Chapter 126: The Wolf's Lair Strife

  Yan Nan and Dugu Xia were among those who got injured in the previous battle, but with a Qi Refiner in their team, external injuries were easily resolved. Lin's suggestion received unanimous approval from everyone.

  Yan Nan and the red skirted girl stayed behind to protect Bai Su, while Qin Yun and the other two tracked down Yan Lang as he navigated through the black rock pillars. Before long, they discovered a wolf's den hidden among the rocks.

  The den of this pack of Flame Wolves was extremely well hidden, the entrance was between two huge boulders, if not for seeing a dozen or so Flame Wolves hastily retreating into it, it would be hard to imagine that there was actually another world inside.

  "Come quickly, we've found the wolf's den!" Lin shouted loudly, his voice filled with excitement.

  Apart from being excited, he was also directing the three companions behind him. As long as they blocked the entrance, not a single Flame Wolf Beast inside would be able to escape.

  But who would have thought that as soon as Lin's words fell, six or seven figures swiftly flew over and stopped near the entrance of the wolf's den.

  These people are not members of the six-person squad, but another team with three inner door disciples!

  They must have heard the commotion nearby and rushed over, coincidentally discovering the location of the wolf's den at the same time.

  The atmosphere on the scene suddenly became somewhat subtle, with both sides staring at each other, neither of whom intended to back down.

  Lin surname Shixiong hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said: "Everyone, this wolf's den was discovered by us first. We just killed a lot of Flame Wolves earlier. Since we all happened to meet here, why not work together..."

  According to the unwritten rules of Huo Long Dong, in order to avoid internal strife, a good place like Lang Xue's was controlled by whoever discovered it first. Others could try to get a share, but they couldn't fight for it.

  However, unspoken rules are just that - if one party's power later surpasses the other, the rules may not apply.

  The newly emerged team has seven members, all of whom are swordsmen. The three inner disciples leading the team have reached the eighth and ninth heavens, their strength far surpassing that of Qin Yun and the others.

  It was precisely because of his apprehension about the other's strength that Lin surname senior brother took the initiative to invite him, in order to avoid a fight between fellow disciples.

  But before he could finish, a disciple with an arrogant face interrupted him: "I am Feng Wuji of the Heavenly Peak, we're taking over this den, you'd better leave on your own!"

  Arrogant and overbearing, without leaving any room for emotions, Dugu Xia was also a very proud person. However, compared to this self-proclaimed inner sect disciple, he was absolutely overshadowed.

  This inner disciple named Feng Wujie had his own capital, apart from the six companions with decent strength, he himself was a martial artist who had achieved great success in refining his Qi, only one step away from entering the Xiantian realm.

  The strength of just one person is enough to crush Qin Yun and his three companions.

  His companions looked at Lin with disdain, each face revealing a sneer, and several of them intentionally or unintentionally moved closer to the entrance of the wolf's den, openly showing their intention to take advantage of their power to rob him, completely disregarding any fraternal courtesy!

  The Tiancheng Sword Sect has hundreds of thousands of disciples, with five major vice-peaks filled with talented individuals. Although the sect is flourishing and admired by the nine states, the internal power struggles have never ceased, and many disciples rely on their backing forces to bully and oppress their fellow sect members repeatedly.

  Feng Wujie was only in his early twenties and was one of the young elites at Jie Tian Peak, how could he possibly put Qin Yun and others in his eyes!

  At this time, Yan Nan and the red skirted girl escorted Bai Su over.

  The three of them soon understood the situation and couldn't help but look at each other in dismay, unsure of what to do next.

  Seeing that his side was steadily gaining the upper hand and suppressing the morale of Qin Yun's team, Feng Wujie became even more arrogant. He smiled at Bai Su and said: "This junior sister, our team is currently lacking a Qi Refining Master. Why don't you join us? I guarantee you'll get a good share of benefits!"

  His companions burst out laughing: "That's right, that's right! Junior sister, join our team and we'll definitely take good care of you!"

  "With them few, what can they achieve? We have Wind Big Brother here, nothing to worry about!"

  "And you, Red Dress Sister, come along too!"

  Their playful teasing made Lin and the others turn pale with rage, while Bai Su frowned in disgust and turned her head to ignore them.

  Dugu Xiaoniu could no longer bear it, and with one hand pressing down on the hilt of his sword, he said loudly: "Are you not going to speak reasonably?"

  "Make sense?"

  Feng Wujie's face revealed a seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling expression, his gaze at Dugu Xia arrogant to the extreme: "My sword is my reason, if you want to argue then go argue with my sword!"

  Clang!

  The long sword was drawn out of its scabbard and held upright in front of his chest, Feng Wujie stretched out his hand, bent his fingers and plucked the sword, immediately a clear and melodious dragon's hum sounded.

  His sword was slightly wider than a normal longsword, with an added length of five inches. The body of the sword shone with a subtle beauty, like a tranquil autumn lake. The golden sword tip quivered uncertainly, as if an invisible force was suddenly pressing down on Dugu Xia.

  The sword is the swordsman's life. Having a good sword can make the swordsman like a tiger with wings added. The long sword in Feng Wuji's hand is absolutely not an ordinary product, at least it belongs to the spiritual sword!

  "Good!"

  "Brother Feng said it so well!"

  "Haha, if you want to reason, go reason with Brother Wind's sword! I'm just afraid you're not brave enough!"

  Feng Wuji's companions applauded and laughed loudly, looking at Dugu Xia's face with a smug expression as it turned bright red.

  "Don't say I'm bullying the weak" Feng Wujie slanted his gaze and sneered, "As long as you can withstand my ten sword strikes without losing, I'll let you have this wolf's den!"

  This is really too much!

  Dugu Xia, enraged, disregarded the gap in strength between them and raised his long sword to counterattack against the provocation.

  But his shoulder was pressed down by a powerful hand, stopping his impulse.

  "Let me!"

  Qin Yun didn't know when he stood beside him.

  Dugu Xia's lips moved a few times, and he retreated two steps without resistance.

  If it were when he had just come out of Huo Long Dong, he would have absolutely reacted differently.

  However, after the battle with Yan Lang, Qin Yun can be said to have saved his life. With Dugu Xia's pride and arrogance, he had to admit that he was indeed inferior to Qin Yun.

  Even if his strength boundary is higher than Qin Yun by a heavy day.

  Qin Yun said faintly into the wind: "Jie Tian Feng Wu Ji is it? I'll take your ten swords!"

  "Who?"

  Feng Wujie's eyes revealed a strange expression, surprise, ridicule, incredulity but more of contempt.

  "When did new disciples become so charismatic?"

  "Are you scared?" Qin Yun smiled and said: "If you're scared, then get out of here!"

  Feng Wujie's face suddenly changed, his eyes becoming extremely ferocious, like a fierce beast ready to pounce on its prey.

  His companions were all stunned, and then they shouted like a nest of wasps that had been poked: "Damn you, what are you, dare to speak to our Brother Feng like that!"

  "Feng big brother, teach him a good lesson and let him know what happens when you don't show respect to your senior!"

  "Brother Feng, don't you move a muscle, I'll take care of him!"

  Everyone felt amused and angry. Qin Yun was just a new junior disciple, yet he dared to be so arrogant with his cultivation at the sixth heaven of Qi Refining.

  Several disciples clenched their fists and rubbed their palms, eager to rush up and give Qin Yun a few slaps.

  Lin surname Shixiong and Yan Nan et al. looked at each other in dismay, seeing worry in each other's eyes.

  The girl in red skirt whispered: "Forget it, let's just give it to them, let's go."

  She spoke in a very soft voice, and only Bai Su heard it, but Bai Su's expression didn't change.

  Feng Wujie let out a cold hum, his gaze at Qin Yun growing even colder: "Alright! As long as you can withstand my ten swords, we'll leave immediately. If you can't..."

  "He licked his lips: 'A knife has no eyes; if you get hurt, don't blame me!'"

  Fighting among fellow disciples is a taboo in the sect, but if it's a voluntary trial of strength between two parties, usually as long as no one dies, the sect won't interfere.

  But anyone can see that Feng Wuji has already made up his mind to kill, and ten swords will be enough to decide life and death!

  Can Qin Yun take ten swords?

  Lin surname Shixiong and Yan Nan et al had no confidence at all, because the gap in strength between the two sides was right here.

  Although Qin Yun performed extremely well in the previous battle, Feng Wujie is absolutely not on the same level as a few or even ten Flame Wolves.

  Feng Wujie waved his hand and his companions immediately dispersed to the left and right, clearing out a sufficient distance.

  "Qin Yun, be careful!" Dugu Xia gritted her teeth and retreated to one side with Yan Nan and the others.

  He made up his mind that if Qin Yun couldn't hold on, he would risk his life to rescue him and repay the debt of gratitude for saving his life!

  Qin Yun and Feng Wuji stood facing each other, ten steps apart.

  "This sword of mine is called Silver Radiance. Since entering the Sword Sect, I have defeated thirty-seven opponents and beheaded five Wu tribe warriors. Within the same rank, there has never been a hand that can defeat me!"

  Feng Wujie stretched out his left hand and gently stroked the sword, as if tenderly comforting a lover. His tone was filled with an unspoken pride: "I'll give you three moves, I absolutely won't counterattack!"

  Those companions of Feng Wuji were stirred with enthusiasm and admiration as they gazed at his eyes filled with reverence.

  "Brother Feng is indeed Brother Feng! I'm truly convinced!"

  "Look at that kid, how many moves can he take? I bet three moves, as long as Brother Feng makes a move, he'll be defeated within three moves!"

  "Three moves? You're overestimating that kid, Brother Feng. If he uses the move 'Sword Shattering the Heavens', just one move would be enough! What do you want to bet on?"

  Both sides drew their swords, eyes fixed on each other as battle was about to erupt.

  Qin Yun suddenly spoke up and said: "I don't need you to give me three moves, wait a minute"

  Wait? Everyone was stunned.

  The wind was blowing strongly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a cold smile. He shook his head and said, "What are you waiting for? If you're afraid now, it's still not too late to admit defeat and leave!"

  "Wait until I get promoted first"

  Qin Yun's answer left everyone stunned: "A realm of heavy heaven!"

  As soon as the words fell, Qin Yun suddenly took a step forward, and the leather boots landed on the ground, splitting the rocks into four or five pieces.

  His body suddenly rose up, his muscles bulged out, his hair stood straight up, and the joints of his whole body burst into a crisp crackling sound due to the impact of his surging energy, and his face instantly turned bright red.

  Scorching breath burst out from Qin Yun's body and rapidly spread in all directions!