"This guy has a big nerve, daring to speak to the elder like this."

  "A madman who doesn't know life from death, it seems he's tired of living."

  The crowd whispered among themselves, clearly not expecting Lin Feng to be so bold as to question the inner sect elder.

  In the Jiuxiao continent, sects were flourishing, and powerful sects could even control a country, summoning wind and rain. Within the sects, competition was fierce, and hierarchy was extremely strict. First, there were outer door disciples, then inner door disciples, core disciples, and further up, outer door elders and inner door elders.

  Lin Feng was just an outer sect disciple after all, and his status was far inferior to that of Mo Xie. It could be said that if Mo Xie wanted him to live, he would live; if Mo Xie wanted him to die, then he would have to die.

  Mo Ye's heart was filled with an icy chill, and Lin Feng had obviously said something he shouldn't have.

  "Hou Qing, offending the sect's elder, what crime is this?" Mo Xie stared at Lin Feng, his gaze not moving an inch.

  "Report to the elder, if it's minor, you'll be expelled from the sect. If it's severe, your cultivation will be abolished first, and then you'll be expelled from the sect." How could Hou Qing not understand Mo Xie's meaning? This great opportunity, how could he let it slip away.

  "Elder, Hou Qing thinks that Lin Feng's actions are truly rebellious and unorthodox, he should be stripped of his position and expelled from the Yunhai Sect."

  "No need, his cultivation is hard-won, just let him be. Disable one of his arms and then expel him from the sect." Mo Xie's magnanimous words.

  "Too vicious." Lin Feng secretly hated him, he and Mo Xie had no grievances in the past, but as soon as the other party came, they pinned a crime on him. No matter what, he would be expelled from the sect, and once he was expelled, Lin Huan and that strange young man would not let him off easily. This was clearly an attempt to take his life.

  In fact, it was just as Lin Feng had expected, and for him, this was a dead end.

  "Martial arts are revered, but without sufficient strength and talent, even a sect can't be relied upon." Lin Feng's heart was as clear as a mirror. In this world, everything could only rely on oneself. Just like now, the sect elder wanted to cut off his arm and expel him from the sect, pinning unfounded crimes on him.

  Lin Feng glanced at Nan Gong Ling, the Sect Master had yet to speak up, and there was still room for recovery.

  "Everything must be spoken with strength and talent, now that my strength is not strong, I will show off my talent." Lin Feng's mind was racing, if all else fails, he would reveal the matter of the Zhong Drum and the Absolute Wall.

  When all the eight-sided drums sounded, two sect protectors appeared and personally sent him back, covering people's ears and eyes. Lin Feng was stupid, but he understood that the test he passed was not as simple as he thought at first.

  At this time, Hou Qing had already arrived in front of Lin Feng, being stared at by countless people, even the sect and the great elder were watching. Hou Qing was a bit nervous, but also had a few threads of excitement, this was a good opportunity to show off after all.

  "Trash, you'd better cut off one of your arms yourself. You're far too weak for me to bother with." Hou Qing Lin said calmly.

  Lin Feng saw Hou Qing's flickering eyes and secretly shook his head. With a will as unsteady as this, he was only the tenth person of the outer sect, nothing more.

  "Make your move." Lin Feng drew the long sword from his back, grasping it firmly in his palm, standing calmly on the spot, with a tranquil heart.

  "Hehe, since that's the case, I'll take action then." Hou Qing naturally knew that Lin Feng couldn't possibly cut off his own arm, and earlier was just him intentionally belittling Lin Feng to elevate himself.

  "Wind Chant."

  He let out a low shout, and Hou Qing's figure instantly vanished from the spot. With his Wind Chant, he moved with the wind, practicing to the extreme, his speed as fast as the wind.

  "Hou Qing is a master of the tenth rank of the outer sect, his lightness skill and body method are unmatched, how can Lin Feng be his match?"

  "This guy can still stand so steadily, he's just asking for humiliation."

  The crowd saw Hou Qing's figure fluttering like the wind, and suddenly a burst of cheers erupted. Among the outer door disciples, Hou Qing was ranked tenth, relying on his lightness skill and body method. Even those outer door disciples who were ranked ahead of him might not be able to hurt Hou Qing.

  Mo Ye saw Hou Qing's movement and a smile appeared on his face, it seemed that Hou Qing's strength had increased again. He hoped that at the beginning of next year, he could enter the top five in the outer door of the sect's grand comparison, so that as the master, he would also have face.

  As for whether Hou Qing can handle Lin Feng, this is something that Mo Xie didn't even consider. With his Eightfold Refinement of the Qi and Martial Realm, he estimated that Lin Feng wouldn't be able to last more than three moves in Hou Qing's hands.

  Among the crowd present, perhaps only Lin Feng himself believed in himself. He was seen holding his sword with one hand, motionless as a mountain, staring at Hou Qing's elusive figure.

  At this moment, a strong gust of wind blew over, blowing Lin Feng's clothes and making his long hair flutter in the air. Hou Qing's figure suddenly disappeared at this moment.

  "It's over, Master Hou Qing's lightness skill is really amazing."

  The battle has not yet begun, but the crowd has already made up its mind.

  Only Lin Feng's eyes closed, quietly feeling the rustling wind, breathing and heartbeat, all stopped at this moment, only that keen sense, capturing that fleeting figure.

  The sword in Lin Feng's hand suddenly moved, following the wind, and its trajectory carried the lightness and elegance of the wind.

  "Stop." A tyrannical shout came from above Lin Feng's head, accompanied by a massive oppressive force.

  "Get out."

  Lin Feng spat out a single word, the sword light flashed, and immediately everyone saw fresh blood splashing out.

  A shrill and mournful sound echoed through space, and the crowd looked incredulously at what was happening before their eyes.

  Hou Qing failed to hit Lin Feng and was defeated by a simple and casual sword from Lin Feng, which cut off one of his arms.

  "How is this possible? How did Lin Feng do it?" The outer sect disciples were shocked in their hearts, especially those who had heard of Lin Feng's reputation as a waste. Lin Feng, with one sword, cut off Hou Qing's arm.

  These outer disciples did not see clearly how Lin Feng did it, but the inner disciples and above all saw clearly. Lin Feng's sword was like a sword, yet also like the wind. The sword moved with the wind, as if it were not the sword that cut off Hou Qing's arm, but the wind itself.

  "Is this sword technique from the Starlight Pavilion?" Nan Gongling's eyes fluttered for the first time, Lin Feng's simple sword was too beautiful, almost perfect, without any extra power, the sword moved with the wind, one sword cut off an arm, and it was the result of Lin Feng's control. I believe that if Lin Feng wanted to take Hou Qing's life, that one sword would have been enough.

  Lin Feng had not actually practiced the martial skill of fusing sword techniques with the wind, but on the precipice, he suddenly gained insight. The Heavenly Sword said that all things have momentum, swords have sword momentum and winds have wind momentum. He had just utilized that gust of wind to hide his sword within it, making it seem as if his sword technique was merged with the wind, striking down the enemy in one move.

  "Could it be aura?" Nan Gong Ling thought of another possibility, but immediately he himself denied this speculation. Lin Feng was only at the Qi Wu realm cultivation level, how could he possibly comprehend aura?

  Not to mention the Qi Wu realm, even if it's a strong Ling Wu realm, only some geniuses can grasp a bit of momentum. A strong Qi Wu realm wants to borrow momentum, unless they rely on the power of their martial soul, using their martial soul to borrow momentum, but unable to comprehend and apply it. But Lin Feng just now didn't even release his martial soul.

  "This trash has indeed become a bit stronger, no wonder it's so arrogant. However, to me, trash is still trash, don't think about having a comeback." Lin Xuan saw that Lin Feng had cut off Hou Qing's arm with one sword and secretly thought to herself: she was now a strong Lingwu realm cultivator, and her martial soul had undergone its innate awakening, with ice and fire originating from the same source. How could this little trash Lin Feng compare to her?

  Mo Ye's face was extremely unsightly at this moment. He had ordered Hou Qing to cut off Lin Feng's arm, but he hadn't expected that Hou Qing would be the one to have his arm cut off by Lin Feng instead. This was undoubtedly a slap in the face for him. This son must die.

  Lin Feng remained completely indifferent to the gazes of the crowd, his face still calm, and sheathed his long sword. He glanced at Hou Qing, who was kneeling on the ground, without a hint of sympathy in his heart.

  "Are you the tenth person outside? Not even bothering to take action against me?" Lin Feng sneered, "I really don't understand, what is your pride based on."

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