Just now, Jiang Deng's sword struck, and Murong Feiran's upper body and lower body were split into two.
No matter how hard his soul tried, it was still unable to heal the wound on his waist. A steady stream of spiritual consciousness poured out from the wound, gradually weakening his strength.
This is... the master's unique destructive sword energy!
Thinking about what this person called him, could she really be...
Murong Feiran stared at Jiang Deng blankly, unable to believe that the master who was killed by him and his brothers would appear in front of him again.
"No, it's impossible! You must be fake!"
Murong Feiran's face was full of resistance and disbelief, "Tell me! Who asked you to disturb the mind of this leader?"
Jiang Deng seemed to have expected that Murong Feiran would not come up and trust his identity, so he said calmly: "That year, you see, after the six disciples fell into the ice pool, their strength increased greatly due to some combination of circumstances. In order to break through, you
, also jumped in and almost froze to death in the ice pool. In the end, my teacher fished you out."
"That year, you heard that your third apprentice fell off the Immortal Meteor Cliff and unexpectedly got a spiritual sword that was close to the divine level. So you jumped down secretly and fell half to death. I was the one who picked you up from the bottom of the cliff.
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"That year..."
Jiang Deng recounted the things that only he and Murong Feiran knew about in his previous life, one by one, and finally looked at Murong Feiran inexplicably.
"To be honest, I don't understand. I think I have fulfilled my responsibilities as a master to you, but why is your inner demon that I accept you as your disciple?"
Murong Feiran looked at Jiang Deng, with an unpredictable expression on his face.
Jiang Deng's words completely shattered his luck. The man in front of him was indeed the reincarnation of his master!
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Murong Feiran couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh. His black hair moved freely, and every move he made had a hint of madness.
"Master, what do you think?"
Murong Feiran stared at Jiang Deng again, with a complicated light flashing in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said: "You have saved me again and again, but what?"
"You never want to keep your eyes on me, even if it's just one more glance than others!"
"Yes, you are very nice to me, and you are equally nice to your other apprentices!"
"Every time I think that I am the most special one among all your disciples, you treat me the best, but then you turn around and treat others better!"
"I've never been the only one!"
Murong Feiran's handsome face also became distorted and ferocious, which showed how much hatred he felt in his heart!
Jiang Deng said speechlessly: "...Ah, do you know how difficult it is to accept seven disciples and still have to keep a bowl of water in order?"
In her previous life, she had always been very proud that she could be as good to her seven apprentices. Did she not expect that this could also be a reason to hate her?
If I had known earlier, I would have treated the seven disciples badly...
"Master!"
Murong Feiran looked at Jiang Deng with mixed feelings of love and hate, "Ask yourself, are you really as good to me as you are to them?"
"You never care about my cultivation progress, but whenever other brothers and sisters make breakthroughs in their cultivation, you will praise them, why can't you praise me too?"
"Is it just because my talent is worse than theirs and my cultivation is slower than theirs? But do you know how hard I work?"
"I work hard to practice all the time! But my talent is there. No matter how hard I try, I can't compare to these talented people. They can break through and advance just by drinking water."
"Since I became your apprentice, I feel inferior to myself all the time..."
Murong Feiran's voice gradually became lower, and he lowered his eyes and said: "I have been thinking, if I go back to the day when Master and I first met, if I had not called you to stop, and you had not accepted me as a disciple, I would have been
Otherwise, I wouldn’t be like this today, which is what I hate the most..."
Hearing this, Jiang Deng was a little stunned, and for the first time he doubted the quality of his teaching.
Is there something wrong with her teaching methods?
She also wanted to praise Murong Feiran, but Murong Feiran's cultivation speed was too slow, and it seemed like she was mocking him if she praised him, so because of Murong Feiran's psychological problems, she didn't praise him.
Unexpectedly, Murong Feiran was left with psychological problems because of this?
Isn’t this too speechless?
Jiang Deng thought about what happened in her previous life. She remembered that although she had never praised Murong Feiran, she never showed any disappointment, nor did she put pressure on him. She also frequently gave him spiritual weapons and techniques...
Why, isn't this good enough?
Just when Jiang Deng was reflecting on his teaching and whether there was any problem, a dark light flashed in the eyes of Murong Feiran opposite him.
The next moment, he turned into an afterimage and attacked Jiang Deng!
Jiang Deng sensed the sense of danger and quickly ducked to avoid Murong Feiran's attack. He raised his eyes to look at Murong Feiran opposite and sneered, "Good disciple, if you are so unbehaved, my master will be angry."
"What a pity..."
Murong Feiran licked the corner of his lips regretfully, "It's rare for me to say so much. I just want you to relax your guard, Master. I didn't expect that I couldn't succeed."
Jiang Deng raised his eyebrows, "Did you just say those words casually?"
"Haha, of course not. In fact, there is a more important thing that I haven't said yet."
"What?"
Murong Feiran looked at Jiang Deng affectionately, "What I want to say is...Master, I love you, but more than loving you, I hate you more!"
After saying this, Murong Feiran's expression changed, and he looked at Jiang Deng with eyes full of hatred, making him look even more evil.
Jiang Deng frowned slightly, "You prohibit women from Feiran Spiritual Realm from practicing just because you hate me?"
Murong Feiran raised a nasty smile on his lips, "Not only that, if they can cultivate and have another path, who would be willing to be my cauldron?"
Jiang Deng: "..."
Thinking back then, Murong Feiran was almost arrested for making a furnace cauldron, and now he is arresting someone else for making a furnace cauldron. It is really incomprehensible.
Maybe, the person in front of me is no longer the young man who dared to resist power and had good intentions.
His limited talents and thousands of years of torture and frustration have turned that cute boy into an unrecognizable monster.
The last trace of warmth in Jiang Deng's eyes faded, and the power of chaos was crazily injected into the heavy light sword.
A flash of blue light!
God-level flames, Qingluan True Flame, are burning fiercely on the sword of the heavy light sword. There is no sense of evil or weirdness at all, but only a pure and gentle breath, as if it can burn away the filth in the world.
"Murong Feiran, you have done many evil things in the past thousand years, and my master wants to kill you. Do you have any objection?"
"Master..."
Knowing that his strength was weak and that he could no longer defeat Jiang Deng, Murong Feiran's expression immediately became pitiful, and his eyes shone with the light of prayer.
"Master, don't kill my disciple. I promise you that I will be a good person in the future..."
"Really?" Jiang Deng smiled faintly, "It's a pity it's too late."
After saying that, he raised his hand and waved his sword!
The sword energy carried the Qingluan True Flame and slashed straight towards Murong Feiran!