Immemorial War God

As he followed Mu Chuanliang over, Mo Feng understood in his heart that the reason he was looking for him was because he had become the number one inner disciple. Elder Ye was very strong, and the disciples he taught were naturally more outstanding than the ones he taught.    

    

"Successor Disciple's Peak." Mo Feng raised his head and looked at the towering mountain peak, which was even closer to the clouds. This was the peak of the Successor Disciples, and above them lived the Successor Disciples, the Deacons, and even some Elders.    

    

"Feng, please." Mu Chuanliang respectfully led Mo Feng to the halfway point of the mountain and stood in front of a cave dwelling to knock on the stone door.    

    

"Ga la ga la!"    

    

The stone door opened, and a young man dressed in a purple palace walked out. When he saw Mo Feng, his eyes instantly lit up.    

    

"Feng!"    

    

"Senior brother Rong." Mo Feng smiled as he cupped his fists. The young man's name was Rong Shijie, and his cultivation had just broken through the starburst to become a true disciple.    

    

"Senior brother Yuan, Little Feng is here!" Seeing Mo Feng's arrival, Rong Shijie was extremely happy and shouted towards the cave.    

    

"Quick, let Little Feng come in." A voice came out from inside, Rong Shijie invited Mo Feng into the cave with a face full of joy.    

    

"Wow."    

    

The fatty, who followed Mo Feng into the cave, opened his mouth wide in shock. There were more than ten people sitting inside, all of them were outstanding youths from the sect, none of them had weak cultivations, all of them were at least in the late stage of stellar state.    

    

"My lord's fellow apprentices are different." He sighed in his heart. If it were him, how could he have so many powerful seniors and juniors to accompany him?    

    

"Feng, sit."    

    

A young man seated in the middle said as he saw Mo Feng standing up, his face brimming with a happy smile.    

    

"Senior brother Yuan."    

    

Mo Feng cupped his fists at the young man and sat on a stone stool at the side. Yuan Xingfan was one of the most favored disciples of the Elder Ye. His cultivation was already at the fourth level of the starburst and his talent was extremely high.    

    

"Senior brother Yuan, why did you call me here this time?" Mo Feng went straight to the point.    

    

"Hey, Feng, it's been a long time since we've gathered together. I just wanted to ask you to come and have a good time." Yuan Xingfan said happily. Mo Feng slightly nodded, looking at the rest of the people, he cupped his fists, they were all familiar with each other.    

    

"Feng, long time no see. Come, drink!" There were already fine wines and dishes of spirit fruits inside the cave. After eating all those dishes, his cultivation would increase by quite a bit. The fatty stood by Mo Feng's side, drool almost flowing out from his mouth. Cultivators had always been dull and tasteless, looking down on mortal food, and the wine and food made by cultivators were extremely precious.    

    

This table of food and wine was something he would never be able to enjoy in his entire life.    

    

"Fatty, you sit down and eat too." Mo Feng turned and smiled as he saw the fatty's greedy look.    

    

"This, isn't good right?"    

    

"Right, right, right. Fatty, take a seat as well." The fatty could only sit down, drink wine together, and eat spirit fruit and high grade star beast meat.    

    

After three rounds of drinking, Yuan Xingfan and the others continued to chat with Mo Feng and became tipsy.    

    

"Little Feng, I never would have thought that today, one year later, you would return to be the number one disciple in the inner court. You truly make us ashamed!"    

    

"Senior brother Yuan, you flatter me." Mo Feng shook his head.    

    

Yuan Xingfan laughed, hesitated for a moment, and said:    

    

"Feng, senior brother has a favor to ask of you. Would you be willing to help?"    

    

"Oh? Senior brother Yuan, feel free to speak. " Mo Feng held the wine and tasted it slowly, his expression not changing. His eyes narrowed, it was finally here.    

    

The gazes of over a dozen of Rong Shijie's men also landed on Mo Feng, while the fatty was still in the middle of the large piece of tofu, and had suddenly discovered that the atmosphere was not right. Seeing that Yuan Xingfan and the others were all looking in his direction, he slowly put down the thigh meat in his hand. He was still chewing on it when he casually wiped his mouth and turned to look at Mo Feng.    

    

Yuan Xingfan did not speak, nor did he speak. It was as if he did not sense the strange atmosphere.    

    

Seeing Mo Feng being so calm, Yuan Xingfan frowned.    

    

"Youngest junior brother is indeed extraordinary."    

    

"Feng, I've heard that you've obtained the Ghost Blood of the Nether Spring. Can you give it to me?" After he finished speaking, Yuan Xingfan immediately said, afraid that Mo Feng would refuse:    

    

"You can name a price. If you want anything, I'll definitely give it to you. Besides, I still owe you a huge favor!"    

    

Mo Feng carried his wine cup and continued drinking. He was not young, suddenly calling him over really made him think that he was here to reminisce about old times. However, what was laughable was that the first to think about the Quiet Spring Ye Gui's blood on his body wasn't him, but these seniors and juniors from the past.    

    

"Senior brother Yuan, I have great use for the Ghost Blood of the Serene Spring. Please forgive me for not being able to give it to you." Mo Feng put down his wine cup and said.    

    

Yuan Xingfan's face immediately darkened, and said in a low voice:    

    

"Feng, is Senior Brother's offer not enough? What do you want? Just say it! "    

    

"You can't give me what I want." Mo Feng slowly said.    

    

"Mo Feng, how can you talk to Senior Brother Yuan like that!" Yuan Xingfan's face was already extremely gloomy, these words were too arrogant, was he trying to step on him?    

    

"Thank you for the hospitality, seniors. I'll take my leave now." It was a waste of time to waste his breath on these people. He stood up and clasped his fists. Yuan Xingfan and the others' expressions became even uglier.    

    

"Mo Feng, you are leaving just like that, you really don't put us in your eyes!" A person stood up and said.    

    

"Is this your attitude when we serve you good wine and good dishes?" Another person stood up and said.    

    

"Mo Feng, although Master no longer accepts you as a disciple, but since you were the same as before, do you have the heart to watch Senior Brother Yuan being tormented by illness?"    

    

"Mo Feng, Senior Brother Yuan has taken great care of you previously. Do you really want to see Senior Brother Yuan being tormented like this? You are worse than a beast! "    

    

As they stood up one by one to criticize him, the fatty's entire body shivered and his face turned pale.    

    

"My lord." Look at Mo Feng, if you don't hand over the thing now, you will offend so many people, and it would be too disadvantageous if you make a move.    

    

Seeing how confident and confident everyone was, Mo Feng sneered, and said:    

    

"Wine and food?" How many meals do you want? Me! Take wine and food for example. Are you all very poor? You want me to help you? "    

    

"Brother Yuan, are you suffering from illness or suffering? I think he's healthy. "    

    

Sick or suffering was just an excuse.    

    

Everyone were speechless, Yuan Xingfan's face was gloomy like water, and said coldly:    

    

"Mo Feng, then I will not beat around the bush with you, if you want to take it out today, you will have to take it out even if you don't want to!"    

    

"Clang!"    

    

After he finished speaking, a cold light flashed, and a sharp sword appeared in Yuan Xingfan's hand. The rest of the people also had unfriendly expressions, and weapons appeared in their hands.