Because Ling Feng was a "eunuch", Jun Wanyi arranged for Ling Feng and Yu Junyao to live together, and she left in a hurry.
When leaving, he called out very gently, "Brother Lingfeng"!
However, Ling Feng always felt a little bit creepy.
Is there something wrong with this girl’s muscles?
Why, her eyes are full of sympathy?
Also, why did you arrange for yourself to live with Yu Junyao?
What a mess!
"Miss Yu, did Little Qi girl misunderstand something?"
Ling Feng was confused for a while. Didn't any of these women have normal brains?
"Misunderstanding? There is no misunderstanding!"
Yu Junyao coughed dryly and said with a straight face: "Xiao Qi said that there are not enough houses, so we can only arrange for us to live in one room. Well, it's not like we have never lived there before. What are you being pretentious about? It's the old rule. I'll sleep in there. Where are you?
Why don't you stay cool!"
After saying that, there was a "bang" and Ling Feng was locked out of the house.
"..."
Ling Feng was speechless for a while.
The God Clan, which is ridiculous, doesn’t even have a room, the God Clan is a piece of shit!
Helpless, Ling Feng had no choice but to sit cross-legged and meditate outside the yard.
Not to mention, the sacred mountain is a sacred mountain after all. The Nine Nether Sacred Mountain is filled with the extremely pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It can be regarded as a paradise and a paradise.
No wonder the warriors of the God Clan grow much faster than people outside. If they grew up here, they would already be at the starting line.
…
"Dad! Dad! Dad!"
Jun Annan hugged his father's thigh tightly and cried loudly, "Dad, you must make the decision for me! That little bastard Jun Jiuyou and that kid named Ling Feng actually dared to slap me in public.
Slap! Can you bear this tone?"
As soon as he returned to the mansion, Jun Annan began to pester Jun Wuwang for more than half an hour.
"Nan'er, you too, you know that Jun Jiuyou is powerful, but you still keep provoking him!"
Jun Wuwu frowned deeply, looking at his son, he really hated the iron.
"Then what's so great about Jun Jiuyou? You don't know that your father is the leader of the clan!"
Jun Annan cursed and said: "Dad, if you become the clan leader, I think Jun Jiuyou will jump up and down!"
"alright!"
Jun Wuwu frowned and glared at Jun Annan, "Walls have ears. There are some things you shouldn't say casually."
Jun Annan hummed and said: "Dad, what are you afraid of? The clan leader has not been out for so many years. It is probably because of his cultivation that something went wrong. You are the one who deserves to be the clan leader! Those two old guys, Bu San Bu Si, don't do that at all.
You know what it means to assess the situation, and if you insist on going against you, you will die ugly sooner or later!"
A cold light flashed in Jun Wuwang's eyes, "No, no, these two together are very powerful. Even though I have secretly won over many elders, I still have to sell their face!"
Among the Nine Nether God Clan, the first elder died suddenly while practicing. The second elder has always been moderate and never interfered in any fights. He focused on cultivating, so neither side paid attention to it.
The third elder and the fourth elder are the two strongest elders in the clan.
They did not agree to establish a new master, so no matter how powerful Jun Wuwang was, he could only be given the title of "Acting Family Head".
There is only one word difference, but it is a world of difference.
"Now that Jun Jiuyou came back at this time, he still made me look bad to his people in public. It was clearly just to show you, father. This boy, he most likely wants to compete with you for the position of the head of the family!"
Although Jun Annan was a fool, he was full of bad ideas, and his few words immediately intensified the conflict between his father and Jun Jiuyou.
After all, even if the current head of the family went wrong in his cultivation, the first heir would still be Jun Jiuyou.
And Jun Jiuyou is extremely talented. At a young age, he has strength comparable to that of the Great Sage, and he also has many supporters in the clan.
If Jun Jiuyou is determined to compete for the position of the head of the family, I'm afraid a fight will inevitably happen.
"Just him? He's just a fledgling, why should he fight with me?"
Jun Wuwu sneered, "Okay, Nan'er, I know your thoughts very well, but my father naturally has his own plans. Don't worry, my father will vent your anger sooner or later! However, you can't act rashly, understand.
What?"
"How long will it take?"
Jun Annan gritted his teeth, wishing he could step on Jun Jiuyou and Ling Feng's heads immediately.
"A little impatience will ruin a big plan!"
Jun Wuwu patted Jun Annan's shoulder and said calmly: "A gentleman takes revenge. It's never too late in ten years. If you really have nothing to do, go to Jilei Pond to practice!"
"I!"
Jun Annan was itching with hatred, but he did not dare to disobey his father's wishes. He could only nod his head angrily, "Yes, father!"
However, he secretly made up his mind not to provoke Jun Jiuyou, no problem, but it would be the same if I operated on that boy named Ling Feng first!
…
The sky is getting brighter, and the white fish belly is spitting out from the east.
The morning dew was slightly cold, dripping from the leaves and falling on Ling Feng's cheeks. The cold and moist feeling made Ling Feng slowly open his eyes.
After a night of meditation, the vitality in Ling Feng's body became stronger.
However, he is now in the semi-saint realm. If he does not break through the threshold and advance to the saint level, his realm cannot be improved at all.
For ordinary people, the threshold of Saint level is already extremely difficult.
But for a freak like Ling Feng, who is a fellow practitioner of the third path and has an extremely deep foundation, this threshold is undoubtedly a hundred times more difficult.
This was already evident from the time he knocked on the three imperial gates.
Ling Feng knew in his heart that without a huge enough opportunity, it would be difficult for him to break through to the Saint level.
But if he does not break through to the Saint level, his current strength has reached the limit that can be achieved in the Imperial realm, and it is almost impossible to make any progress.
Suddenly, Ling Feng noticed a cold aura that locked onto him. The next moment, a burst of energy burst out, cutting towards him like a blade.
Ling Feng's eyelids twitched, he jumped up suddenly, turned sideways to get out of the way, frowned, and shouted softly: "Who is hurting someone with a secret arrow?"
"Hey, that's a good response!"
An old voice sounded, and the next moment, an old man with black hair and black robes and an old face walked over slowly, with his hands behind his back.
"Senior who is?"
Ling Feng stared at the old man. Although the blow just now was murderous, there seemed to be no killing intention.
It can be seen that this old man does not want to kill himself, but is a temptation.
"Jun Bu Si!"
The old man narrowed his eyes, looked Ling Feng up and down, and said with a smile: "You are the boy Jiuyou brought back, right? You beat Jun Annan as soon as you came. He is a ruthless person, haha, I like it very much!"
"Jun Bu Si?"
The corners of Ling Feng's mouth twitched slightly. How could anyone give him such a name? However, this old man was indeed very powerful.
At least, it should be at the level of Shura Cooking Saint!