Chapter 179 The Road Is Not Built by Your Family

Hearing Fu Qing's words, Zhou Xuanqing said lightly: "I don't know."

With his cultivation, how could he not see Mo Qingkuang's first-grade master wind spirit body? In terms of speed, these children are nothing in front of him.

But considering that the Sword Emperor Qin Wufeng is right next to him, it is not good to belittle the disciples of Yuanjian Sect too much, so he just said it vaguely.

Unexpectedly, Fu Qing's face was happy when he heard it: "It's better not to know! The unknown is attractive. How about it? Bet? Don't make it big, just bet on a heaven-level martial art."

"Old Qin, I like the Cantian Sword of your Yuanjian Sect very much. Take it out and bet with the Withered and Flourishing Finger of our Imperial College?"

Qin Wufeng's face was ashen, and he said unhappily: "Don't think that I don't know the wind spirit body of your Imperial College. Do I need to guess it?"

He was still very confident in the sword control of Yuanjian Sect, but he had no choice but to face Mo Qingkuang who had a wind spirit body.

Fu Qing, this shameless guy, could actually say such a thing. Isn't it obvious that he wants to cheat him of the Heaven-level martial arts of Yuanjian Sect?

Knowing that he can't win, he still accepts the challenge. Do you think I, Qin Wufeng, am a fool?

Hearing Qin Wufeng call him "this seat", Fu Qing suddenly raised his palm and pretended to hit him: "Who are you talking to? Huh? Flattering and snoring, you are rebellious!"

Qin Wufeng almost shuddered when he saw this. How could this bastard turn his face so easily? What's wrong with me, a great martial emperor, calling myself this seat?

For Fu Qing, the battle at Luoye King's Mausoleum a year ago, the continuous Zhantian swordsmanship really left him with a psychological shadow.

If he wasn't in Yunxiao Temple and had Zhou Xuanqing's protection, Qin Wufeng would probably run away on the spot.

Zhou Xuanqing was so angry that his beard didn't blow up when he saw this. Fu Qing was getting more and more arrogant, but he and others couldn't do anything to him alone.

If several people teamed up to beat him up, it would be a shame if the news got out, and he would be a piece of meat on a rolling knife.

He immediately got angry and said, "Stop arguing! Can you be a little more like a teacher? The children are watching!"

Seeing the host's anger, Fu Qing also restrained himself a little and whispered, "Then, let's bet on a ground-level, ground-level is fine."

"Get lost!" Qin Wufeng snorted coldly.

Still not giving up! Ground-level, I won't bet with you even if it's a copper coin!

Neither of them wanted to pay attention to him, so Fu Qing had to shake his head in dismay and give up.

The people on the ladder had already climbed a long distance.

Among them, the fastest Lu Feng had even climbed half of the way, surpassing Chen Kong by nearly a thousand steps.

Seeing Lu Feng so powerful, the disciples of Yuanjian Sect also rushed forward like chicken blood, and faintly surpassed the posture of the large army of the Imperial College.

Along the way, Chen Kong, who kept mocking the Imperial College, was just lucky and won a move against Lu Feng by taking advantage of the terrain.

And Mo Qingkuang was not worthy of his reputation. What he called the fastest in the contemporary era was just the self-praise of the scumbags in the Imperial College.

The ridicule of Yuan Jianzong made the students of the Imperial College feel uncomfortable.

Originally, we were watching a fool perform, but who knew that these fools would scold you, the audience, as fools. Who can stand this?

In my heart, I hope that Mo Qingkuang will stop strolling. You don’t need to use all your strength, just walk fast, okay?

It’s very uncomfortable to bet on the mouths of these fools.

As if he felt the intentions of his fellow apprentices, Li Sheng said to Mo Qingkuang, who was strolling beside him, a little breathlessly: "Hey, don’t follow me, people are pointing at your nose and scolding you."

At first, Li Sheng was a little contemptuous and jealous of Mo Qingkuang, and even wanted to become famous by stepping on him.

Later, Mo Qingkuang not only slapped him in the face, but now his strength far surpassed his.

He regarded Mo Qingkuang as an enemy, but he didn't even look at him.

They were not opponents of the same level, and Li Sheng also saw it. This kind of prodigy was not something he could deal with, so he should let people of the same level compete with him.

Therefore, the resentment towards Mo Qingkuang was slightly reduced. After all, Mo Qingkuang would definitely be a pillar of Tianxuan in the future, and his Li family had been important officials of Tianxuan for generations. The two were not mortal enemies.

After listening to Li Sheng's words, Mo Qingkuang also nodded.

The disciples of Yuanjian Sect were really annoying, and they were so noisy that he could hear them from a distance.

They actually said that he, Mo Qingkuang, was not worthy of his name! When had he, Young Master Mo, ever suffered such grievances?

He wanted to be low-key, but in return he was scolded and ridiculed by them.

Mo Qingkuang was furious, and his body moved. Li Sheng only felt a trance in front of him, and Mo Qingkuang disappeared.

The afterimage wrapped in the green halo surpassed Chen Kong in the blink of an eye, and rushed to Lu Feng in a few breaths like an arrow from a bow.

Lu Feng, who was originally comfortable and relaxed, was thinking happily about how to taunt Chen Kong when he rushed to the top of the mountain first to avenge the humiliation of the Fallen Leaf King's Mausoleum.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew by his side, and there was a strange person in front of him, right in front of him, with the green wind element spinning under his feet to float him forward.

But the person was very slow, and just blocked his way.

Seeing that he was about to hit him, Lu Feng hurriedly controlled the flying sword to stop, and his face was gloomy and he shouted: "Don't block the way!"

Mo Qingkuang turned around and smiled gently: "I didn't block you, I go my way, you go your way, it has nothing to do with each other, right?"

"Mo Qingkuang!" Lu Feng got angry when he saw Mo Qingkuang's face. Of course, he knew in his heart that Mo Qingkuang was here to make trouble for him.

He was also quite surprised by the speed at which he was suddenly overtaken. It turned out that the title of being the fastest of his generation was not in vain.

"Hmph, stay away if you know what's good for you!" Lu Feng snorted coldly, and changed his path with his long sword.

But he saw Mo Qingkuang's body appear in front of him again, floating slowly, not much faster than ordinary people walking.

"What the hell do you mean! Are you looking for death!" Lu Feng was furious. Mo Qingkuang was clearly blocking him on purpose.

"It doesn't mean anything." Mo Qingkuang looked innocent, "This road is so wide, why did Senior Brother Lu insist on walking behind me?"

What do you mean I must walk behind you? It's obviously you who insisted on blocking me in front.

Lu Feng gritted his teeth: "The road is so wide, then get out of my way!"

If it wasn't for the fact that fighting was not allowed during this mountain climbing, Lu Feng would have wanted to chop Mo Qingkuang in two with a sword.

If a fight really broke out here, not to mention whether Fu Qing would take advantage of it, it would also be difficult for the owner, Yunxiao Temple, to lose face.

"You didn't build the road, why do you care where I go?" Mo Qingkuang rolled his eyes in disdain, not moved at all.

Lu Feng was so anxious that he turned around and saw that Chen Kong, who had been left behind by him, was gradually approaching. He could vaguely see Chen Kong's figure approaching rapidly.

Lu Feng no longer entangled with Mo Qingkuang and changed direction again to prepare to set off.