Countryside Magic Doctor

0The Great Elder was still alright. He knew Hee Feng's strength, so he didn't dare to say anything. However, the young men behind him didn't understand. They were all the new generation disciples of Dragon Group, and they were all part of the elite group.    

    

There were about 100 disciples in this generation, and they were the elites among these 100 disciples. Therefore, it was inevitable that they would be arrogant and arrogant, and they would think highly of themselves!    

    

When they saw that Hee Feng's strength wasn't that great, and that he had taken up a big position, they didn't even put their boss in their eyes.    

    

Some of the people in the department could not stand it anymore.    

    

For example, that Song Weiyang was one of the most outstanding disciples of this generation. Although his strength wasn't the most outstanding, he was the favorite of all the masters and martial uncles.    

    

The reason was not because he was handsome!    

    

Even if he was handsome, it was useless. The Cultivator did not look at one's face in this world. It depended on one's strength.    

    

Instead, it was because he was good at drilling. If the few masters had any small matters to be handled by him, he would be able to handle them properly. That was why he had won his master's favor.    

    

In terms of cultivation resources and opening up a small place, there were countless more disciples compared to his peers.    

    

However, even after enjoying so many things, Song Weiyang was still not the strongest. This was enough to tell that his talent was not very good.    

    

At this moment, a thought flashed across his mind when he saw the carefree Hee Feng. Should he show off in front of the Great Elder?    

    

He should teach this ignorant young man a good lesson.    

    

He should let him know what it meant to respect the old and love the young, and what it meant to respect the strong.    

    

As he was thinking, Song Weiyang prepared to do something. He immediately took a step forward and rushed out of the crowd, because the back of the Wangcai was a little crowded.    

    

As a result, a few of his colleagues were knocked around and almost fell to the ground, falling from the sky.    

    

Under the scolding and unfriendly eyes of the crowd, Song Weiyang quickly walked out of the crowd and arrived in front of Hee Feng.    

    

He stood straight with a face full of righteousness, as if he was the embodiment of justice at the moment. He cut his head and cursed at Hee Feng.    

    

"Who are you? Didn't you see our elder? Hurry up and open up a space for our elder to sit down." Song Weiyang pointed at Hee Feng's nose and said.    

    

To be honest, this was a new generation disciple of Dragon Group. He didn't really like Hee Feng, because everyone present was standing, except for Hee Feng, who was sitting on a chair made of yellow rosewood.    

    

Yun Zhu was standing beside him, massaging Hee Feng's shoulder. He looked like a young master from a feudal era.    

    

Among the group of people, he was sitting there, and there was a beautiful girl serving him. This was not an ordinary way to draw hatred, which was why Song Weiyang couldn't help but get angry.    

    

It was a pity that he had kicked an iron plate this time!    

    

How could Hee Feng be so easy to get along with?    

    

"I'm sitting on my chair. It's none of your business. Go back immediately. Don't be an eyesore in front of me. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" Hee Feng didn't even look at him directly. He said coldly.    

    

"You dare to ignore me?" When he saw Hee Feng ignoring him, Song Wei's Yang energy almost exploded. His tone was slightly shocked as he pointed at Hee Feng and said.    

    

"F * ck, you are giving me face and not giving me face, right?" Hee Feng threw the purple sandpot in his hand out with a bang. Along with the boiling tea inside, the purple sandpot smashed heavily on Song Wei Yang's face.    

    

In the blink of an eye, the small purple sandpot broke into pieces, and Song Weiyang's face was bruised and swollen. The broken porcelain pieces also left hideous wounds on his face.    

    

It looked like blood!    

    

When they saw the teapot fall on Song Weiyang's face in an arc, all the disciples of Dragon Group revealed shocked expressions in their eyes. They looked at the scene in front of them with astonishment.    

    

They felt that it was unbelievable!    

    

The Cultivator's reaction was swift and violent. Compared to ordinary people, its reaction speed was incomparable.    

    

Even the most sensitive robots or humans were unable to reach the standard of an ordinary Cultivator.    

    

As for the strong, it was extremely easy for them to dodge the things thrown over by the weak. However, Hee Feng was able to easily throw over a purple sand teapot.    

    

Song Weiyang did not dodge it!    

    

The difference in strength between the two was obvious!    

    

Song Weiyang was no match for him. The disciples immediately came to a realization. After all, that was what they were doing.    

    

Everyone cast a look of shock at Hee Feng. Song Weiyang was almost thirty years old, while the young man in front of him looked like he was only in his early twenties, or even younger!    

    

He did not look like an adult, but a young man!    

    

However, he had such terrifying strength.    

    

One should know that although Song Weiyang wasn't the most outstanding one among them, he was still considered one of the best. With just a simple strike from Hee Feng, Song Weiyang would be at a disadvantage.    

    

In that case, what level of strength did this Hee Feng have?    

    

A question emerged in everyone's mind. Those disciples with fierce eyes secretly labeled Hee Feng as an expert on the same level or higher as them.    

    

In their hearts, they were also complaining about Hee Feng. Why did he pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger?    

    

However, they were also glad that they didn't go forward to cause trouble for Hee Feng. Otherwise, Song Weiyang wouldn't be the only one who had lost his face after being injured.    

    

He had to bring him along as well.    

    

"F * ck you!" Song Weiyang was completely enraged. He was in a frenzied state. He drew out the long sword on his waist, then he thrust it at Hee Feng with a swoosh.    

    

It seemed like this fellow's head was not working.    

    

When the teapot hit his face just now, he should have realized that he wasn't a match for Hee Feng. He wouldn't even be able to dodge the teapot that Hee Feng threw at him.    

    

He still wanted to fight Hee Feng. He really didn't know what his brain was thinking.    

    

It was obvious that under his fury, Song Weiyang had completely lost his mind. The blow that Hee Feng had given him just now wasn't only on the level of strength, but also on the spiritual level.    

    

Song Weiyang had always wanted to show off his strength, but now that he had lost face in front of Hee Feng, he couldn't help but feel a little upset.    

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As a result, the sword that he had drawn out in front of the Great Elder started to fight.    

    

The rationality of the past, as well as the intelligence that had disappeared and replaced it, was like an angry bull, charging at Hee Feng with its sword.    

    

"Overestimating yourself!" Hee Feng said with a cold snort.    

    

After that, just as the sharp sword was about to touch Hee Feng.    

    

Hee Feng closed his eyes and closed his eyes. He didn't want to talk to this guy anymore. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and a golden light flashed.    

    

Immediately, the majestic Genuine Qi that surged out of Hee Feng's body was like a wave of air that was created by a cannonball. It slammed heavily onto Song Weiyang.    

    

In the blink of an eye, Song Weiyang, who was shouting ferociously and holding his long sword, lunged at Hee Feng.