Shi Weinan gloomily glared at Zhao Feng. Not too long ago, Zhao Feng had caused him to lose all face in front of many worker disciples.
At that time, Shi Weinan had begun to contact his periphery disciples and have them teach Zhao Feng a lesson.
On one hand, he could redeem his own face, and on the other, he could intimidate all the worker disciples.
The long-faced youth was a Rank One Quasi-God, a periphery disciple of the Spiritual Race.
The nearby periphery disciples that had come "out of admiration" saw that the long-faced youth was about to attack, so they stopped talking and waited to watch the show.
"Today, I'll let you experience the power of a periphery disciple!"
The long-faced youth surged with Divine Power as he transformed into a streak of white light and flashed to Zhao Feng's side.
Boom!
The long-faced youth fiercely swung his fist, and a crystalline fist of Divine Power rumbled forward.
"Look! That's Divine Power!"
"A periphery disciple is so strong!"
The surrounding worker disciples stared at the long-faced youth, unable to conceal the envy and awe in their eyes.
Whoosh!
Hisss! Just when the long-faced youth's fist was about to strike Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng's entire body flashed with lightning as he dodged to the side.
"Eh? That brat actually dodged it!"
The muscular man was taken aback.
"Haha, for that brat to dominate the worker disciples, he definitely has some strength!"
A green-skinned man said with a wicked smile.
In his view, Zhao Feng was probably a Quasi-God.
Otherwise, no matter how skilled he was, he would not have been able to dodge the long-faced youth's attack.
Failing his first attack, the long-faced youth immediately swung his fists at Zhao Feng.
There was a massive boom as countless streaks of white light smashed into the crystalline ground, leaving several shallow holes in it.
However, the long-faced youth never managed to land a blow on Zhao Feng.
"Brat, do you only know how to dodge?"
The long-faced youth angrily bellowed.
As a periphery disciple, he had taken the initiative to provoke a worker disciple. If he failed to gain any advantage, what face would he have left to remain a periphery disciple?
"Then I'll fulfill your wish!"
Zhao Feng's eyes focused.
Rumble!
With a loud bang, Zhao Feng flashed directly behind the long-faced youth and punched out.
The long-faced young man was caught off guard and was sent flying several feet away by Zhao Feng's punch, falling heavily to the ground.
Silence reigned. No one had expected that Zhao Feng would defeat a periphery disciple right off the bat.
"You … you ambushed me!"
The long-faced young man blushed and suddenly shouted.
Being defeated by a Odd Job Disciple in one move was too shameful, so he could only say this.
"That's right, it was Zhao Feng who launched a sneak attack. Otherwise, how could he have defeated an outsider!"
Shi Weinan immediately agreed.
Everyone could see that Zhao Feng was too fast. He flashed behind the long-faced youth and then defeated him.
Gradually, everyone was convinced by this reason.
"Brother Chen, Brother Zhao, let's capture this shameless villain together!"
Seeing that the people around him believed his words, the long-faced young man asked the other disciples for help.
Regardless of whether Zhao Feng had launched a sneak attack or not, the power of the punch just now was very strong. Therefore, the long-faced young man believed that he was no match for Zhao Feng.
However, no matter what method he used, he had to defeat Zhao Feng today!
"Alright!"
The green-skinned young man responded and directly rushed down.
"Hmph, a mere Odd Job Disciple dares to be so arrogant!"
The burly young man shouted and pressed down on Zhao Feng like a huge mountain.
The two of them had long disliked Zhao Feng. Now that Zhao Feng had defeated the long-faced young man, who was also a periphery disciple like them, they were even more displeased.
"Three periphery disciples attacked at the same time!"
A Odd Job Disciple exclaimed.
No matter how strong Zhao Feng was, he should have been defeated this time.
There were some periphery disciples nearby who felt a little embarrassed when they saw this scene. They lowered their heads and prepared to leave.
It was too embarrassing for three periphery disciples to attack a Odd Job Disciple.
In their view, Zhao Feng's defeat was assured, so there was no need to keep watching.
However, before they could leave, they heard a few shrill screams.
What surprised them was that this scream seemed to come from a familiar periphery disciple.
Zhao Feng moved like a bolt of lightning, weaving back and forth in the encirclement of the three.
Bang!
With one punch, the long-faced young man was sent flying again.
With another punch, the burly young man fell to the ground.
And then there was the final punch!
The three periphery disciples were all slumped to the ground.
At this moment, everyone was frozen to the spot, their eyes filled with shock.
This included the three periphery disciples that Zhao Feng had defeated, all of them in disbelief.
Of the three, two were Rank One Quasi-Gods and one was a Rank One True God.
To be able to so easily defeat the three of them, one had to be a top-class Rank Two Quasi-God at the very least. But how could Zhao Feng possess such strength?
While they were still in shock, Zhao Feng moved, walking toward the long-faced youth.
"No …!"
The long-faced youth was just about to say something when he saw Zhao Feng's foot kick at him.
He wanted to block, but he was powerless to do so. The mountainous weight of the kick sent him flying back several dozen feet before he came to a stop.
Zhao Feng then walked up to the burly youth and gave him another kick, shattering many of his bones.
Finally, Zhao Feng arrived in front of the green-skinned youth.
"You dare? You dare to injure me? Don't you know my cousin … ah! "
The green-skinned youth had a sinister expression as he threatened Zhao Feng, but Zhao Feng's foot continued to press down on him.
After this kick, Zhao Feng kicked him again. Only when the hatred in the youth's eyes disappeared did Zhao Feng stop.
"Now you can scram!"
Zhao Feng coldly barked.
The surrounding worker disciples immediately scattered, and the periphery disciples left.
The surroundings of Zhao Feng's room finally quieted down.
"This won't do. As a worker disciple, there's no privacy to speak of!"
Zhao Feng's eyes were silent.
While he was cultivating, the Divine Senses of these Quasi-Gods and True Gods had recklessly swept through his room.
If these people's Divine Senses were just a little stronger, they might have been able to discover the secret of Zhao Feng's Spacetime Robe.
"It's time to use a few tricks!"
Zhao Feng softly muttered.
Zhao Feng then walked toward Attendant Liu's palace.
At this moment, Attendant Liu was standing at the door, his expression dignified as he gazed at Zhao Feng.
"You shouldn't have injured periphery disciples, especially that Zhao Hongyi!"
Attendant Liu coldly rebuked.
Although Zhao Feng's performance just now was astonishing, Zhao Feng had injured these periphery disciples, so they would definitely come back.
The Zhao Hongyi that Attendant Liu spoke of was that green-skinned youth, his cousin, an outstanding inner disciple.
The highest level of the Spiritual Race disciples was the core disciples. These people usually had the Spiritual Race bloodline or were extremely outstanding geniuses of their factions.
Below them were the inner disciples. Although the inner disciples were not as strong as the core disciples, some of the inner disciples were even stronger than the core disciples.
Deacon Liu originally wanted to promote Zhao Feng to a periphery disciple in a few months, but it looked like that was impossible now.
"Haaa, I also had no choice. If I didn't beat them back, the three of them might have killed me!"
Zhao Feng revealed a helpless expression as his golden eye stared at Attendant Liu, a violet-gold mist rising from it.
A moment later, a hint of confusion appeared in Attendant Liu's eyes, and when he looked at Zhao Feng again, there was a hint of pity in his eyes.
"Attendant Liu, I want to become a periphery disciple. Only then will I have the power to protect myself and not cause you any trouble!"
As Zhao Feng stared at Attendant Liu, the mist in his left eye thickened. A profound Soul energy began to seep into Attendant Liu's mind.
Attendant Liu was just an attendant in charge of managing the worker disciples. He was only a Rank Two True God, so he was powerless against Zhao Feng's illusions.
Of course, Zhao Feng was only confusing and guiding Attendant Liu. He did not completely control him in order to avoid being discovered.
"Mm, that's all I can do!"
Attendant Liu nodded his head.
"Many thanks, Attendant Liu!"
Zhao Feng smiled as he left the palace and returned to his hut.
As expected, the news that Zhao Feng had defeated periphery disciples quickly spread through the Spiritual Race.
Some periphery disciples almost charged over to kill Zhao Feng.
But when they learned that Zhao Feng had easily defeated three periphery disciples, they fell silent.
Perhaps only the top three periphery disciples could deal with Zhao Feng.
Not long after, an even more astonishing piece of news began to spread among the periphery disciples.
"This month, Zhao Feng was promoted to periphery disciple!"
Many periphery disciples were discussing how to deal with Zhao Feng, because the Spiritual Race would not care about the life or death of a worker disciple.
But now, Zhao Feng had become a periphery disciple!
As this matter grew larger and larger, it finally attracted the attention of quite a few inner disciples.
Among the inner disciples, more than seventy percent of the male disciples were Zhao Yufei's pursuers.
A person who, in order to pursue Zhao Yufei, had not hesitated to become a worker disciple and then worked hard to become a periphery disciple. This naturally aroused their interest.
One day, Zhao Feng moved to the periphery disciple residence.
Periphery disciples had their own palace, and the Heaven Earth Yuan Qi here was more than twice as dense as in the worker disciple area.
Only by becoming a periphery disciple could one truly be considered a member of the Spiritual Race and receive its protection.
"It's this person who defeated three periphery disciples!"
"He should be a genius from another faction of the Ziling Zone. In order to pursue Zhao Yufei, he was willing to become a worker disciple. With his strength, it's not strange for him to be promoted to periphery disciple!"
Some nearby periphery disciples commented on Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng ignored these people and walked towards his palace.
At this time, cries of surprise came from in front of Zhao Feng.
"Big Brother Pan Hao!"
"How come Big Brother Pan Hao has the time to come here?"
Many of the periphery disciples greeted a young man respectfully.
Zhao Feng looked over. This person was dressed in the robes of an inner disciple. His nose was rather flat, his eyes and mouth were rather large, and his skin was glossy. He looked somewhat comical.
This inner disciple called Pan Hao stared at Zhao Feng as he slowly walked over.
"You must be that Zhao Feng!"
Pan Hao put on an expression of great interest in Zhao Feng and directly asked.
"I've just become a periphery disciple, and an inner disciple is already looking for me?"
Zhao Feng was somewhat surprised.
In the Spiritual Race, the status of an inner disciple was extremely high. Zhao Feng had just become a periphery disciple, so he did not want to cause too much of a ruckus.
But if an inner disciple really wanted to attack him, Zhao Feng would not be polite.
"Haha, boy, you're really interesting. Bold and crazy enough. I, Pan Hao, am ashamed of my inferiority!"
Pan Hao suddenly laughed, praise in his eyes.
Zhao Feng was startled. This situation was different from what he had imagined.
The nearby periphery disciples also thought that Pan Hao had come to make trouble for Zhao Feng, but when they heard this, their jaws dropped.
Pan Hao followed Zhao Feng to Zhao Feng's new residence.
"Although I admire your boldness and courage, you have no hope of pursuing Zhao Yufei!"
Pan Hao straightforwardly said, his tone serious and without any hint of mockery.
"You don't know, but almost all the outstanding inner disciples of the Spiritual Race pursue Zhao Yufei. Of course, they also don't have the chance. The only people who truly have a chance of obtaining Zhao Yufei are the core disciples. That's right, I heard that you crippled Zhao Hongyi, and his cousin is an outstanding inner disciple with a Rank Four True God cultivation …"
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