Although this angry shout was much weaker than the one Qin Fei shouted before, it contained rage, so it sounded shocking.

Zhong Ling'er's face finally looked better. This was the voice of the Lord of Ivy Valley.

As long as the Valley Master is here, at least he won't be crushed by Qin Fei and forced into the palace.

Just when the sound sounded, a group of people from modern cities also found the Ivy Valley, including old and young, men and women.

They wandered around in the valley, heard Qin Fei's loud shout, and followed the sound to find this place.

"Finally found it! The immortal in the fairy mountain!" An elderly man cried excitedly.

The crowd around them was also excited. Looking at Lu Xiaoqian and others on the stairs, they immediately ran over and knelt on the ground, ready to kneel down and worship the immortal.

In the valley, almost all the Ivy Mountain disciples came to the foot of the thousand-foot stone wall. There was a person in the front, wearing a green robe, with fair hair and a childlike face, and his skin was fairer than that of a woman, like an immortal.

"Greetings to the Immortal! Greetings to the Immortal!"

When the ordinary people on the stairs saw this, they immediately knelt down and worshiped, like a group of devout believers.

"Chen De! What's wrong with you?"

At this time, an old man who followed the white-haired and childlike man came out. When he saw Chen De lying on the ground, he squatted down to check in surprise.

"Don't look at it. The meridians all over his body are broken, and the internal organs are displaced. He will never be able to cultivate his inner energy in this life."

Qin Fei stood with his hands behind his hands and said calmly.

"Boy, did you do this?" The old man stood up, pointed at Qin Fei with an angry eyebrow and shouted.

They, members of the Qingteng Mountain sect, have been cultivating internal energy since childhood. They are not very talented, but they can persist for decades before they can achieve some success.

Unexpectedly, this young man would destroy Chen De's lifelong martial arts skills as soon as he took action. This was simply more cruel than killing him.

"Are you King Funan, Qin Fei?"

At this time, the man with the white hair and face in front looked indifferent and looked at Qin Fei and said: "I didn't expect that you would actually dare to run to my Qingteng Mountain and even hurt my disciples."

"What? You people from Qingteng Mountain can besiege me in Baihua Villa, but now you are not allowed to come to hurt your disciples?"

Qin Fei asked leisurely with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, Zhong Ling'er finally walked up quickly and said, "Valley Master, I'm back."

She turned towards the man with gray hair and childish face. It seemed that this man should be the sect master of Qingteng Mountain, Master Qingteng!

Master Qingteng nodded: "Ling'er, it's good that you're fine. If King Funan kills you, I will definitely not spare him today."

Zhong Ling'er's face changed slightly, and she whispered: "Valley Master, it was our Qingteng Mountain that was at fault in this matter. How about we let him go to the Holy Land of Baimiao and get two thousand-year-old elixirs as an apology?"

She knew very well that if Qin Fei was angered, he would definitely not give up easily, and there would very likely be a life-or-death fight.

Rather than affecting the entire valley like this, it is better to let Qin Fei take two elixirs and leave to avoid a big war.

"Qin Fei, I know you are not a bad person. If you take away two thousand-year-old elixirs, you can take the other medicines as you please. How about you don't make a big fight?"

Zhong Ling'er turned to Qin Fei and begged in a low voice. Judging from their interactions in the past few days, Qin Fei was not that vicious.

"What? Two thousand-year-old elixir?"

All the Ivy Mountain disciples at the entrance of the valley were so shocked that their jaws dropped.

Although Qingteng Mountain is a fairy mountain, the thousand-year-old elixir is not everywhere and can be picked easily.

This is an elixir that can resurrect human flesh and bones. It has been passed down in Qingteng Mountain for hundreds of years, so it was able to preserve the three elixirs now.

Two plants were taken away by Qin Fei, and other old medicines were also allowed to be taken as he pleased. It would be better for Qingteng Mountain to give up the warehouse and Baimiao Holy Land and give them all to Qin Fei.

"Zhong Ling'er, what are you talking about? Have you been brainwashed by this person? How can you help him speak?"

Someone looked at Zhong Ling'er in shock and anger, and said rather angrily.

Master Qingteng frowned and said in a deep voice: "Ling'er, are you confused? Come here quickly!"

Zhong Ling'er gritted her teeth and said: "Master, this matter is really not as simple as you think. Qin Fei's strength is not as weak as you think!"

"Haha, how powerful can a local overlord who is just the King of Funan be and has just emerged recently?"

An elder from the Ivy Mountain sneered. In the Ivy Valley, there are people who practice Dharma and others who practice internal energy. There are many talented people.

There are only a dozen elders, most of whom are at the pinnacle of magic, and there are also many masters of internal energy. No matter how powerful this Qin Fei is, if he defeats all the elders, Master Ivy will still be in charge.

Master Qingteng is a genuine master of the body refining realm!

With such a profound background, he actually had to apologize to a person whom the martial arts world had never heard of, and also took away a large amount of elixirs from the door. It was simply unbelievable.

Qin Fei looked at the group of Ivy Mountain disciples opposite with a half-smile, and asked: "So, you are not willing to apologize to me?"

"You injured one of my disciples and yelled loudly to offend the Holy Spirit of Bai Miao. You actually want us to apologize to you?"

When the disciples of Qingteng Mountain heard this, they immediately felt that it was extremely ridiculous and laughed out loud.

Qin Fei sighed and said: "Zhong Ling'er, it seems that these people still don't know their situation. Since they don't agree to bow to me, I can only trample Ivy Mountain to death."

"What a death!"

Master Qingteng heard this and smiled coldly. After he broke through to become a master in the body refining realm, no one in the entire Chinese martial arts world, except for the He family in Kyoto, dared to talk to him like this.

When Zhong Ling'er heard this, she collapsed on the ground and murmured: "It's over, it's really over."

"Do you think you are the only one who is the master of the body refining realm?" Qin Fei smiled leisurely, not worried at all.

"Master, let us deal with this boy. Once his bones are removed, will he still dare to speak with his mouth?"

At this time, all the elders of Qingteng Mountain stood up, and before they could finish their words, a series of magic spells were fired at Qin Fei!

Wind blades, fireballs, poisonous miasma, and thunder all came towards Qin Fei.

Seeing this, the ordinary people in the city who were lying on the stairs felt as if they were seeing gods fighting, and hurriedly fled down the stairs.

These spells are very powerful, and with so many people chanting the spell together, the power is even more terrifying and unstoppable, enough to bring down a two-story house!

And when they saw that Zhong Ling'er was still within the range of the spell, they didn't hold back at all. Obviously, her rebellion just now had made these Ivy Mountain disciples have no sympathy for Zhong Ling'er!

"You guys are just rotten fish and shrimps, and you still want to hurt me?"

Qin Fei sneered, reached out and grabbed the wind in the void, spread his palms, and a dark blue cyclone had condensed in his hands, with a wind blade twisting in the center of the cyclone!

"go."
Chapter completed!