Chapter 192

Murong Qianqiu kindly patted Nanmen Feng on the shoulder and whispered, "later, I'll talk to you about master array..."

"Continue to compete?"

Nanmen Feng tilted his eyes and looked at Duan Chongyang, who still looked resentful. Suddenly he hugged his arm and showed a sad color on his face.

"Sorry, Murong sect leader, I'm afraid the disciples can't continue to compete and can't learn array from you anymore!"

Nanmen fenggongshou Road

"What are you talking about?"

As soon as Nanmen Feng's voice fell, Murong Qianqiu was so anxious that he stamped his feet, "didn't we just say, you... Why did you change your mind again?"

For more than ten years, he has been looking for a successor who can inherit his mantle, but he has not found a suitable candidate.

Now, Nanmen Maple appears in front of him like the son of heaven. Both his qualifications and talents are impeccable. He is the best candidate to inherit the mantle.

But at this time, nanmenfeng actually wants to refuse. How can Murong Qianqiu not be in a hurry?

"In fact, I don't want to!"

Nanmen Feng sighed and said, "you see, sect leader Duan has made many difficulties for disciples since they entered Zhenwu sect. Recently, he has intensified. He not only sent killers to kill disciples outside, but also used the sect's authority to suppress disciples wantonly! If the disciples had not had two brushes, I'm afraid they would have died 10000 times by now!"

At this point, Nanmen Feng shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm worried all day. The disciple is really tired!" as soon as Nanmen Feng's voice fell, Duan Chongyang came over angrily.

"Bastard, don't talk nonsense. When did our leader target you and send killers to kill you?"

Duan Chongyang roared with dignity.

Duan Chongyang can be regarded as the head of a hall. He is quite famous in the sect. If he admits all this, his face will be lost.

Nanmen Feng secretly hooked the corner of his mouth and didn't respond to Duan Chongyang's roar.

Although Nanmen Feng didn't respond, Murong Qianqiu opposite Nanmen Feng was not happy. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Duan Chongyang. The anger in his eyes was almost burning.

"Well, Duan Chongyang, you're really powerful! As the head of a hall and a senior expert, you're so reckless. Where do you put me?"

Murong Qianqiu's old face was as gloomy as water, and there was endless rage in his voice.

Duan Chongyang was shocked. It was the first time he saw Murong Qianqiu's anger. He immediately bowed and hugged his fist, and said in fear, "this child's heart is insincere. Lord Murong, you must not believe him!"

"Don't believe him? Hum!"

Murong Qianqiu raised his eyebrow and said angrily, "Duan Chongyang, I know you have made a lot of contributions to the sect. Among the hall leaders, you are also a veteran. Usually no one dares to restrain you!"

Murong Qianqiu suddenly roared, "but don't forget that I still exist in the Zhenwu gate!"

While talking, the power of the strong in Zhenwu territory once again permeated Duan Chongyang.

Previously, Murong Qianqiu's anger was only because Duan Chongyang wanted to hurt his favorite disciples. At this time, Murong Qianqiu's anger was because of his identity.

Although he is not competent, he is a sect leader with high power after all.

Now, the hall leader of his subordinates conceals him and acts recklessly, which makes Murong Qianqiu feel a deep contempt.

Boom... Boom

Duan Chongyang was suddenly repulsed for several steps, and a dull hum spilled blood from the corner of his withered and black mouth.

"Lord Murong, forgive me!"

Feeling the blood gas churning in his body, Duan Chongyang finally lowered his arrogant head, and his face became frightened.

"I don't want to embarrass you. Come here now and apologize to my future disciple and promise not to provoke him in the future! I'm willing to be a peacemaker and let you turn fighting into friendship!"

Murong Qianqiu pointed to the Maple Road at the south gate.

"Yes, sir!"

The situation was stronger than others. Duan Chongyang had to swallow his anger and slowly came to Nanmen Feng.

"Nanmen childe, it was my fault before. I'm bowing to you here. Please don't blame me!"

Duan Chongyang bent down to Nanmen Feng.

Although it was an apology, Duan Chongyang's face did not fluctuate at all, and his killing intention was still awe inspiring.

Similarly, seeing Duan Chongyang's bow, Nanmen Feng didn't look good. On the contrary, he couldn't help sneering.

"My sect leader Duan, you have killed me three times and four times. Now, just bow and let me forgive you."

Nanmen Feng asked in an idiot tone, "do you think it's possible?"

"Huang... Kou... Xiao... Er..."

Duan Chongyang almost broke his old teeth. If it weren't for Murong Qianqiu around him at the moment, he would be desperate to kill Nanmen maple.

Duan Chongyang is angry, but he also knows that Nanmen Maple has been listed in Murong Qianqiu. If he doesn't calm down Nanmen Maple's anger today, Murong Qianqiu will not let him go.

"What do you want?"

Duan Chongyang asked.

"Hehe..."

Nanmen Feng looked at Duan Chongyang, who was full of resentment, and said softly with a smile, "kneel down and give me ten bangs. I will forgive you?"

Let me kneel?

Duan Chongyang was about to crack and roared out like a lion, "go and have your spring and autumn dream!"

It was not just Duan Chongyang who was shocked.

Those hall leaders who have been looking at their nose and heart all the time, although they have not interfered in the affairs here, their soul power has been hovering here. They know everything that happens here.

When they heard the word kneel, they opened their mouths one by one.

"Let Duan Chongyang, the leader of the hall, kneel down. This boy really dares to say!"

The disciples around had long seen that things were wrong and retreated from the circle with great interest, but there were still some curious people. When they heard what Nanmen Feng said, they all looked shocked and their eyes were dull.

"Unexpectedly, to make hall leader Duan kneel down, is this Nanmen Maple crazy or stupid?"

At this time, Murong Qianqiu, who was silent on one side, suddenly cleared his throat.

"Well, Nanmen Feng, why don't I ask him to give you tens of millions of gold and silver, even if you kneel down?"

Murong Qianqiu said with a little dissuasion.

Although Duan Chongyang is hateful, he is also a strong man in the Lingwu realm and has been the leader of the Zhenwu sect for decades. Would it be shameful and generous to kneel down to a 16-year-old boy in this public?

"In that case..."

Nanmen Feng took out the zongmen jade card from his arms, put it in the palm of his hands, and respectfully presented it to Murong Qianqiu.

"Please destroy this card and drive the disciple out of the sect!"

The South Gate Maple said firmly.

"Ho... You're forcing me!"

Murong Qianqiu smiled. He immediately looked at Duan Chongyang and turned his eyes again. His smile suddenly became a bitter smile.

Nanmen Maple still showed the life card of zongmen. He didn't raise his head, clenched his teeth and said to himself, "yes, I just want to force you. If you want to be my master of Nanmen maple, how can you do it without paying some price?"

Nanmen Feng was so worried that if Duan Chongyang didn't kneel down to him, he would leave zongmen and Murong Qianqiu.

Murong Qianqiu was not happy when he just met the heir who could inherit the mantle, because he had expected that nanmenfeng was a living ancestor. Even if he successfully folded up as an apprentice, he would be troubled in the future.

"But..."

Murong Qianqiu lowered his head and immersed himself for a long time. Finally, he bit his teeth and turned his eyes to Duan Chongyang. Between Nanmen maple and Duan Chongyang, Murong Qianqiu chose the former.

"Duan Chongyang, this is your own debt. Now, kneel down and kowtow!"

Murong Qianqiu's old eyes, which were a little embarrassed, became extremely sharp and cold, and an unknown dignity slowly rose

"Murong Qianqiu, you old man, do you really want to do this?"

Duan Chongyang was about to crack, and his eyes were extremely red. The spiritual power of Lingwu territory was like a wave of fire, which infected the surrounding areas into a vacuum.

Obviously, Duan Chongyang is going to use force.

"You can either kneel or I can help you kneel!"

Murong Qianqiu frowned and said word by word. With his voice, a faint fluorescence suddenly appeared on his body.

This is the expression of Murong Qianqiu's anger.

"Old... Horse... Husband..."

Feeling the strong pressure in front of him, Duan Chongyang was extremely angry, but he didn't have the courage to attack.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the 30 or so hall leaders on the high platform in the distance. His eyes were full of longing. He hoped that these former "colleagues" could help him say a few words at this time.

But in the face of Duan Chongyang's desire, the hall leaders unconsciously turned their heads and talked with each other, unwilling to turn their eyes to this side.

Obviously, Duan Chongyang doesn't have a good relationship with these hall leaders, and no one is willing to risk offending the sect leader to help a hall leader.

"Hehe... I think Duan Chongyang has been the leader of Zhenwu sect for decades. In the eyes of these people, it is the existence of predecessors, but today, no one is willing to help me!"

Duan Chongyang's heart was shocked in vain, and a sad feeling came naturally.

Then, the sadness turned into bitter resentment, "Damn it, Nanmen Maple children, Murong old ghost, you hall leaders..."

"Duan Chongyang, do you have to let me do it?"

Murong Qianqiu's patience had reached the extreme and threatened again.

"OK, OK, I kneel, I kneel!"

Duan Chongyang looked ferocious and trembled all over, just like a terrible devil. With a puff, he knelt slowly towards Nanmen maple.

At the moment Duan Chongyang knelt down, there was an uproar around him.

"Kneel, or kneel!"

"Duan Chongyang, the hall leader of Weizhen waishan, kneels down to a young man in broad daylight?"

"Who is this Nanmen Feng? Why does the sect leader not hesitate to humiliate Duan Chongyang and please him?"

……

The sound of sucking cold air, mixed with a sound of exclamation, makes it very noisy here.

"Kneeling is kneeling. It's time to kowtow!"

The corner of the South Gate Maple's mouth rose again and said with a fierce smile, "ten heads can't be less!"

Duan Chongyang was silent and stared at Nanmen maple in front of him. His eyes were extremely cold.

Then, suddenly kowtow.

Bang Bang

Ten heads, one not much, one not much.

After the knock, Duan Chongyang slowly stood up. At this time, he no longer looked like an adult in an important position.

Empty, tired, like a dying man.

He looked at Nanmen Maple indifferently again, and then turned away directly.

In his eyes, there was no color, only gray determination to kill.