MM Racing Chapter 347: Perverted enough, but too old
Chapter 347: Perverted enough, but too old
Those guys started really fast.
Gan Jia clenched her silver teeth tightly, making a "crunching" sound.
Being robbed from behind is even more difficult to accept than being frustrated from the front.
What's more, this happened in less than a day.
Gan Jia slowly exhaled, and the expression on her face gradually returned to calm.
He glanced at Feng Ren and ordered:
"You go find Black Light outside the city, and she will tell you what to do next."
Feng Ren looked nervous and said:
"You want to..."
"I want to see with my own eyes whether that Bone Douluo has three heads and six arms."
Gan Jia's figure disappeared in an instant and rushed towards Fengjian Sect.
Feng Ren's face was full of worry, he glanced at the city gate in the distance, and then ran back to Fengjian Sect quickly.
......
The moon and stars were sparse, and in the huge Fengjian Sect, only the meeting hall was still dimly lit.
Gan Jia quietly came to the roof of the meeting hall, lowered her body and listened quietly to everything in the room.
At this time, in the room, a middle-aged woman with snow-white hair was sitting in the front seat with her eyes closed. Next to her stood a long staff made of some kind of bone. With the weak light, it looked particularly eerie.
Under it, Feng Xianglin and Feng Zhen were sitting, talking quietly from time to time, with joy on their faces.
The wind chime pushed open the door and broke the eerie atmosphere in the house.
Feng Chime had a tense face and said in a tone that was neither humble nor overbearing:
"This disciple is unclear about something. I hope the great elder and the sect leader can help clarify my confusion."
"It's a wind chime. Come sit down and talk."
Feng Zhen smiled, waved to Feng Chime, and said, "Is there something that requires you to come here so late? Is it something urgent?"
Feng Chime shook her head slightly, but there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
She stood there motionless, slightly cupped her hands, and said:
"Great Elder, Sect Master, I forgive my disciples for speaking frankly. Both the disciples of this clan and the other disciples in the sect are puzzled by your decision. What happened outside that led you to make this decision? It’s a decision to hand over the position of sect leader to an outsider!”
"That's what I wanted to ask about."
Feng Xianglin's face was expressionless. He gently stroked his beard and gestured: "Feng Zhen, since the disciples don't understand, then you should explain it to them."
"Yes, Great Elder!"
Feng Zhen cupped his hands, stood up and walked quickly to Feng Chime.
The faint smile on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a gloomy and ferocious face.
"Who else thinks the same thing but you?"
Feng Zhen's voice was low and hoarse, and his tone was cold and ruthless, as if the person standing in front of him was not his own son, but a powerful enemy with a feud.
Feng Ling had never seen Feng Zhen in such a state, which made her tremble in shock.
In the past, when disciples in the sect made mistakes, Feng Zhen, as the sect leader, never showed such obvious murderous intent no matter how angry he was.
What's more, Feng Ling's father, Feng Zhou, is Feng Zhen's biological brother. From a blood perspective, Feng Ling is still Feng Zhen's biological niece.
With this important relationship, Feng Zhen still made no secret of his cold murderous intent.
Feng Ling suppressed the fear in her heart, took half a step back without leaving a trace, and replied in a stiff tone:
"Big... everyone thinks this way. The sect was built with the blood of our ancestors. We don't understand why you would give up the position of sect leader to an outsider!"
As she spoke, she turned her head slightly and glared at the woman sitting at the head of the table.
And this person was Liao Bai, the Bone Douluo who followed Feng Xianglin, Feng Zhen and others to Fengjian Sect.
However, no matter how exciting the wind chime's words were, Liao Bai turned a blind eye and still sat on the chair without moving.
But Feng Zhen seemed to be stimulated by these words. His eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot eyes, and his teeth creaked, causing the flesh on his face to tremble.
He exhaled several loud breaths, suddenly raised his right hand, pinched the wind chime's neck, and raised it high:
"Treason! As a disciple of the Fengjian Sect, you dare to openly slander the sect leader in front of the sect leader. Do you know your guilt?!"
Feng Ling struggled to break the thick palm around her neck with both hands, but how could she break free from the shackles of Feng Zhen, who was at the Contra level with her weak strength.
Within a few breaths, Feng Ling's snow-white face was instantly covered in purple, and her delicate face turned ferocious. Her dark eyes were bloodshot, almost bulging out of their sockets.
At this moment, the door of the meeting hall was pushed open by someone from the outside, and Feng Ren shouted angrily:
"Sect Master! Are you going to kill your relative with your own hands!"
I don't know whether it was due to the influence of Feng Ren's words, or whether Feng Zhen didn't want to kill Feng Zhen in the first place, but Feng Zhen's expression froze, and he loosened his right hand holding Feng Ling's neck slightly, and Feng Zhen fell to the ground.
"cough cough..."
Feng Chime touched the finger prints on her neck and looked at Feng Zhen with a look full of fear. She moved her body repeatedly, trying to stay away from the closest stranger.
Feng Ren took three steps at a time, quickly ran to Feng Chime, and asked with concern:
"How are you, little junior sister..."
There were tears in Feng Ling's eyes, but he still endured the pain all over his body and shook his head slightly.
She tried her best to lower her voice, barely leaned into Feng Ren's ear, and whispered:
"Senior Brother Fengren, run!"
Feng Ren's face was full of doubts, and he felt surprised at Feng Chime's urging.
But before Feng Ren could get Feng Chi's explanation, Liao Bai, who had been closing his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes and said in an emotionless tone:
"Since you're here, don't leave."
Just when Feng Ren was wondering why Liao Bai said these words, Feng Ling used all his strength to push Feng Ren out of the door.
"Run! Run as far as you can! Don't ever return to the sect until you find Elder Gan!"
Before the wind chime finished speaking, a dazzling light lit up in the dark room.
Along with it, there was also a Qiyao Flying Sword that exuded killing intent.
"The fifth soul skill, broken gold!"
I saw the sharp tip of Qiyao Flying Sword Wuhun shooting a sharp soul power beam towards Fengren and Fengchi, hitting their vital points directly.
"Little Junior Sister!"
Feng Ren staggered back a few steps, tripped on the threshold, and his body fell several meters away, just avoiding the soul skill that could kill him.
But the position where he was standing before was not spared. After being attacked by a powerful soul skill, he made a dull sound and splashed up a large amount of smoke and dust.
Feeling that there was no life in the smoke, Feng Ren's face was full of despair, and tears burst into his eyes.
He kept roaring and said:
"Why! Why! Why on earth!"
He crawled back to the door of the council hall using his hands and feet, and looked at the tall figure standing in the room through the thick smoke and dust. The despair in his eyes was instantly replaced by anger.
"What on earth did my junior sister do wrong to make you want to kill her like this?"
Feng Zhen flicked his sleeves to disperse the smoke and dust in front of him, looked at Feng Ren whose face was full of grief, and said coldly:
"The sect master has an order, you can't leave!"