Before Chen Feng could cover his stomach and finish his words with a sad look on his face, Ku Yan glared hard and grabbed him into the outer palace gate of Qinglin Palace.

"After leaving the Pure Land, my appearance changed a little, and my breath was different. I would say I would not be recognized." Chen Feng was quite impressed and comforted himself.

Even at Chen Feng's level, it is unlikely that the hidden strength will be completely avoided. Unless the spiritual foundation situation in the body can be exactly the same as the breath it reveals.

In order to prevent being investigated by thoughts and spiritual consciousness, most monks will have some protective and spiritual power to cover up their bodies. However, when the strength gap is too large, this method of protecting their own foundation can be forcibly investigated.

This is also why Chen Feng is confident and does not notice the secret of his immortal foundation by others, but dares not let go of the reason why people explore the situation in his body.

If you encounter forced investigation by an extraordinary monk, Chen Feng will be enough to make people feel abnormal if you have strong resistance to protect your body.

Before, Chen Feng even suspected that the Ascetic Peak lineage was arranged by the sect to the Pure Land, whether it was the easy-going old monk Hongren who looked like he was, or that others noticed the strangeness between him and Gu Yin.

In the soft light garden, even in the middle of the night, there is a sweet and refreshing fragrance of flowers. In a small pavilion, a girl with a gauze scarf is sitting with an old woman from Suiquan Sect.

The dinging spring pool not far from the pavilion brings a comfortable artistic conception. Unfortunately, the wonderful environment in the garden was stirred by the moans of the white-faced scholar kneeling on the ground.

“Ah~~~”

Erhuan, a white-faced scholar with a blocked tendon, was humming and moaning, his kneeling body trembled constantly, and he was sweating like rain, as if he was suffering great pain.

Hearing the white-faced scholar's crying moan, Chen Feng couldn't help grinning, and wasted no trace behind everyone.

"I didn't expect that the Sect Master Suiquan was here too. I was a little worried just now!" The old monk Baimei glanced at Erhuan, then ignored him and walked towards the pavilion happily.

"Junming and Yaolan are a couple of Taoist cultivation. This is also considered a marriage between Motuo Sect and Suiquan Sect. I have to come here this time, but fortunately, the Palace Master Wang Lin is generous, otherwise the life of this junior would have been gone long ago!" The old woman of Suiquan Sect sighed faintly.

"Idiot, what did you do?"

Before the old monk Hongren of Baimei had made some statements, Kuyan had already stepped forward and beaten the scholar with big feet with his muscles and collars. He really couldn't even hold back his temper. He was so angry that he looked at him.

"This is really embarrassing. I'm afraid that Master will not be able to do anything decent except for such a discipline." Although Li Ruman was curious about Chen Feng, under such circumstances, he still couldn't help but complain about Ku Yan.

After being kicked, the white-faced scholar sprayed a mouthful of blood and curled up in pain. The angry monk Kuyan couldn't help but show his heartache.

Because Erhuan was raised by hardship since childhood, he even regarded the White-faced Scholar as half of his son, and hated him for being really unsuccessful.

"That scar-faced monk is really scary, he is completely unattainable!"

Two palace maids in the distance whispered, letting the monk Kuyan look around, and seemed to realize that it was a bit too far and seemed extremely embarrassed.

Although the rough teaching method of Kuyan monk brought some people to shock and made his face twitch, Wang Lin, who was sitting in the pavilion, turned her eyes to Chen Feng who was hiding behind him.

"Parent Lord Wang Lin, what are you looking at?"

The woman from Suiquan Sect seemed to notice that Wang Lin's expression was getting worse, and asked her and reminded her.

"I am just thinking about what this junior sneaked into Qinglin's palace and wanted to do." Wang Lin turned his gaze away from Chen Feng's direction and suddenly smiled at the old woman of Suiquan Sect. Even if she covered her face with a light gauze, she still had an irresistible beauty.

"The Palace Master Wang Lin doesn't know anything. Although this beast looks like a human, he has no resistance to beauty. Because he wants to steal sex, he doesn't know how many times he has been taught a lesson, but he still can't change his shit. In fact, his heart is still very good..." The monk Ku Yan said angrily, as if he wanted to plead for Erhuan.

"Remember to eat or not to beat me? It seems that I have not taught enough lessons. Moreover, I also think that the way you educate your disciples is very problematic. This group of people are all your disciples, right?" Wang Lin's smile made Monk Kuyan's scar face turn red.

"Prince Wang Lin, you used your hands to break the tendons and veins to seal his tendons for an hour. Such pain is not something that a low-level monk can bear. This lesson is profound. It is better to just look at the face of the old son and the monk Hongren. This matter is nothing more than a person. Just a master who is incompetent. Let his master take it back and teach it slowly." The old woman from Suiquan Sect discussed with Wang Lin.
Chapter completed!