"Haha, Junior Brother Chen didn't provoke them, but you have provoked me."

Suddenly, a sneer came, and Zhang Yifeng felt familiar when he heard it. He turned around and saw Xuanyuan Changqing standing outside the disciples' yard.

"Senior Brother Xuanyuan, what does this mean?"

Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly and asked Xuanyuan Changqing, his face full of confusion.

"Haha, my junior brother pretends to be quite like that. If it weren't for the group of Qinghai Sect's cultivators being stopped, I would have let you go!"

Xuanyuan Changqing shouted to Zhang Yifeng with a pale face and looked at Zhang Yifeng with a bad look.

"The Qinghai Sect monks who ambushed us do not have the spiritual herb in their hands. How do you explain this?"

Xuanyuan Changqing snorted coldly. After returning to the sect, he learned that the Qinghai Sect cultivators who ambushed them in the secret realm had been intercepted.

Although he failed to take down all the cultivators of Qinghai Sect, he still caught two people. From them, Xuanyuan Changqing knew that the spirit grass was in Zhang Yifeng's hands.

"The junior brother is hiding very deeply, but I advise you, I'd better hand over the spiritual herb as soon as possible!"

"It would be bad if you don't cause yourself a murder."

Xuanyuan Changqing said coldly. When Zhang Yifeng heard this, Xuanyuan Changqing must have made it clear in his heart that the spirit grass is on him.

This spiritual herb is of little use to Zhang Yifeng, but Zhang Yifeng cannot hand it over if someone comes to him.

The main reason is Xuanyuan Changqing's performance in the secret realm and his intention to use Zhang Yifeng as cannon fodder, which makes Zhang Yifeng quite prejudiced.

Now even though Xuanyuan Changqing came to ask for it, Zhang Yifeng didn't want to hand over the spirit grass to him.

If he had not met Elder Chi, Zhang Yifeng might hand over the Spirit Grass to the end of the way to take care of Quanquan.

But now Zhang Yifeng's identity in the Yanlong Sect is a disciple of Elder Chire, with the same status as Xuanyuan Changqing.

Not to mention that Zhang Yifeng's status in the inner sect may be higher than Xuanyuan Changqing, and he will not hand over the spirit grass.

"Ha, Senior Brother Xuanyuan, this spiritual herb is indeed in my hands, but why should I hand it over to you?"

Zhang Yifeng smiled slightly and did not deny the fact that the Yunling Grass was in his own hands.

Hearing Zhang Yifeng's generous confession, Xuanyuan Changqing's face turned even more gloomy.

"Okay, you didn't tell the truth before in the secret realm. Now, do you have any support for telling it?"

Xuanyuan Changqing narrowed his eyes and asked Zhang Yifeng, but Zhang Yifeng just glanced at him indifferently.

"There are many senior brothers, so there is no need to ask. This junior brother Yunlingcao is impossible to give it to you. I advise Senior brother to die of this heart as soon as possible."

Zhang Yifeng had already broken up with Xuanyuan Changqing, so there was no need to worry about anything anymore. He said to Xuanyuan Changqing with a cold face.

"Okay, it seems that you really don't want to give me Xuanyuan Changqing the face!"

Hearing Zhang Yifeng's unyielding refusal to hand over the Yunling Grass to him, Xuanyuan Changqing's handsome face became ferocious.

Gladiated at Zhang Yifeng, Xuanyuan Changqing raised his hand and wanted the dogs who were following him to force the robbers.

Just as Xuanyuan Changqing was about to order a move, a figure ran towards him quickly from a distance, which was Qi Guang, who brought Zhang Yifeng and Nanfeng into the Yanlong Sect.

He ran to the disciples' yard panting, looking at Xuanyuan Changqing and others nervously.

"Xuan, Senior Brother Xuanyuan, what are you doing?"

Qi Guang swallowed. He had only been out for a few days to recruit disciples. As soon as he came back, he heard that a large number of inner disciples surrounded his disciples' courtyard.

In his heart, Qi Guang hurried over and saw Xuanyuan Changqing and surrounded Zhang Yifeng.

Xuanyuan Changqing listened to Qi Guang's trembling inquiries and looked at him sideways.

Before he came, he knew about the relationship between Qi Guang and Zhang Yifeng, and had no memory of Qi Guang, Xuanyuan Changqing.

After a brief understanding, I also learned that Qi Guang was just a monk with low qualifications and was just a monk who was scattered in the inner sect and waited for death.

How could such a person be able to talk to him? Xuanyuan Changqing withdrew his gaze and gave a wink at a dog-leg next to him.

"Qi Guang, right? Your boy named Chen Guang took the spiritual herb of Senior Brother Xuanyuan!"

"Now the senior brother asked him to hand over the Yunling Grass. This kid dared not to obey. You can do it yourself!"

"If this kid handed over the spirit grass now, his senior brother would be generous and could spare his life."

The dog legs next to him saw Xuanyuan Changqing's eyes and understood the meaning, and stepped forward and said coldly.

Qi Guang originally thought it was just a small matter, but when he heard the three words "Yunlingcao", his mind was stunned as if he was hit hard.

"Yun, Yun Lingcao?!"

Qi Guang's mouth opened slightly, and his face showed an incredible look. He was also a cultivator in the Heavenly Fairy Realm, so how could he not know what the Lingcao in the Spirit is?

That was the divine object he had always dreamed of. If he had the Spiritual Grass in his hand, it would be as easy as breaking through the Xuanxian Realm with Qi Guang's qualifications.

Qi Guang also knew the preciousness of the Lingxie Herb. After coming back to his senses, Qi Guang was already sweating profusely.

"Chen Guang, did you really take Senior Brother Xuanyuan's spiritual herb?!"

Qi Guang jumped up like a cat with his tail stepped on, turned around and shouted angrily at Zhang Yifeng.

"Senior Brother Qi, it's true that the Yunling Grass is in my hands, but I didn't take it from Senior Brother Xuanyuan."

Listening to Qi Guang's questioning, Zhang Yifeng replied calmly.

"Fuck! That's Senior Brother Xuanyuan's thing. You can hand over the spirit grass to me quickly!"

"You have such a low cultivation level, what's the use of holding the Spiritual Grass? Return it to Senior Brother Xuanyuan!"

After Qi Guang saw Zhang Yifeng admitting so generously, his eyes flashed with fear and shouted angrily at Zhang Yifeng.

"Senior Brother Qi, although you are so kind to me, it would be too domineering to ask me to hand over my things."

Zhang Yifeng's face suddenly became cold, and he showed his strong side in front of Qi Guang for the first time.

Seeing Zhang Yifeng's tough attitude, Qi Guang was also stunned. In his memory, Zhang Yifeng was always very docile.

I only nodded in agreement with what he said, and never questioned his decision.

"you!"

Qi Guang was so angry that he was so angry that he stared at Zhang Yifeng with his eyes tightly, but he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Forget it, Junior Brother Qi Guang, it seems that this kid doesn't even listen to your words now!"

Xuanyuan Changqing looked around and said casually as he looked impatient.

He raised his hand and hooked it, and the two inner disciples pulled Qi Guang aside.

"Junior Brother Qi Guang, I advise you to watch it from the side, otherwise you will be careful to get angry!"

Xuanyuan Chang said in a cold tone, staring at Qi Guang like frost, allowing Qi Guang's footsteps to remain in place.

Qi Guang gritted his teeth and swallowed the words he wanted to say into his stomach. He didn't want to cause trouble for Zhang Yifeng.

Rather than offending Xuanyuan Changqing, sending Zhang Yifeng out is the best choice.
Chapter completed!