Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"What do you mean by me?" Leng Feiqiong said unhappily, "Zhu Qingfeng, I haven't seen you for a while, and you're still putting on airs. Who doesn't know who? Do you want to go talk to Master Meng?"

"You..." Zhu Qingfeng's thin face was covered with a layer of red cloth, and he stared at Leng Feiqiong.

He was so angry at Leng Feiqiong that he was about to explode.

But he didn't dare to get angry.

Because he knew that his wife and Leng Feiqiong were close friends. Even if others were scolding and hating Leng Feiqiong, his wife still admired and defended Leng Feiqiong.

He knew that if Leng Feiqiong spoke, his wife would definitely turn the sword against him, making the family restless.

He was old and an elder, and it was really embarrassing to be beaten by his wife and run away.

Leng Feiqiong snorted, "You'd better shut up. I don't want to listen to your nagging."

"Arrogant! Presumptuous!" Zhu Qingfeng gritted his teeth, but just spit out these two words and said no more.

Leng Feiqiong's eyes fell on Jing Mingchuan, and she snorted, "Elder Jing, what else do you have to say? There's nothing to say. Then I'll go up the mountain. Is my courtyard still there?"

Neither Jing Mingchuan nor Zhu Qingfeng answered.

Leng Feiqiong's eyes swept over the others, and finally fell on the face of a handsome young man, and said indifferently, "Jiang nephew?"

"Yes." The handsome young man blushed and nodded lightly, then realized that he was too cowardly, and hurriedly said solemnly, "But Uncle Leng, you really..."

"Shut up." Leng Feiqiong said indifferently.

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment.

Under the accumulated power, he subconsciously shut his mouth and stopped abruptly.

Leng Feiqiong stepped forward.

Jing Mingchuan and Zhu Qingfeng immediately stepped forward and blocked her.

Leng Feiqiong continued to walk forward, and said coldly as she walked, "Don't force me to do it, it will bring humiliation upon myself!"

"Please respect yourself, Concubine Leng!" Jing Mingchuan said in a deep voice.

Leng Feiqiong snorted, "What if I respect myself? What if I don't? Are you going to fight me?"

"We are really forced to do it!" Jing Mingchuan snorted.

Leng Feiqiong continued to move forward and approached Jing Mingchuan: "You guys dare to fight me? Do you think I have been lazy in the palace for a while?"

Jing Mingchuan said proudly: "We have already practiced the new sword tactics, but Concubine Leng is flirting with the emperor. You may not be our opponent!"

"Hehehe..." Leng Feiqiong laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist.

This made the faces of the people on the opposite side look ugly.

They could see Leng Feiqiong's ridicule and felt very uncomfortable.

Especially at this time.

Leng Feiqiong shook her head and said, "Okay, let's see if your Qinggong can catch up with me."

She suddenly flashed and appeared behind Jing Mingchuan and Zhu Qingfeng, and put her jade palm on their shoulders, then flashed behind the disciples, and then flashed to the treetops a hundred meters away.

"... Chase!" Zhu Qingfeng's face turned red and white, and he gritted his teeth and shouted.

Everyone hurriedly ran after them.

Xu Qingluo and the other four stood where they were. Zhu Lanxin had disappeared without a trace at some point, and her movements were secretive.

Xu Qingluo turned her head and looked at Zhou Yu: "Do they really hate Senior Sister?"

She felt strange, not like hatred, but more like anger.

Zhou Yu sighed: "They have complicated feelings, with hatred, grievances and joy. In short, they can't escape the palm of the Leng Sect Leader!"

Every fluctuation of their emotions was controlled by Leng Feiqiong, who made them angry when they were angry, calm when they were calm, and happy when they were happy, and they were powerless to control themselves.

After seeing Leng Feiqiong's actions with her own eyes, she personally experienced how powerful Leng Feiqiong was. She secretly sighed that she was indeed worthy of being the most outstanding leader of Tianhai Sword Sect. Her methods and actions were indeed very charming.

In her imagination, after Leng Feiqiong came, she must have been weak and guilty, and her actions were mainly lenient. She first let them scold her to vent her anger, and then persuaded them with kind words and talked about her own difficulties.

But she never expected that Leng Feiqiong would take a completely opposite attitude. Not only was she not guilty and weak, but she was extremely strong, as if she was still the leader of Tianhai Sword Sect and the master here.

When they met again, it was still the same as before. He still treated these elders and disciples as his subordinates.

But they did not feel disobedient, but took it for granted.

Their verbal confrontation was just because they were angry about her rash departure. In fact, they had unconsciously regarded her as the leader.

This was also due to their previous habits, which had been imprinted in their bones.

Whether it was the young disciples or the elders, they were all used to Leng Feiqiong being the headmaster.

Zhou Yang said, "They probably blamed her for leaving the palace, right? Now that she's back, of course they're angry, but maybe they're happy in their hearts?"

"That's understandable," Chu Ling said, "After all, the Tianhai Sword Sect is now without a headmaster, which is embarrassing. She came back at the right time, and they'll probably still choose her as the headmaster."

Things in the world can only be compared to know whether they're good or bad.

Just like the headmaster of the Tianhai Sword Sect, this position seems easy to sit on, but it's actually very difficult.

When Leng Feiqiong was in power, he might have done well and seemed very leisurely. They didn't think Leng Feiqiong was precious or rare, and they didn't cherish her that much.

But after Zhao Qianjun took over, they realized how powerful Leng Feiqiong was.

At this time, Zhao Qianjun had already abdicated, and the headmaster of the Tianhai Sword Sect was waiting to be elected. It was already difficult for the entire Tianhai Sword Sect to elect a headmaster that would truly convince everyone.

And the disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect were also worried that the next one to be chosen might not be as good as Zhao Qianjun. After all, Zhao Qianjun was the strongest one at the beginning, far better than the others.

Others were not as good as him.

At this time, Leng Feiqiong came back.

I am afraid that at this time, they would unconsciously choose Leng Feiqiong.

Zhao Qianjun's failure proved that the real leader of Tianhai Sword Sect was still Leng Feiqiong, and it had to be Leng Feiqiong.

Now it was only because of the strong resentment that she was hindered from returning.

Leng Feiqiong showed superb means, and with a strong and domineering momentum, she directly destroyed their resentment, so that they could only be honest and powerless to resist.

"Awesome." Zhou Yang also praised and felt that he had learned a lot.

If it were me, I would probably not do this, and I couldn't think of it.

Xu Qingluo said: "Let's go in and take a look?"

She felt that it was best to go in at this time.

If they couldn't do anything to the senior sister, then they would vent their anger on the four of them, and vent their anger on the four of them. It was just a chance to take action, and it would save them from wasting more words.

After they lose, there will definitely be more masters to come up and become stronger and stronger. Only when they finally see the top masters can they live up to this journey.

When she thought about being able to see the top swordsmanship of the twelve meridians of the Tianhai Sword School, she was eager to try, her eyes sparkling.

"Let's go!" Chu Ling and Zhou Yang agreed excitedly.

Zhou Yu looked around and nodded slightly.

The four of them accelerated and soon caught up with Leng Feiqiong and his group.

Leng Feiqiong was like a white cloud, floating slowly, seemingly not fast, but the group of people following behind her were all running fast, but they could never close the distance between them.