill you personally to avoid dirtying my hands."    

    

"The class monitor wants you to go to the main hall."    

    

"Squad leader?" Mo Feng frowned even more, he recalled that the class monitor was always the fourth clan elder of the sect. With his current identity, he would not interact with such people, why did he suddenly call him to the hall?    

    

"Why did you call me?"    

    

"Hmph, you'll know once you get there." Elder Yang sneered and turned to leave. He did not forcefully hold Mo Feng back, there was no need for that. In any case, Mo Feng would not be able to escape today.    

    

"Mo Feng, Mo Feng, don't go. He must be lying to you." Yi Jinglin's weak voice came from behind as he turned to look at him. His chest rose and fell as he said:    

    

"I'll be right back."    

    

Looking at Mo Feng's back, Yi Jinglin's face became paler and paler, he opened his mouth wide and fainted.    

    

"Help me give Yi Jinglin to the Pill Pavilion for treatment." Walking out of the cave, Mo Feng looked at the close to a hundred disciples outside, then looked at a white and clean fatty, and said.    

    

The fatty immediately sneered, but before he finished speaking, he saw Mo Feng throw him a storage bag. The fatty caught it in a daze, opened it, and saw that there were exactly ten thousand star stones inside!    

    

"Hiss!"    

    

His hand trembled. His cultivation was not high, he had only reached the stellar state, and ten thousand star stones was not a small amount of wealth to him. Raising his head to look at Mo Feng, he naturally accepted the storage bag and said indifferently:    

    

"I'm only responsible for sending you over, but I'm not responsible for the medical fees!"    

    

"You don't have to be responsible." Mo Feng nodded, turned and swiftly rushed into the sect's great hall, as he looked ahead with ice-cold eyes.    

    

Seeing that Mo Feng was already far away, the fatty turned around and entered the cave, helping Yi Jinglin who was on the ground to get up and walk out.    

    

"Fatty, you really intend to send Yi Jinglin to the Pill Pavilion!" A few of the people who did not leave exclaimed in surprise when they saw the fatty honestly carry Yi Jinglin out.    

    

"Are you stupid? Yi Jinglin has already been beaten into a cripple. Be careful that he doesn't blame you!"    

    

"That's right, even Mo Feng is going to die, isn't it good for you to get this star stone for no reason?" Everyone tried to persuade him otherwise. With a cold expression, Fatty carried Yi Jinglin and left.    

    

"I may not be a good person, but I have to do something after I get my things."    

    

Looking at Fatty's back as he walked further and further away, everyone laughed and shook their heads. They had to do things for the dead and yet they still had to suffer. They had really lost their minds.    

    

whoosh whoosh whoosh *    

    

Just as everyone was about to leave, a few figures suddenly appeared. They turned around to see the uniform of all the Martial Pavilion disciples.    

    

"Time Jingzhou?"    

    

"Why are they here!"    

    

Everyone was startled, only to see Jing Zhou rushing into Mo Feng's cave to take a look, and after a while he rushed out again, raising his head to look at them.    

    

"Where's Mo Feng?"    

    

"He just went with Elder Yang to the Great Hall of the sect!" A person replied in a daze.    

    

"Damn it!"    

    

Time Jing Zhou stomped his feet and cursed loudly. He turned around and rushed towards the Pill Artifact Mountain.    

    

"Uh …" Everyone's lips twitched in astonishment as they looked at each other.    

    

"What is the Warrior Pavilion doing? Do they still want to help Mo Feng?"    

    

"No matter how strong they are, they won't be able to save Mo Feng this time!"    

    

The corner of everyone's mouth raised into a sneer. Previously, the reason the Shui Family members did not dare to touch Mo Feng was because of the Warrior Pavilion.    

    

Mo Feng followed the Elder Yang to the sect's great hall. Surrounding the hall were a few thousand disciples, and the moment they saw him, a clamor filled the air.    

    

"Mo Feng is here!"    

    

Everyone stepped aside to allow Mo Feng in.    

    

Seeing them gloat, Mo Feng squinted his eyes, letting him come to the hall was not a good thing, with so many people surrounding them, perhaps only those people had the ability to do so.    

    

Still fearless, he strode towards the main hall.    

    

"You're just putting on an act. You don't even know that you're going to die?" Seeing Mo Feng's relaxed appearance, everyone was unhappy and laughed coldly.    

    

"A dead pig shouldn't be afraid of boiling water. Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well go and die generously."    

    

Amidst everyone's ridicule and ridicule, Mo Feng had already entered the hall, and the moment he entered the hall, his gaze fell on Shui Yuan and the rest.    

    

"People of the Shui Family." As expected, it was not difficult for the people of the Shui Family to recognize him. There was an obvious family symbol on his clothes, a ball of water-colored patterns that were like flames.