"As for Xiaofeng?" said Dao Feng, "If he loses, Xiaofeng's character will not only not have any impact on him. On the contrary, he will also use this matter as an introduction to it and make it the driving force for his progress. He is such a person, a person who does not take the so-called reputation and fame seriously at all. What he values ​​is real, visible, touched, and in his hand. No matter how precious the vain and ethereal things are, they are worthless in his eyes. Whether it is prestige or fame, in Xiaofeng's eyes, they do not have the power that truly belongs to him." Dao Feng paused

After a while, he said, "If Xiaofeng wins, as a winner, interests and crises coexist. Xiaofeng has never been a person who is afraid of challenges. Even I, a master, dares to use all his strength to do it. You know, I was also a brave master in the past, but no matter how brave I am, I am just an apprentice when facing the master." Speaking of this, Taoist Master Qingfeng touched his eyebrows. Although the eyebrows had been modified, there were obvious signs of damage. That's right, this is the result left by Xiang Yufeng in the battle yesterday.

When Xingfeng saw Master Qingfeng's actions, he couldn't help laughing. Thinking of Xiang Yufeng's boldness, Xingfeng couldn't help but say, "It's true. Xiaofeng is indeed bold enough. He knows that he can't beat his master, but he still doesn't want to retreat at all. However, this is what I admire most."

"Who said no? This kid was born to be a person who loves and hates. If he hadn't had the blood of Ziwei Demon, there would be another war sect-like existence among the younger generation of our Tiandao Sect." Taoist Qingfeng looked at Xingfeng, "Okay, the things that we elders should worry about are already ready. Next, we have to see the efforts of these juniors. Junior brother, I'll go and see Xiaofeng. After all, I once said that I would never let Xiaofeng step into my Tiandao Sect again. This time it's a bit of an exception."

Xingfeng nodded: "Okay senior brother, I'll go see Xiaofeng later."

Taoist Master Qingfeng nodded and walked.

Xiang Yufeng leaned against the head of the bed, Feng Ling sat by the bed, picking up a bowl of medicine and feeding Xiang Yufeng spoon by spoon. Every time Xiang Yufeng frowned, he would frown.

"Senior brother, this is the medicine that the seventh master decocted himself. Most people can't drink it. Although it's a little bitter, it's a good medicine." Feng Ling said to Xiang Yufeng as if coaxing a child.

"Is that sweet thing just poison?" Xiang Yufeng said, "Then I would rather be poisoned to death."

"Hmph, if you say this again, I will bite you." Feng Ling couldn't help but stare at Xiang Yufeng when he heard such irresponsible words.

"Okay, okay, Senior Brother is kidding you, isn't it just a little harder? Come on, thank you." Xiang Yufeng opened his mouth and reached towards Feng Ling.

"I won't feed you anymore. Drink it yourself. Good intentions will not be rewarded. I will betray you a lot. I will run to take medicine for you early in the morning." Feng Ling pouted and put the medicine bowl aside. However, Feng Ling did not leave, but continued to sit by the bed, secretly looking at Xiang Yufeng with the light from the corner of his eyes.

For some reason, when seeing Feng Ling's appearance, Xiang Yufeng suddenly remembered his sister Xiang Yuyu, who was thousands of miles away. Thinking of the cute sister at home, Xiang Yufeng couldn't help it for a moment, then stretched out his arm, and Feng Ling in front of him was hugged in his arms.

Feng Ling, who was suddenly attacked, subconsciously resisted for a moment and did not move.

Relying on Xiang Yufeng's arms, Feng Ling felt his mind turn blank and his breathing becomes rapid.

"Good junior sister, do you know that you reminded me of my sister at home."

What was the effect of Xiang Yufeng's words? Feng Ling raised his head from Xiang Yufeng's arms and said to Xiang Yufeng: "Ling'er is not the sister of his senior brother."

"Of course, you are the junior sister of your senior brother."

Feng Ling bit his lips, lowered his head, and raised his head again: "Ling'er doesn't want to be the junior sister of his senior brother."

Xiang Yufeng smiled clearly. He was not a fool, but naturally understood the meaning of Feng Ling's words. How could he not understand his junior sister's affection for him? Xiang Yufeng smiled, and he stretched out his fingers and cramped the hair hanging from Feng Ling's forehead.

"Little fool, you call me senior brother but you don't want to be my junior sister. What do you want to do?"

"I..." Before Feng Ling could speak, Principal Qingfeng had already walked into the room.

Master Qingfeng suddenly appeared and frightened Feng Ling, who was leaning against Xiang Yufeng's arms, and jumped out like a little rabbit. Without waiting for Master Qingfeng to say anything, Feng Ling ran out with a blush on his face.

Xiang Yufeng looked at Feng Ling's back as he ran farther and farther away. Only after he could not see it did he want to salute Master Qingfeng.

Principal Qingfeng shook his head and walked to the bed: "Do you feel better?"

"It's much better. Thank you for your concern." Xiang Yufeng's expression was a little unnatural. He was filled with too many questions. In yesterday's battle, Xiang Yufeng could have completely confirmed that his master was using the Haotian battle energy. This should be a martial art that belonged to him, but why did he get to his master?

"Are you still wondering how your master can learn the Haotian Heart Method?" Taoist Master Qingfeng said to Xiang Yufeng.

He nodded to Yufeng without any hiding.

"Do you know that before becoming the former head of the Tiandao Sect, the master has a nickname in the ancient martial arts world. What is his name?"

Shake your head to Yufeng.

"Shadow Soul." Taoist Qingfeng spitted out two words, "It exists like a shadow, like a ghost."

"Does this have any concerns about Master's Haotian War Qi?"

"It's a big deal." Taoist Qingfeng said, "Among the skills practiced by the master, there is a skill that can absorb the uniqueness of the skills from the shadow of others and turn them into the original skills of the master."

Xiang Yufeng opened his eyes wide. He didn't expect that there was such a strange martial art in this world. For some reason, Xiang Yufeng suddenly thought that there was a similar martial art in the movies he had watched before.

"Star-sucking technique?" Xiang Yufeng said subconsciously.

"Star-absorbing Technique?" Master Qingfeng asked in confusion, "Is there such a skill?"

"Uh, my disciple was talking nonsense for a moment." Xiang Yufeng snatched his mouth, "In other words, can the master's martial arts steal other people's martial arts?"
Chapter completed!