C33 Quanshen

Name:Immemorial War God Author:Ming Ye
Mo Feng's mouth curved into a cold smile, but he did not say a word. Mo Yi Bin frowned, he was getting harder and harder to understand Mo Feng. What was he trying to do?

"You're courting death!" Seeing that Mo Feng did not make a sound, and did not make a move, Deacon Zhang could not take it anymore, and rushed forward to teach Mo Feng a lesson.

"If I lost a hair, you'd be dead." Mo Feng did not dodge and spoke indifferently.

"Today, not only do I want your hair to fall off, I also want to break your arms and legs!" Deacon Zhang laughed sinisterly, and threw a slap towards Mo Feng's head.

"This trash is crazy, why aren't you dodging!"

Deacon Zhang was already in front of them, but Mo Feng still did not move.

"Hmph."

Mo Yi Bin could not help but sneer. No matter what scheme you have up your sleeves, you're dead for sure!

"Be careful!"

The maid at the front of the counter could not help but remind her, but the moment she said that, she saw Deacon Zhang's cold gaze sweep over her, instantly turning ice-cold. She thought to herself that she was finished, she had helped Mo Feng, Deacon Zhang would definitely deal with her after taking care of Mo Feng.

"Stop!"

Deacon Zhang raised his head to look, only to see a figure quickly appearing in front of him. When he saw the person who had arrived clearly, his face instantly turned pale white.

"Quanshen!"

The one who came was an elder of the Alchemists Union, and he was also a second tier alchemist, his superior!

"Elder, why are you here? Does he want to protect this trash?" Many doubts flashed through his mind, but before he could think it through, he felt a huge force on his chest and his body was sent flying!

"Bam!"

"Aiyo, aiyo!"

Smashing into a counter, Pill Cauldron s smashed onto their bodies one by one, wailing in pain nonstop. Mo Yi Bin was stunned as he watched the scene before him. Only when he heard the screams did he regain his senses. He saw that Deacon Zhang was covered with blood and looked miserable.

"Deacon Zhang." He immediately went up to save the Deacon Zhang, but the Deacon Zhang was not able to stand up even after a long time, as the last strike had broken all of his ribs, and the fall of so many Pill Cauldron had almost taken his life. Although these Pill Cauldron were not normal level Pill Cauldron, but each of them weighed at least a thousand kilograms, if not for his strong physique, they would have already been smashed to death.

Everyone in the hall was stunned. The situation had changed so quickly that they couldn't think straight.

"Just what kind of energy does he have? Is he still that trash? " At this moment, the way everyone looked at Mo Feng had changed.

After sending the Deacon Zhang flying, the Quanshen turned his head and stared straight at Mo Feng, his eyes filled with urgency and doubt.

"Is this yours?" After hesitating for a bit, Quanshen took out a piece of paper. A line of words was written on it and handed it to Mo Feng.

Mo Feng nodded his head slightly. Just now, he turned around and asked a guard to pass a piece of paper to him, saying that in his previous life, he had interacted with the Quanshen before.

The note said that he could cure Quanshen's life force, so Quanshen naturally couldn't wait to come over. Seeing that Deacon Zhang wanted to kill Mo Feng, Quanshen flew into the air in anger, as if he wanted to completely cut off his life force!

"You can really heal me?" Quanshen was full of doubts, he knew Mo Feng, and they had met before, how could a useless person heal him? If others were to tell him, he would definitely slap them to death, but he was not familiar with Mo Feng, and had only seen him do it before.

"Yes." Mo Feng gave an affirmative answer, causing Quanshen's heart to skip a beat. He had been waiting for this day for a long time. He suppressed his agitated mood, and continued to look at Mo Feng with a questioning look:

"How can you guarantee that I won't believe you just because of a single sentence?"

"If I can't heal you within half a month, I'll kill myself. You can do it yourself." Mo Feng said calmly. Quanshen looked at Mo Feng deeply and nodded.

"Alright."

In the time of half a month, in the hands of a piece of trash like him, stellar state, it was nothing more than a small wave. Even though he was anxious, he did not rush him. He had been waiting for so long, he did not need this little bit of time.

"However, I have a problem in front of me. Why don't you help me solve it?" Mo Feng turned his head to Quanshen and smiled.

Quanshen looked towards Deacon Zhang and understood what Mo Feng meant. He frowned and said:

"You want me to kill him?" Mo Feng didn't even manage to kill him, that's simply impossible.

"No, no, no." Mo Feng shook his head and smiled.

"I just need you to hand over my stuff and apologize."

"Steal your thing?" Quanshen frowned, this was in the Alchemists Union, a dignified deacon actually dared to openly steal something, how dare he!

As he strode towards Deacon Zhang, Deacon Zhang saw that he was holding back the pain and immediately said with a flattering laugh:

"Quanshen."

"Pah!"

Quanshen didn't say a word, and directly gave him a resounding slap, almost sending him flying again.

"Deacon Zhang, how dare you! Do you think you can go against the rules after becoming a deacon?"

Deacon Zhang covered his flushed face in shock. What happened to him? Why did the Quanshen hit him twice the moment he arrived? Furthermore, if he didn't slap anyone in the face, what would he mean by doing so in front of so many people?

Anger boiled in his heart, but he did not dare to show the slightest anger. Instead, he said with a flattering smile:

"Quanshen, I don't really understand your words."

"Hmph, you don't understand? Hurry up and hand over the things that you stole from Mo Feng! " The Quanshen retorted coldly.

"Damn it, I've fallen into the trap of this beast!"

Deacon Zhang suddenly understood that this was all part of Mo Feng's scheme. He did not take anything when he first left, and only waited for to put everything back in. The Alchemists Union was powerful, and those who joined the Alchemists Union were protected, but the rules of the Alchemists Union were very strict.