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Chapter 152



Chapter 152

Although Elder Hao spoke very euphemistically, Mu Feng could hear some clues.

Xindao: It seems that the two Faxiangjing members acted in their own way.

If you say you are absent from such sect-style activities, you will be absent.

The leader of the team seems to be unable to control it.

This time the Zongmen Exchange Contest, the Flying Star Hall should not be messed up, right?

Just as I was thinking like this in my heart, two piercing sounds came from far and near.

Sensing the fluctuation of the coming person, Elder Hao's face remained unchanged, but he was slightly relieved.

As the team leader, he wants no one to ignore his rules and rules more than anyone else.

Because that would directly affect his authority.

Fortunately, those two can be regarded as clear, and they can't get down for themselves before they set off.

Thinking of this, Elder Hao couldn't help showing a wry smile.

'There are so many choices for those who are strong in the Dharma Realm within the sect, why did the suzerain choose Ling Xiao? '

At this moment, Mu Feng's mood fluctuated a little.

How could he fail to recognize Ling Xiao's breath?

Therefore, the one I complained about for a long time just now is actually one of my own.

So here comes the question, because of the incident at the Demon Town Tower, hasn't the Zongmen stopped monitoring her?Why did you let her come out to participate in the competition?

Under the gaze of everyone, two elegant and slender figures appeared in the middle of the square.

One person has a cold temperament, like the ice lotus standing alone on the top of the snow mountain.

A person is dignified and demure, but the sly light in his eyes reveals that his master is not a person who can bear his temper.

The two Faxiang Realm elders who rushed here in a hurry were Ling Xiao and Shen Shu.

Ling Xiao originally planned to come here to make a show before leaving.

After all, Zongmen is kind to her, and since she has accepted the task of this exchange contest, she will not act too uniquely.

Unexpectedly, she saw Mu Feng in front of the square!

And the position of the other party happened to be the echelon of the representative members of the Golden Core Realm.

He actually wanted to fight on behalf of Jindan Realm disciples? !

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao couldn't help showing a strange look on his face.

"Elder Ling, Elder Shen, you are here just in time. I just want to talk to my disciples about the rules of the Zongmen Exchange Conference."

After two or three polite words, Elder Hao began his speech.

Ling Xiao and Mu Feng stood in two different areas, separated by Elder Hao, who was talking eloquently in the middle, and started talking via voice transmission.

"Why are you here? Has the incident at the Demon Town Tower been completely overturned?"

"It's about the same. Let me participate in the exchange competition this time, and it also has the meaning of making up for it, although I am not at fault."

Speaking of this, Ling Xiao asked curiously again: "What about you? Why are you here?"

Mu Feng thought for a while, and then answered the other party very rigorously: "The full-level boss slaughtered/killed Xinshoucun."

Ling Xiao: "???"

……

Two days later.

Mu Feng and others boarded the warship of Flying Star Palace.

The warship can accommodate ten thousand people, but now it is only loaded with more than two thousand members, and it looks like the entire ship is empty.

The cabin is divided into three floors.

The golden core disciples stayed on the bottom deck, and their spiritual energy was only average.

Nascent Soul Realm disciples stayed on the middle floor, and the cultivation environment was several times better than that on the deck floor.

The top floor is assigned to monks in the Dharma Aspect Realm, and the two floors below are completely incomparable in terms of furnishings and richness of aura.

For Mu Feng, it doesn't make much difference which floor he stays on.

Anyway, he doesn't need to rely on the environment to cultivate.

After boarding the warship, he took Wei Yangbing back to the cabin assigned to them by the sect alone.

They planned to stay in the cabin to practice before arriving at the destination, but unexpectedly, there was a slight knock on their door that night.

Wei Yangbing withdrew from the cultivation state, and ran to open the door with a face full of curiosity.

Immediately afterwards, his entire expression changed from surprise to fright.

"Elder Ling Lingxiao?"

Seeing the terrified expression of the young monk in front of him, Ling Xiao kept his face calm, but felt a little unnatural in his heart.

She also knew that her hastily coming here might bring trouble to Mu Feng.

But when she thought about Zongmen arranging the opponent in the deck area with the worst environment, she felt that even if the influence was not good, she had to make this trip.

After all, the warship will be in the air for more than a month.

If you stay on the plate armor all the time, it will delay your cultivation too much.

"Is Mu Feng there? I have something to ask him."

After hearing Ling Xiao's slightly flat voice, Wei Yangbing realized his gaffe.

He hastily turned his body to one side, let out the door, and invited this iceberg-like elder of the sect Keqing into the room.

The plate armor accommodation area on the third floor is actually not bad.

The space is spacious and bright. The central copper furnace burns spiritual incense that can make monks calm and calm. There is also a high-level gathering array in the corner.

If such a cultivation environment is placed outside, it will cost a lot of money to enjoy it.

But in Ling Xiao's eyes, it was not enough.

After stepping here, she felt even more that she was right, and even secretly reflected why she didn't come earlier?

Wei Yangbing cautiously followed behind the tall slender woman, feeling nervous and complicated.

The other party's appearance of 'inspecting the leader' is not quite right!

Brother Mu obviously provoked others.

Don't look at some pavilion masters who are busy practicing seriously every day, but there is no incident of secretly seducing beauties!

Just thinking about it, Mu Feng walked out of the training cabin.

"How did you come?"

"Come and see you."

Hearing such a conversation, Wei Yangbing immediately understood: It really is!

Everyone in the house is his own, and Mu Feng didn't bother to be polite, he said with a smile: "Every time I went to your cave, I didn't see you looking forward to it, so tell me, what do you want from me?"

Wei Yangbing was shocked: Dongfu?every time!

Ling Xiao's ears were reddish, and she calmed down, and then directly expressed her intention of coming: "The cultivation environment here is too bad, go to my place."

Hearing this, Wei Yangbing couldn't help but tremble.

In his mind, there seemed to be a thunderbolt.

"Nimma! Is this an invitation to live together?"

Mu Feng naturally understood what Ling Xiao said.

He walked slowly to Wei Yangbing's side, raised his hand and pressed his palm on the other's shoulder, interrupting the other's thoughts.

Then she politely refused to Ling Xiao: "Don't bother, I think this place is also very good."

As he spoke, he teased again with a half-smile: "I don't want to become the topic of conversation overnight. When I return to the sect, I don't know how many people will challenge me as a love rival."

Ling Xiao rolled his eyes at him and didn't try to persuade him any more.

She wasn't an enthusiastic and lively person, so seeing that Mu Feng didn't want to go to her floor, she gave up.

The two chatted for a while about matters related to the Zongmen Exchange Competition, and Ling Xiao went straight back to her residence.

After confirming that the other party really left.

Only then did Wei Yangbing get close to Mu Feng, and asked furtively, "Brother Mu, you and Elder Ling Xiao..."

"It's not the kind of relationship you thought." Mu Feng directly interrupted the second half of his words.


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