"Then this spirit hunting conference will be interesting."

A group of monks around were watching the show, wishing they could grab a handful of melon seeds in their hands.

When the Shushan disciples heard the Qingfeng Sword Sect mocking them, they glared back in anger, looking very upset.

"So what if you come too much? Maybe it's a recharge?" Li Yan snorted coldly.

Several male disciples with strong energy also said, "That's right, we are one of Shushan to support you two!"

When the opposite side heard this, he snorted coldly, "Stop talking big. If you have the ability to meet with the spirit hunting meeting, see who will catch more spirit pets!"

"Just compete! Who is afraid of who?"

The two sides were back and forth, and their faces were red and they almost started to fight.

Xue Ning and Song Liang did not join the boring verbal battle. They stood aside with their arms held in their arms and watched the fun like two people who were fine.

Xiao Chengfeng felt a headache when he heard this, so he reached out and pinched his hand and closed his mouth to several disciples who were scolding, so that they could not speak.

"Mmmmm!" Li Yan was so blushed that she couldn't say a word.

"Noisy!" Xiao Chengfeng's expression was cold, and he scolded Shushan and Qingfeng Sword Sect, "I'm making a tantrum in public, without any cultivation. How can I look like a Taoist practitioner?"

After being scolded by the uncle of the master, the disciples of Shushan shrank their necks one after another, buried their heads with resentment on their faces.

Xiao Chengfeng rarely appears in front of his outer disciples. The disciples of Qingfeng Sword Sect don’t know him. Seeing that his fellow disciples were banned, they were so angry that they pointed at Xiao Chengfeng and scolded him.

"What are you doing? Why teach us a lesson? Unlock the magic quickly!"

What a good guy, this person is desperate, how dare you scold Xiao Chengfeng?

Xue Ning and Song Liang widened their eyes, looked at Xiao Chengfeng carefully, and prayed silently for the man opposite.

Xiao Chengfeng's face darkened, and he was filled with a surging cold air, "Random..."

The man's voice was low and there was a hint of danger.

He narrowed his eyes and raised his hand. The flying sword in his sleeve suddenly shot out, turning into a long blue whip, whipping towards the disciple in front of him.
Chapter completed!