With this thought, Qing Fengzi could not help but be alert. Just when he was about to ask what was going on, a fat man suddenly jumped out from under the broken iron bell. As soon as he appeared, he immediately ran towards Qing Fengzi, crying, "Master, help! These guys have killed dozens of people in Qingfeng Temple! They want to kill me to silence me!"
The four foundation-building monks were shocked when they saw Xiao Pang suddenly appear. After hearing what he said, they were almost angry to death. They thought, "There are less than ten people in your Qingfeng Temple, including you. Where did you get dozens of people for us to kill?"
Qingfengzi was also very surprised when he heard it, so he was stunned at first, but he immediately understood that Xiaopang must have said this on purpose, with the purpose of deepening the guilt of this group of people and making it easier for revenge in the future.
Moreover, Qingfengzi was deceived by Xiaopang's pitiful appearance, thinking that he had suffered a great injustice. He had only one nephew, and originally wanted to send him to Qingfeng Temple to let him take advantage of it, but now he was chased by four monks and beaten so miserably. This made Qingfengzi very angry, and his face instantly turned livid.
Without any nonsense, Qingfengzi raised his hand and a green sword light dozens of feet long appeared out of thin air. Like an agile dragon, it slashed towards the four cultivators fiercely.
At the same time, Qing Fengzi grabbed Xiao Pang with his other hand and protected him. He also cast a wood-based healing spell on him, which made Xiao Pang, who was not seriously injured, feel refreshed. This action touched Xiao Pang deeply. This was the first time he felt the protection and love from his elders since his parents died. This great sense of happiness made Xiao Pang's eyes red, and he almost cried.
Xiaopang was deeply moved by Qingfengzi, but the four foundation-building cultivators on the opposite side were in bad luck. They had just gone through a fierce battle, and their spiritual energy was almost exhausted. Now they were attacked by a master whose cultivation was even higher than theirs, and they immediately felt very exhausted.
The monk holding the fan casually dealt with the attack for a few times, then he realized that it was hopeless and shouted, "Go!" Then he made a feint and ran away. The other three did not dare to delay and they rode their flying swords to escape.
Qingfengzi didn't let them go and tried to chase them, but was stopped by Xiaopang behind him.
"Uncle Master, don't chase after a desperate enemy!" Xiaopang was worried that Uncle Master would suffer a loss alone. After all, there were four people on the other side. Although each of them was not as good as Qingfengzi, their combined strength was still above Qingfengzi. If Xiaopang had not consumed too much spiritual energy, it would be hard to say who would win today! Especially the monk holding the fan had the dragon head cannon in his hand, which was a powerful weapon! If Qingfengzi was hit by carelessness, he would definitely be skinned alive if not dead. Xiaopang finally found an elder who loved and cared for him, so he naturally didn't want him to take risks.
But Qing Fengzi said angrily: "Don't pull me, today I must let these bastards know the consequences of bullying my children!"
"Uncle Master, Uncle Master!" Xiaopang quickly grabbed him and said, "My nephew is fine, it's just a loss of a piece of clothing. They should be from the Mechanical Sect. The monk can escape, but the temple cannot. We should quickly notify the sect so that we can settle the accounts with them!"
"Yeah!" Qingfengzi's expression eased a little when he heard that Xiaopang was fine. He looked at Xiaopang carefully again and found that he looked very good, especially his mouth, which was greasy and stained with a piece of fish scale, as if he had just eaten grilled fish!
When Qing Fengzi saw this, he immediately laughed in anger and couldn't help but scolded with a smile: "What are you capable of? Being chased by four foundation-building cultivators, you still have time to eat grilled fish?"
"Didn't you eat?" Xiaopang quickly denied it, pretending to be innocent.
"Can you wipe the fish scales off your mouth before lying?" Qingfengzi said with a strange smile.
"Ah?" Xiao Pang wiped his mouth hastily, and indeed saw fish scales. His old face immediately turned red, and he argued cunningly: "I was eating fish, and they disturbed me. I didn't even have a chance to wipe my mouth until now!"
Upon hearing about Xiaopang being attacked, Qingfengzi's face immediately turned serious, and he hurriedly asked, "What happened at Qingfeng Temple? Why are they chasing you?"
"It's like this!" said Little Fatty, "A few days ago, a guy brought 10,000 spirit stones to buy 50 kilograms of eyeless fish and spirit mushrooms! They were so cheap and they were from our sect, how could I dare to sell them? But I refused to sell them, and the guy refused to give in and even said something outrageous. I couldn't help but said a few words back, and then the two of us started arguing!"
"Then what?" Qingfengzi asked hurriedly.
"They started fighting because of the quarrel!" Xiaopang shrugged.
"So what if we fight?" Qingfengzi frowned.
"After the fight, it's hard to say!" Xiaopang also knew that it was a bit too much to kill someone in a quarrel, so he stammered: "Anyway, the guy killed me in the end, and I got angry and killed him too, so he died a tragedy!"
"What kind of tragedy is this?" Qingfengzi asked curiously.
"He's dead!" Xiao Pang shrugged and said, "I smashed his body into pieces!"
"This..." Qing Fengzi frowned, then smiled bitterly and said, "You are really good! You have killed the prime minister, the governor, and the royal family by my side. I sent you out, and you killed another cultivator in just a few days! Where do you get such a strong murderous aura?"
"No, Master, I really was cornered by him!" After saying that, Fatty took out the giant crossbow and said, "Look, that bastard shot me with this thing? If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would never see you again!"
"Yes!" Qing Fengzi was a man who knew what was good. When he saw the giant crossbow, his expression changed immediately. He couldn't help but cursed: "Whose wild child is this? How could he be so uneducated that he actually ran to our Xuantian Villa to act wild?"
"Maybe he is from the Mechanical Sect? I didn't find out for sure, but that guy is of high status. I heard from them that he might be the child of the Sect Master!" Little Fatty said, "Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to produce a magical crossbow of this level!"
"The child of the leader of the Mechanical Sect?" Qing Fengzi's face suddenly changed after hearing this, and he hurriedly asked: "If it is the leader's child, his cultivation should not be low, right?"
"Higher than me, about the seventh or eighth level of the innate realm!" said Xiaopang.
"Then there should be quite a few top-quality magical weapons, right?" Qingfengzi asked again.
"Of course, that kid has three body-protecting magic weapons above the seventh grade, and there are many others!" Xiaopang said hurriedly.
"That's not right. You're only at the fourth level of Xiantian. Oh no, you're already at the fifth level?" Qing Fengzi then noticed that Xiao Pang had reached another level. He continued, "But even if you were at the fifth level, you wouldn't be his opponent, right? He has a giant crossbow and other magical tools. How can a poor boy like you kill him?"