Full-time King

Chapter 2237 Outer Disciple

In other words, unless Yuan Yang Hao Shi opened the suitcase and checked it with the naked eye, he would not find that his son's storage bag was in the suitcase inside the storage bag.

It was undoubtedly a very risky move just now. What if Yuan Yang Hao Shi was very familiar with the talisman paper that concealed the aura? Everything Ling Feng did would naturally be in vain.

Fortunately, Yuan Yang Hao Shi trusted his spiritual sense very much, which allowed Ling Feng to escape the disaster by luck.

Otherwise, Yuan Yang Hao Shi would find his son's storage bag and check it, and he would find his son's body. Haha, at that time, Yuan Yang Hao Shi would do something irrational in his rage, and you don't need to think about it.

Even if the old man messes up the entire Yuanyang Sect, what meaning will it have to Ling Feng?

Only after his pounding heart recovered did Ling Feng walk out of the room.

Before I even entered the hall, I heard a fierce quarrel coming from inside, and the owner of the voice was Uncle Li.

"Father, you said that your physique is not bad, why don't you pass on your unique skills to me? You said that the person who can make the decision is here, so go and ask him how much time it will take?" A young voice spoke loudly, and everyone could hear the dissatisfaction in the tone.

"Ah Hu, the rules of the sect cannot be broken. Without the consent of the sect master or the young sect master, I will not pass on my martial arts to you even if I take them to my coffin! The young sect master is resting now. When I have time, I will naturally ask for you, so you don't have to worry about it!"

Uncle Li's words were so decisive that there was no room for maneuver.

"Father, you are my father. You said that the younger one is when one starts practicing your unique skills, the better the effect will be. But you keep putting it off. I am already 23 years old. How much can I achieve? I am not worried, but I am afraid that you will take all your skills to the grave!"

Li Hu said indignantly, stiffening his neck.

"Asshole! If I didn't have a master, I wouldn't be where I am today. Without me, how could you, a bastard, come to be here?"

Uncle Li flew into a rage and smashed the table with one slap.

Li Hu wanted to say something, but Ling Feng knew that he couldn't let him continue. He had already seen that this Uncle Li was really stubborn and terribly stubborn.

"Haha, Uncle Li, what's the matter that makes you so angry? Tell me about it."

Ling Feng walked leisurely into the hall and went to the main seat. When he turned his back to Uncle Li, he nodded sympathetically at Li Hu. Poor kid, it was really pitiful to have such a father.

Li Hu turned his head away, not wanting to look at Ling Feng's face at all.

"Rebellious son, you haven't met the young master yet."

Uncle Li was even more furious and was about to slap Li Hu.

The sound of wind and thunder rang out between the palms. Ling Feng could feel that this palm was definitely not held back at all. If Li Hu did not apologize, he would definitely hit him hard.

"Uncle Master Li, I am the Young Master. Didn't I say that just now? Tell me what's going on." Ling Feng nonchalantly exchanged palm strikes with Uncle Master Li.

Uncle Master Li's strength has actually reached the peak of the Naqi Realm. Among the outer disciples, only Sun Youwei, a very talented outer disciple, can compare to him.

"Young Sect Master, please forgive me for this rebellious son. Alas..." Uncle Li sighed heavily.

Soon, Ling Feng knew the whole story from Uncle Li's narration. This matter was also related to his master.

It turned out that Uncle Li was determined to revitalize the sect, and had indeed gathered a lot of good talents over the years. Among them, his son had the highest talent and could barely meet the standards of an inner disciple. The rest were slightly worse, but were more than qualified to be outer disciples.

However, Ling Feng's master had a rule that outer disciples were not allowed to contact him without major events. Uncle Li was a very conservative person, and after thinking about it, he felt that a matter of barely reaching the status of inner disciple was not a major matter for Ling Feng's master.

Ling Feng's master Yi has always been elusive and was exempted from the annual routine investigation. As a result, Uncle Li had no chance to report this situation to him.

That's not all. If Uncle Li made some adjustments and let his son practice the outer disciples' skills first, it wouldn't be a problem. But there was a rule in the sect that outer disciples were not allowed to teach martial arts privately.

As a result, year after year, Li Hu was tragically delayed and could only learn the skills of ordinary people.

Ling Feng was a little amused and couldn't help but sigh: This Uncle Li is too rigid. The only disciples of his sect who are truly passed down the teachings are Ling Feng and his junior sister Xuanyuan Qingwu. There are two reasons for this. There are very few truly good seedlings, and the other is that the old man is too lazy to accept disciples. If he wasn't afraid that the sect's inheritance would be cut off, he probably wouldn't have accepted disciples at all.

"Li Hu, come up here, I'll feel your bones for you."

Although Uncle Li confirmed his son's aptitude, it had been delayed for so many years, so Ling Feng still needed to confirm it.

"Rebellious son, why don't you come forward!" Uncle Li's eyes flashed with a hint of joy, and at the same time he scolded his son loudly.

Li Hu walked forward trembling all over. Ling Feng stretched out his hand and held his wrist in his palm, and the fighting spirit began to flow through his body.

After a moment, a trace of disappointment flashed across Ling Feng's eyes: "What a pity! If it were five years ago, when my muscles and bones had not yet taken shape, I could indeed reach the standard of an inner sect disciple. Now, the best I can cultivate to the peak of the Qi Sea Realm in this lifetime."

There was one thing Ling Feng didn't say. Unless someone with extraordinary power helped Li Hu cleanse his marrow and remove his hair, or unless Li Hu took some rare treasure by chance, otherwise, his life would be determined.

Once the muscles and bones are formed, there is no hope of condensing the elixir. This is what is going on.

"Qi Hai Realm, Qi Hai Realm is fine too. I'm only at Na Qi Realm. It's already a stroke of luck that this rebellious son can cultivate to Qi Hai Realm." A hint of complexity flashed in Uncle Li's eyes, and at the same time, he looked at Ling Feng with expectant eyes.

Ling Feng was speechless. It seemed that only a direct order would be needed for Master Li to teach his son the method of cultivation: "Master Li, do you have a method to cultivate to the Qi Sea Realm?"

"Yes, but I am ashamed that I have been stuck at the peak of the Naqi Realm for these years and have not been able to break through." Uncle Li's face flashed with a trace of embarrassment. Ling Feng was not very old, but he was already at the peak of the Qi Sea Realm, while he was half a century old and was only at the peak of the Naqi Realm. There was really no comparison.

"Well, Li Hu will be officially accepted as an outer disciple today. You will be responsible for teaching him how to practice, and there must be no mistakes."

Ling Feng said with a serious look on his face, this itself is a very serious matter.

Ling Feng is the young master and an inner disciple. Either of them has the right to accept an outer disciple. Of course, just remember to tell the old man.

"Yes!"

Uncle Li couldn't help but shed a tear and looked at his son with some guilt.

Li Hu didn't care too much, and said loudly with a happy look on his face: "Thank you, Young Sect Master."

"By the way, Uncle Li, what happened in the martial arts gym recently? Why did so many people come to challenge us?" Ling Feng suddenly thought of those unlucky foreigners and asked curiously.

"They are just a bunch of clowns. They want to buy the land of our martial arts school and offer a good price. It can be said that this is our sect's property. Don't say that the land deed is not with me. Even if it is with me, I will not give this foundation to them."

A hint of disdain flashed across Master Li's eyes.

"Oh? Any trouble?"

When Ling Feng heard this, he immediately lost interest. A group of ordinary people were trying to seize the land, and the ownership of the land was not in the hands of Uncle Li.

"No, these people come to challenge us every day, which actually increases the practical experience of our martial arts disciples. They are all ordinary people, and challenging us is just a joke. Today is even more unlucky. Just when we were about to challenge, the leader of Yuanyang Sect came. He thought these people were too noisy, so he taught them a lesson." Uncle Li had a smile on his face when he talked about the Yuanyang Sect's action.

"Father, their strength has been getting stronger and stronger. If the people of Yuanyang Sect hadn't taken action today, our martial arts school would have gotten nothing except you." Li Hu suddenly interjected.

Uncle Li nodded: "Yes, some of these people today are quite strong. They are warriors, and one of them has reached the level of dark energy. In this way, it seems that they have some background?"

A puzzled look appeared on Master Li's face.

"Father, you rarely pay attention to what's happening outside and you focus on managing the martial arts school. I recognize some of the people here. They are all the best in other foreign martial arts schools in the capital." Li Hu also discovered some clues at this time.

Ling Feng had no interest in getting involved in this matter, so he stood up and said, "Uncle Li, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll leave you my phone number, so you can call me if you have any questions. I'll be staying in the capital for a while, preparing to participate in the Rookie League Tournament."

"Rookie League Tournament! Is our sect finally going to participate in the Rookie League Tournament again? Great! I wish the young sect master success!" Uncle Li was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes when he heard it. The sign of a hidden sect's long-term prosperity is that it can achieve good results in every Rookie League Tournament. But no one from their sect has participated in it for a long time.

"Well, also find me a new phone and phone number. My phone may be tapped. I've been in some trouble recently. The people from the Crane Organization are following me closely, so you have to be careful too."

Ling Feng couldn't help but feel a headache when he thought of the Crane Organization.

“Young Master, be careful. The one sect, three schools and seven clans have a common agreement that the fight between ancient warriors must not involve ordinary people. As for Hu'er and I, we are already members of the sect, and we no longer care about life and death. Moreover, I am an outer disciple in an open base. Killing me is equivalent to challenging our sect. The Crane Organization will not be so unwise.” There was a strong murderous aura in Uncle Li's words, but unfortunately his strength was limited, and his tone was somewhat helpless.

At this time, Ling Feng finally understood a little: No wonder the old man asked him to come to the capital. The other party in the capital was indeed very cautious. At least there would not be any blatant attacks like the one in Jiangnan City.

Li Hu was much more perceptive than his father. While they were chatting, he went out and quickly brought back a brand new cell phone: "Young Sect Master, do you think this phone is okay? A certain amount of phone charges have been prepaid in it, and you can use it now."

"I'll give the old man a call."

After saying that, Ling Feng picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number.

"Hey, who is it?"

The old man sounded lazy in his familiar voice.

"Old man, is he in Widow Liu's bed?"

Ling Feng could vaguely hear other voices coming from beside the old man.

There was a rustling sound from the other side, and soon the old man's voice came again: "You little brat, you're itching again, right? If I don't punish you for three days, how can you talk to the master?"

"Hehe, Master, there's a saying that if you don't do anything wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door..." Ling Feng had a sly smile on his face.

"Who is feeling guilty... What's the matter with you calling me? Have you gotten into trouble again? I won't clean up your mess. I just had a fight with that damn hermaphrodite and my back still hurts!" The old man immediately changed the subject.

"That old man, I killed the young master of Yuanyang Sect..." Ling Feng was silent for a moment and said this with a guilty conscience.

"So I killed him... What? Who did you kill?" The old man on the other end of the phone said casually at first, then picked his ears and asked again uncertainly.

"Young Master Yuanyang Sect..." Ling Feng could only say it again.

"You little brat, get back here right now, right now! You're really getting more and more daring. No, you better hide by yourself, I'll come to pick you up. I'm in such a state of distress, just want to relax for two days..." The old man on the other end of the phone immediately became anxious, and he heard a constant clanging sound.

"Don't worry, don't worry old man, things are not that bad yet."

Ling Feng felt somewhat touched. Although the old man was not very reasonable, he was extremely kind to him and his junior sister, and raised them like his sons and daughters.

"You know shit. This is the only precious thing to that old fellow Yuanyang Hao Shi. He is extremely protective of his son. If he knows that you killed his son, he will cut you into pieces. You are my master!" the old man said angrily.

"Master, don't worry..."

"Wait, you actually called me Master? Did you get into any other trouble? Tell me all at once!"

"Old man..."

"Suddenly... this time it's normal."

Ling Feng rolled his eyes: "This is what happened..."

Ling Feng then told the old man everything about his encounter with Yuanyang Muqing, and of course also what happened after he met Yuanyang Haoshi.

"Not bad, you really have some of my style back then. It seems like you should be able to handle it for the time being, so I won't go over for the time being. You can handle this matter yourself, and don't call me if you have nothing to do. I'm very busy!"

The old man hung up the phone with a bang, without any intention of being polite.