The faces of the people of Gale Division darkened.
He Feiyu had shot a few sharpshooters, but he acted like he was doing it for their own good. Everyone was furious.
Feng Ling was arrogant and couldn't help but mock, "So we have to thank you for saving our lives."
"It was nothing. No need to thank me."
He Feiyu had an arrogant look on his face. He said it casually, as if it was really not worth mentioning.
Feng Ling and the others were even angrier. This woman was not polite at all. Did she really think we would thank her?
Feng Ling wanted to say something but was pulled by Feng Yang and glared at by Feng Peng. Only then did he purse his lips unwillingly.
At Feng Peng's signal, the others didn't say anything and hurriedly helped treat the wounds of the sharpshooters.
In a world of ice and snow without a place to rest, excessive bleeding could easily be fatal.
Elder Sang was also called over to cast a spell to help the wounds heal.
Gao Zhengyang ignored the people of Gale Division and said to He Feiyu in the sky, "You are meddling too much."
"This is Master's order." He Feiyu paused and then said proudly, "Even without Master's order, I am meddling. What can you do?"
He Feiyu said with a sneer, "With your lousy shooting skills?"
Speaking of shooting skills, no matter how arrogant Gao Zhengyang was, he knew that he couldn't compare with He Feiyu.
He didn't know why He Feiyu always found him an eyesore. She would mock him every now and then.
This kind of awkward little girl was a little annoying, but considering that she helped to hunt demon beasts every day, it wasn't easy for her.
Moreover, He Feiyu only talked about it and never did anything bad to him behind his back.
Gao Zhengyang didn't take it seriously and would occasionally tease her.
Today, He Feiyu suddenly attacked Gao Zhengyang, which made him a little unhappy.
The people of Gale Division came here mostly to find him.
Both sides had already formed a blood feud, and Gao Zhengyang would never dream of making peace with the other party.
Jue Mie had mentioned twice that he and the Storm Division were old friends.
If Gao Zhengyang wanted to kill someone, he must have a good reason.
Therefore, the reason why Gao Zhengyang killed Feng Kuang in one move was to infuriate Feng Peng.
As long as they dared to besiege him, he could justifiably kill all of them.
Unfortunately, He Feiyu also said that this was Jue Mie's idea.
Gao Zhengyang suppressed the killing intent in his heart and smiled at He Feiyu. "It's boring to compete in archery. If you can defeat me in close combat, I'll call you sister."
"Pfft." He Feiyu's mouth was full of disdain, but his face was a little moved. She rolled her eyes, thought for a moment, and then said with slight annoyance, "You want to take the opportunity to get close to me? In your dreams."
He Feiyu had red phoenix eyes. When she pouted, her eyes moved, and there was an indescribable charm in them.
Gao Zhengyang and He Feiyu were clearly quarreling, but in the eyes of others, they were flirting.
"A pair of bitches." Feng Ling muttered, but did not dare to say it out loud.
Feng Ling was also afraid of angering He Feiyu. In an instant, she shot six arrows, accurately hitting the target at the same time.
This girl's archery was really terrifying.
He Feiyu also knew that what she said was a little ambiguous, and her small face blushed slightly.
She was afraid that others would see through her, so she hurriedly flapped her wings and flew higher.
"These people cannot be killed. Do as you see fit for the rest."
He Feiyu said, and then flew away in a hurry.
"Actually, killing them all would save a lot of trouble."
Gao Zhengyang looked at Feng Peng and the others, and sighed to himself.
He looked like a fatty who saw delicious food, but could not eat it because he was on a diet. His eyes were filled with deep regret.
Feng Peng's face was dark, but he was secretly happy.
The Crane Tribe archery master had left, and this was an opportunity.
Someone had ordered Gao Zhengyang not to kill, but no one had ordered him.
Feng Peng did not believe it. Gao Zhengyang's leg technique was indeed powerful, but so what?
Although a few master archers could not help, but there were so many people in the Storm Tribe, they still could not kill Gao Zhengyang!
Gao Zhengyang looked at Feng Peng's cold and gloomy eyes, and knew what he was thinking.
"Hehe, you still don't want to give up …"
Gao Zhengyang crooked his finger, "Then bring it on. I can also teach you a phrase, 'living is worse than death'. "
Gao Zhengyang's arrogance made Feng Peng hesitate.
The other party was deliberately provoking him, what was he trying to do?
Feng Peng looked at Feng Yang doubtfully, hoping to get some hints from him.
"Father, he is very demonic, it's better not to provoke him."
Feng Yang persuaded bitterly.
After following Gao Zhengyang for a few months, Feng Yang had already been tortured by his endless methods. He no longer had the courage to resist.
In his heart, he had always felt that his father would not be Gao Zhengyang's opponent.
Although Jue Mie did not allow Gao Zhengyang to kill, Gao Zhengyang had too many methods.
Just like what he said, 'living is worse than death', it was definitely not a joke.
Even that master Jue Mie might not be able to defeat Gao Zhengyang.
Feng Yang also had a lot of resentment towards Jue Mie, and in his heart, he had always hoped that Gao Zhengyang would also be able to make Jue Mie suffer a huge loss. Only then would he feel happy.
Hearing Feng Yang's sinister words, Feng Peng had an idea in his heart. His gaze turned and landed on Yue Qingxue.
It seemed that Gao Zhengyang was very concerned about her. If he captured her first, he could at least threaten Gao Zhengyang.
This kind of youngster liked to act on impulse the most.
Feng Peng had an idea, and he quietly walked to Yue Qingxue's side.
Yue Qingxue slightly tilted her head and glanced at Feng Peng, but did not care.
Her indifferent attitude, as if she did not see anything, made Feng Peng a little annoyed.
Gao Zhengyang was like this, He Feiyu was like this, and so was Yue Qingxue.
It seemed that in the eyes of this group of youngsters, he, the dignified leader of the Gale Division, was not worth a penny.
"Gao Zhengyang."
Feng Peng held the hilt of his sword and stood behind Yue Qingxue. He was about to say something threatening, but before he could finish, Elder Sang suddenly ran over.
"Leader Feng, this absolutely cannot be done!"
Elder Sang shouted anxiously and ran to Feng Peng's side in a few steps. His pace was shockingly fast, and there was not a trace of old age or weakness.
Feng Peng's face became even more gloomy. Before Gao Zhengyang and Yue Qingxue could react, this old man suddenly appeared. What was going on in this world?
Ever since they entered this valley, everything had changed.
His son had become stupid. A Level Two kid had killed Feng Kuang with one move, and there was also a love-struck archer of the Crane Tribe. Now, Elder Sang, who was buried up to his neck, was also going crazy!
Feng Peng's patience was reaching its limit. He really wanted to cut this old man down with his sword. But he still swallowed his anger and listened to what this old man had to say!
Elder Sang and Feng Peng's gloomy and vicious eyes met, and he knew something was wrong. The other party was already full of anger and resentment, and was looking for a place to vent it. He suddenly felt guilty.
But this was related to Xiaoyue, so Elder Sang could only bite the bullet and move closer. He whispered, "Leader Feng, I have something to tell you."
Elder Sang lowered his voice. "Xiaoyue's identity is special."
Feng Peng did not say anything. He just looked at Elder Sang coldly, waiting to see what tricks he had to say.
Elder Sang had no choice but to continue. "Xiaoyue's aunt is Yue Ziying."
"Yue Ziying?" Feng Peng was a little confused. The name sounded familiar, but he could not remember who it was.
"It's Lady Ziying Jianyue …" Elder Sang reminded him.
"Hmm." Feng Peng was shocked. Ziying Jianyue was the Guardian Sword King of Yue Nation, and one of the most famous Level Nine Heavenly Swords of the human race.
Feng Peng quickly realized something was wrong. What a joke. Yue Ziying's niece had a noble identity. How could she stay in a ravine like the Tielin Sect?
To put it simply, it was like a divine dragon in the Ninth Heaven raising its child in a mouse hole. This kind of thing was completely impossible.
If it was to hide her identity, how could Elder Sang know Xiaoyue's identity and background?
Even if Yue Ziying had any plans, she should have at least sent two people to guard her. How could she just leave her in a ravine and not care?
If Yue Ziying did not care at all, then it did not matter that Xiaoyue was her niece.
Feng Peng felt that Elder Sang was lying to him. He became more and more angry, but his expression did not change. He said coldly, "You mean we cannot touch Xiaoyue?"
"Yes, if something happens to Xiaoyue, the ten divisions of the Eastern Wilderness will be in trouble."
Elder Sang was old and did not hear anything wrong. He said mysteriously, "This matter is top secret. Chief Feng, please do not tell anyone, uh …"
Before Elder Sang could finish, the sword in Feng Peng's hand had already pierced into his chest.
Feng Peng deliberately exerted force slowly, letting the blade enter Elder Sang's body bit by bit.
The friction of the blade piercing through flesh made Feng Peng feel especially good.
All the depression and resentment were vented through the blade.
The sharp pain made Elder Sang's eyes bulge. Feng Peng's extremely gloomy face became more and more distorted in his eyes.
Elder Sang wanted to curse Feng Peng, this idiot, he would definitely get everyone killed.
But he could not take a breath. Blood kept spurting out of his mouth against his windpipe. He could only struggle in pain, but was unable to get rid of the blade.
"Old man, you deserve to die. The Tielin Sect also deserves to die …"
Feng Peng enjoyed Elder Sang's pain and felt more and more pleased.
The sudden change was also beyond everyone's expectations. Even the people of the Gale Division did not look good.
Gao Zhengyang watched from afar, feeling a little disappointed. The cunning Old Sang always wanted to stand in the safest place. But being a fence-sitter was the easiest way to get into trouble!
When Feng Peng slowly turned the blade, he deliberately looked at Yue Qingxue, wanting to use Elder Sang's death as a deterrent to her.
But he found that Yue Qingxue looked indifferent. Her bright eyes were deep, as if she did not care about Elder Sang's death.
Feng Peng drew his sword and placed it on Yue Qingxue's neck. He said coldly, "Gao Zhengyang, kneel."
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