Chapter 252 Qin Feng
After a few more minutes, they arrived at the inner part of the Tianxing Gate and got out of the car one after another.

"Brother Ye, we will send you here. If you need to ask me for anything in the future, you can come to the outer area."

Li Ruohai said that, after all, his current cultivation is only at the second-rank level, he is just an inner disciple, and the inner area is not where he should be.

"I won't stay any longer, let Qin Luo take you there with the suzerain."

After speaking, he left on his own.

"Are we still going to see the suzerain?"

Ye Ziheng asked a little nervously, after all, if his identity as a fake real disciple was found out, he himself would not know what would happen then.

Qin Luo saw Ye Ziheng's nervous mood, but he didn't take it to heart. He only thought that Ye Ziheng was simply nervous because he knew he was going to meet a strong man of the ninth rank.

"Don't worry, my father is very talkative, not as strict as you imagine."

As he spoke, he took Ye Ziheng and walked towards the central hall of the Tianxing Gate.

After just five or six minutes, Lin Ya brought Ye Ziheng to the central hall, but there was no one in the hall.

"You wait for me here first, I'll go find my father."

After finishing speaking, she left Ye Ziheng alone, and ran out to find her father.

Ye Ziheng looked at the layout of the hall with a calm look on his face, but actually panicked in his heart.

This is a ninth-rank martial artist, the existence of the world's top powerhouse, if he really sees his own flaws later, will he shoot himself to death in a fit of anger!
Ye Ziheng regretted it a little now, he would have known that he would not pretend to be a real disciple back then, it was so troublesome.

Just when Ye Ziheng was still thinking about how to deal with the Tianxing Sect leader next, Qin Luo suddenly walked in, followed by a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 30s with a smile on his face. He seemed quite kind, but he carried an air of majesty that was irresistible.

Needless to say, this person should be the suzerain of Tianxingmen, Qin Feng.

"This is Ye Ziheng, Ye Xiaoyou."

Qin Feng's eyes swept over Ye Ziheng's body, which made Ye Ziheng even more nervous. He didn't know what to say, and after thinking for a while, he had to say.

"Hello, my lord."

Qin Feng couldn't help but frowned when he heard this, then smiled lightly and shook his head.

"You don't have to be so alien, just call me Uncle Qin."

Qin Feng said kindly, then walked up to Ye Ziheng and patted him on the shoulder.

"Come on, let's sit and talk."

After speaking, he took Ye Ziheng to the chair beside him, let Ye Ziheng sit down first, and then sat next to Ye Ziheng himself, picked up the celadon teapot on the table, and poured half a cup of clear tea for each of them.

Ye Ziheng was both excited and nervous when he saw a strong man in the Ninth Rank Realm go to pour tea for him, and it would be enough for him to brag about it for a lifetime.

"I wonder how long Ye Xiaoyou has been practicing?"

Ye Ziheng was silent for a while, thinking whether to tell the truth or tell lies, but thinking of this imposing Ninth-Rank martial artist, he might not be able to deceive him.

So Ye Ziheng told the truth.

"Two months."

After Qin Feng heard this, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment. The teacup he had just lifted froze in his hand, and he turned to look at Ye Ziheng with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Even Qin Luo who was on the side was quite surprised when he heard this.

(End of this chapter)

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