Each disciple is not simple

Thinking of this, a hint of determination and ruthlessness flashed in Duan Yi's eyes.

He flew up, holding two huge hammers in his hands. "Mingjia, I have been reluctant to argue with you out of consideration for your master. I didn't expect you to be so naughty. Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your master!"

The sledgehammer was so powerful that it carried a tremendous force when swung!

The two hammers fell at the same time, heading straight for Mingjia's front!

This is not education at all, it is clearly a fatal attack!

Mingjia's eyes flashed, and he raised the Langyue Sword to resist.

'when--'

The Langyue Sword was sparkling with fire, and the sword body was extremely bent, almost breaking!

Mingjia's hands were torn apart by the shock, and the fierce wind directly cut her cheek!

Blood kept dripping down, soaking her clothes!

Seeing that Mingjia actually took his move, Duan Yi laughed in anger, "You are a bit arrogant, but it doesn't mean you are uneducated!"

The heavy double hammers were like toys in Duan Yi's hands, and he wielded them skillfully and even deftly, always striking hard from tricky positions.

When the two fought together, Mingjia's decline was obvious.

"... Sect Master! Sect Master, please tell Master Duan Feng to stop the car!" Mu Feng saw that his master was almost turned into a bloody man. He felt pained and anxious, but he couldn't help.

"My master just went through a big battle! She can't hold on!"

“Grandmaster! You can’t treat Uncle-Master Ming like this!” Tan Ran couldn’t stand it anymore, and pleaded with Xuan Ji together with Mu Feng.

Mingjia was seen being knocked away by Duan Yi again and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Mu Feng couldn't hold it in any longer!

He prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowed humbly, "Master! Please save my master! I beg you!"

At this moment, he could no longer care about the fact that a man has gold under his knees, and could only ask them to spare his master!

Why! Why is this!

They were clearly the heroes who killed the Demon Lord, so why did they encounter even more embarrassing treatment upon returning to their own sect?

Where did they go wrong!

Zhijian Peak was originally their Zhijian Peak! Mingjia should be the peak master of Zhijian Peak!

Mu Feng's face was covered with tears and dirt. He even crawled in front of Mo Yan and Dan Qing, "Two senior brothers! Based on the friendship we had when we did the mission together, I beg you! Save my master!"

Mo Yan and Dan Qing turned their heads away, looking embarrassed.

"This matter was originally done by Master Ming Zhen. She shouldn't have treated Master Liu Feng like this..."

Mu Feng looked miserable, and his heart felt as if he had been punched hard by someone.

"How can you say that! If it weren't for my Master, we would all be dead in Jiuli City!"

It doesn’t matter if other people just watch from the sidelines, but they are Mo Yan and Dan Qing!

Mu Feng retreated, hoping for a glimmer of hope, and crawled on his knees to the platform, "Sect Master! Please save my master!"

With every step, he kowtowed; with every sound, blood splattered!

On the high platform, Xuanji sighed, "Your master offended Peak Master Liu today, and Peak Master Duan just wanted to vent his anger on Peak Master Liu, it won't be a big deal. Don't be so impulsive."

"Vent out your anger?" Mu Feng looked at the Sect Leader Xuan Ji, who in his impression was always kind and gentle in treating them as master and disciple, and actually found her face hateful.

Offending Master Liu Feng?

From beginning to end, no one asked for any opinions from the original residents of Chijian Peak, and no one respected Mingjia, the former peak master.

Even if they came back today, they were ridiculously stopped outside the mountain gate and were on high alert against them.

From the very beginning, they were the ones who were disrespected and offended!

What happened to the Supreme Sect? Is everyone crazy?

Mu Feng's gaze fell on Liu Ruyan, who looked worried, and he felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

good good!

You all won't save Master! Even if I, Mu Feng, die together with you, I will never see Master being tortured like this!

Mu Feng's eyes were determined. He stood up, covered in dust, tightly grasped the sword in his hand, pursed his lips, and rushed towards Duan Yi like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!

Ming Jia had just been knocked to the ground by Duan Yi with a hammer from mid-air, and it was unclear whether he was dead or alive in the pit full of dust.

Duan Yi sneered, and there were not many signs of injury on his body.

As a physical cultivator, his realm is much higher than Mingjia's, how could he lose?

"There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Mingjia, although you are very good, you are too stubborn!"

Duan Yi thought so, but without any hesitation, he smashed the sledgehammer in his hand down into the dusty deep pit!

"Stop!" Mu Feng, who was like a moth to a flame, finally arrived and saw a scene that almost made his eyes burst.

If this hammer were to hit him, his master would probably be turned into meat paste!

Without thinking, he pointed the sword at Duan Yi's back and stabbed him directly!

It was like stabbing into an iron plate; Mu Feng's sword blade couldn't penetrate even half an inch!

A cold snort sounded above his head.

Duan Yi looked down upon Mu Feng as if he were a ridiculous ant.

"It seems that Mingjia's disciple is also a petty thief! I'll just clean up the mess!"

As he spoke, the huge hammer instantly occupied Mu Feng's vision!

Mu Feng thought he would be scared, maybe even piss himself to death.

But no, he could almost see the blood of his master on the hammer and smell the bloody smell of the hammer.

His mood was calm and sad, and he could even say goodbye to System 996.

"Goodbye, 996..."

The usually very noisy system was suddenly silent as a chicken and did not respond to him.

But it’s better this way, it saves us the pain of separation.

But he didn't expect that he would not die at the hands of the Demon Lord, but would die under the hammer of his fellow sect member.

How absurd! How funny!

Death is approaching, but the sword cultivator will not die!

Mu Feng stared straight at the sledgehammer, facing death!

However, after waiting for so long...

No pain, no feeling...

Mu Feng opened his eyes and saw the familiar figure standing in front of him as always, with warm blood dripping on his cheek.

She probably didn't know how embarrassed she was at the moment, and still tried her best to give him a gentle smile.

Half of his shoulder was slumped and in a terrible state.

"Go ahead and protect yourself..."

Mu Feng felt something blurry in his eyes, and couldn't see the person in front of him clearly, "Master!"

"Leave, be obedient."

Mingjia used her other relatively intact hand to hold the sword against Duan Yi's hammer and could only use her leg to gently sweep him away.

"Master! You will die! Let's leave the Supreme Sect, okay? We don't want it anymore! We don't want Chijian Peak anymore!"

There is no good place on her body!

"Believe me..." Mingjia's eyes remained firm, "Chijian Peak is my home!"

After saying that, he had to kick Mu Feng away hard before Duan Yi swung his sledgehammer.

Mingjia retreated dozens of steps and staggered to steady himself.

She looked around and suddenly chuckled.

"I didn't expect to use this trick again, and at the Sword Holding Peak..."