Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Yunmiao Peak, the disciples’ residential area.

A group of elite members of the Iron Blood Alliance in the late stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm were kneeling in the courtyard, each one in a state of silence, not daring to move at all.

Ling Feng said before going in that if Luo Jianying didn't recover for a day, they would just kneel in front of the door. Whoever dared to leave even half a step would die!

In front of all the people who were kneeling, there were two unlucky guys who had been beaten so badly that they could not even kneel firmly. They were lying on the ground like dead dogs, dying, muttering and repeating: "I was wrong... I was wrong." Already..."

These two people were Huang Gou and Liu Quanhai, and they were also the ones who directly injured Luo Jianying, Su Hongxiu and the others.

Ling Feng tied them to Luo Jianying's hospital bed and made them kowtow a hundred times before kicking them out of the room.

They had turned into two complete losers, and Ling Feng no longer bothered to attack them, as this would only dirty his sword.

"Ling...Uncle Ling, thank you..." Luo Jianying lay on the bed, tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

"Don't worry, I will completely heal your injury." Ling Feng patted Luo Jianying's shoulder gently, with a confident smile on his lips, "It won't take long before you can fully recover." ”

"Really?" Luo Jianying gritted his teeth. He knew that his hand tendons and hamstrings had been severed. Is it really possible to cure such an injury?

"You just need to believe me, that's enough." Ling Feng slowly stood up and said with a smile, "You should have a good rest, your injuries are nothing."

"Yes." Luo Jianying nodded, stared at Ling Feng, gritted his teeth and said: "Thank you! Thank you!"

For a warrior, if he can only lie in bed for the rest of his life, he might as well die. Now that he had the opportunity to recover, how could he not be grateful in his heart.

"If you regard me as a friend, there is no need to say thank you." Ling Feng smiled faintly and immediately looked at Su Hongxiu.

The bruise on her cheek also needs to be treated, otherwise it is likely to leave scars in the future.

Su Hongxiu saw Ling Feng staring at her, her cheeks turned red, and she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look into Ling Feng's eyes.

"Don't move." Ling Feng reached out to hold her chin and looked at the bruises on her face intently. The severity of the injury affected the amount of medicine he dispensed.

"oh……"

Su Hongxiu pursed her lips, not daring to move casually anymore, but her little heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out.

Soon, Ling Feng diagnosed the injuries of all the injured disciples. Except for Luo Jianying's injury, there were no major problems with the others.

…

at the same time.

Seeing Ling Feng and the others gradually disappearing, Lin Xianer quickly left the crowd and then walked from a quiet path to a manor on the mountain behind the main peak.

This manor was specially left for her by Lin Canglang to live in. Every time Lin Xianer asked about Xianzong, she would always live here.

"Dad." Lin Xianer saw Lin Canglang standing in the pavilion outside the courtyard with his hands behind his hands from a distance. He immediately took steps and walked over quickly.

Lin Canglang turned back and looked at Lin Xian'er, nodded slightly, and then asked: "Xian'er, haven't you already left? Why did you suddenly get involved in the affairs of those disciples again?"

"Yeah!" Lin Xian'er blinked mischievously, "But just as I was about to go down the mountain, I heard about the Iron Blood Alliance. I also wanted to help dad deal with those scum of the sect."

"Yes." Lin Canglang took Lin Xian'er and sat down in the pavilion. His expression softened a little and he said warmly: "Xian'er, you can have such a heart, my father is very happy. What about Ling Feng? Did you know him before? Him? How can you help him?"

"You also know that dad has concealed your identity for so many years, just hoping that you will not be restricted by the little Wenxian Sect. With your talent, there is a broader world waiting for you."

"You mean Ling Feng?" A handsome face flashed through Lin Xian'er's mind, and she couldn't help but giggled: "I didn't know him before, but he was really domineering this time when he dealt with the Iron Blood Alliance. Exposed!"

When mentioning Ling Feng, Lin Xian'er seemed very excited and said in rapid succession: "By the way, dad, who is this Ling Feng? Why do those disciples call him Uncle Ling Feng? And more …”

"Okay Xian'er!" Lin Canglang frowned and immediately interrupted Lin Xian'er's question, "That Ling Feng is not a good person. You must not have anything to do with him in the future. As for his identity, You don’t have to ask.”

"Ah? Daddy, why?" Lin Xianer bit her lip, "He..."

"There's no reason!" Lin Canglang's face turned cold, "Anyway, just remember what dad said. It's getting late, so go back to Tianwei Academy as soon as possible!"

"Okay..." Lin Xian'er was full of doubts, but Lin Canglang suddenly became so strict that he did not dare to contradict him, so he could only nod his head, thinking in his heart that Ling Feng must have some misunderstanding with his father. Feng is obviously an upright man.

Little did she know that her father, who looked sanctimonious on the surface, was actually an out-and-out villain.

"Then dad, I'm leaving first." Lin Xianer bit her lips and sighed softly. Anyway, she and Ling Feng may not have any interactions in the future, so there is no need to make dad angry.

"Well, listen to daddy. No matter what, daddy will not harm you." Lin Canglang gently stroked the back of Lin Xian'er's head, "Go and be careful along the way."

Lin Xian'er nodded, "Dad, that Xian'er is gone!"

Lin Canglang watched Lin Xian'er gradually walk away, with a burst of anger in his eyes, "Ling Feng, what qualifications do you have to be with my daughter, Lin Cang Lang! Xian'er can only marry a wealthy family in the empire. And you are just a poor boy with no background!"

He took a deep breath and murmured to himself: "Now that this boy's strength has reached the level of Pulse Condensation Realm, it's time to close the net. Duanmu Qingshan, the author of "Moving Flowers and Burying Jade Sword" Sword Sutra, you can’t hide it after all, hahaha…”

He had already thought that as long as he threatened Ling Feng with the antidote to the golden silkworm poison, he would naturally have no choice but to obediently hand over the "Sword Book" secret book passed to him by Duanmu Qingshan.

As for the connection between Ling Feng and the eldest lady of the Cangqiong Sect, he thought about it carefully. Ling Feng and Yue Yunlan were just ordinary friends at best.

After the matter is completed, Ling Feng can be imprisoned for three to five years. If Miss Yue doesn't think of this friend, she can just kill him.

"The Book of Moving Flowers and Burying Jade Swords is a secret that has not been passed down from the ancient sect Yihua Palace. It is even related to the secret of a treasure house hidden in Yihua Palace. As long as our sect can obtain this object and understand the secrets, Why bother settling in a small place like Wenxian Sect in the future?"

"Duanmu Qingshan, do you think the reason why Master wanted to destroy your family back then was just for a so-called sword manual? I'm afraid even you don't know this secret, hahaha!"

"Old ghost Duanmu, the day you get the "Sword Sutra" will be the day you die!"