"You two dog slaves! Turn around and look at who I am! "
Right now, Qin Feng had already awakened the Dragon Vein of the 6th Profound Dragon Sword, and had become a 2nd Grade Sword Master. Today, he was going to display his prowess in the Sword Testing Grounds.
He didn't act like before, saying that there was a mysterious person in front of him to scare the two disciples of the Qin family. Instead, his words were as deafening as thunder, reverberating throughout the entire prison.
Recalling the humiliation and scolding that the two disciples had thrown at him as they walked through the corridors of the prison, his heart burned with rage as he roared, "I, Qin Feng, am telling you. From today onwards, I, Qin Feng, am no longer a Sword Slave that you can slaughter as you please. As long as anyone dares to humiliate me, Qin Feng, or look down on me, Qin Feng, I will use the sword in my hand to annihilate him!"
The two disciples heard the angry roar from behind them, and their eyes were filled with terror as they murmured in a low voice, "Senior Brother, this must be the vengeful spirit of Qin Feng. He must have been a Sword Slave for three years, and was even killed in secret. Although he died, his heart was filled with unwillingness!"
In the entire Qin family, not only would they not believe that the living Qin Feng would say such hot-blooded words, everyone in the Qin family wouldn't believe it.
Because Qin Feng had been a Sword Slave for three years in the Qin family, and could only endure the beatings. He had never once said a word of resistance.
"If you don't turn around, I will personally tear off your dog heads and feed them to the dogs!"
Under the roar of Qin Feng, the two disciples were so frightened that their legs trembled. Their faces were pale as they slowly turned around. Their heads were lowered, and they didn't dare to look at Qin Feng.
In their hearts, they all thought that Qin Feng had already been killed by Qin Wentian's men, and the one standing in front of them right now was only Qin Feng's soul.
The two disciples were in a daze, unceasingly kowtowing to Qin Feng and begging for mercy, "Young Master Qin Feng, Qin Feng, for every grievance there is a perpetrator, for every debt there is a debtor. It wasn't us who harmed you, it was Qin Wentian who sent people to kill you. Please spare us!"
"Young Master Qin Feng, Young Master Qin Feng, as long as you let us go, when we go back, we'll definitely burn a lot of gold ingots for you, and we'll burn a big house for you. No, we'll burn ten or even a hundred beautiful women for Young Master Qin Feng! We only hope that Young Master Qin Feng can spare us! "
"Yes! As long as Young Master Qin Feng is willing to spare us, we will not only burn beautiful women for Young Master Qin Feng, but we will also burn many servants for Young Master Qin Feng! And burn … "
Hearing the two disciples talking about burning gold ingots, burning a big house, and burning beautiful women, Qin Feng coldly snorted, interrupting the words of one of the disciples. He roared in anger, "Open your dog eyes and see if I'm the vengeful soul you're talking about!"
As the sound of his voice faded, seeing that the two disciples still didn't dare to raise their heads, Qin Feng punched out, landing two punches on the faces of the two disciples.
"Ouch!"
"Senior Brother, it's really painful. So it turns out that this trash didn't die!"
The two disciples' faces were punched by Qin Feng, and when they felt the pain, they immediately stood up.
At this moment, after knowing that Qin Feng wasn't dead, the two disciples who had been lowering their heads all this while, not only lifted them up, they even lifted their heads to the heavens. The fear in their eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a deep sense of anger, as well as disdain for Qin Feng.
These two disciples were Qin Wentian's trusted disciples, and they were both second-grade sword masters.
At this point, even though they knew that Qin Feng had beaten up Qin Ming and Qin Bai, they didn't feel the slightest bit of fear towards Qin Feng. They only felt contempt and anger towards Qin Feng.
"You, Qin Feng Sword Slave, how dare you pretend to be dead to scare me. Immediately kneel down and apologize to me. If not, I will decapitate you!"
"Qin Feng Sword Slave, are you deaf? Didn't you hear Senior Brother tell you to kneel down and apologize? "
The two disciples were very aggressive, and they didn't care about Qin Feng at all.
"Really? Are you going to be like the two of you, kowtowing and begging for mercy? "
Seeing that Qin Feng's face didn't change, and his tone was filled with disdain, the two disciples angrily shouted at him.
"Qin Feng, stop acting like a Young Master. Don't act like a young master anymore. That was three years ago, and it has already become history. Now, you're just a sword slave that can be trampled on by anyone, nothing more! "
"Qin Feng, do you know why there is a Sword Slave? That is because there is a good-for-nothing existence like you in this world. That is why there is a name for trash like you! "
"Senior Brother! Don't waste your breath on this Sword Slave. Just now, he was trying to scare us. It is time for us to show our power! "
"Qin Feng, you Sword Slave, are you not going to kneel and beg for mercy? I will beat you until you are rolling on the ground. Let's see if your trash is harder, or if my fists are harder! "
Qin Feng coldly glanced at them and coldly said, "Kneel, is it? I didn't see clearly how you kneeled. Why don't you show I again? "
"You're just a Sword Slave. What qualifications do you have to talk big in front of a second grade Swordmaster like me?"
The disciple who was called Junior Brother didn't draw his sword. Instead, he punched at Qin Feng with his bare hands.
The Senior Brother, on the other hand, had a leisurely appearance with his hands on his waist. In his mind, a single Junior Brother was enough to deal with a mere Qin Feng.
At this point, the Senior Brother said with relish, "Junior Brother, don't kill this trash with one punch. Let me experience what it feels like to beat and kill a Great Swordmaster!"
In fact, not only did the Senior Brother think so, but the Junior Brother also thought so. The Junior Brother who punched at Qin Feng said with a face full of pride, "Don't worry, Senior Brother. I will definitely let you have a taste of beating a Great Swordmaster and a Young Master!"
With a bang, the Junior Brother's fist was only a hair's breadth away from Qin Feng.
At this moment, Qin Feng's figure flashed. The tip of the wooden sword in his hand slashed on the ground and drew the sword.
Swoosh!
The wooden sword in Qin Feng's hand was like a hurricane.
It flashed in front of the Junior Brother's eyes.
Bang!
The hilt of the wooden sword bounced on the Junior Brother's face.
The Junior Brother was forced back seven to eight steps before he managed to stabilize himself. Both his hands were holding onto the spot where Qin Feng's wooden sword struck his face. It was already swollen, and his flesh was injured from the impact, dripping with blood.
How could the Junior Brother, who was injured by Qin Feng, give up so easily? He immediately walked in front of Qin Feng angrily and said, "Qin Feng, Sword Slave, how dare you sneak attack me!"
After saying that, the Junior Brother grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist. His eyes were full of murderous intent and he shouted angrily, "Qin Feng, you trash. How dare you sneak attack me? I will let you know the consequences of sneak attacking me!"
Qin Feng's eyes were full of spirit and burst out rays of cold light. He snorted coldly and said, "Humph! Sneak attack, you despicable person, let I sneak attack you! "
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