Of course, Xiao Feng knew that the Red Robe Ancestor was not scared, but he still had a trump card in his hand, that was the old guy.

Didn’t the old guy say that if you really meet any master, the Nangong Family’s signature will not work, and you can mention his name. Moreover, judging from the reaction of Western Poison, the old guy’s name is equivalent to the gold medal of avoiding death.

"Boy, you have successfully made me angry." After the Red Robe Ancestor finished speaking, his eyes swept to Nangong Jian and Nangong Ying: "The two guys from the Nangong family, retreat now, I won't kill you."

Nangong Jian and Nangong Ying were entrusted by Nangong Jishi, so they naturally would not throw Xiao Feng away, so they all had a cold face and didn't say anything. If they wanted to fight, then fight to the death.

"Okay, since you don't leave, then leave your life behind." The Red Painting Ancestor laughed strangely: "Others are afraid of your Nangong family, but my Red Painting Ancestor is not afraid of killing me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old ancestor of the red robe turned into a red shadow and rushed straight to Xiao Feng. His power was three points stronger than before. He had already had eight points of strength and wanted to kill this arrogant boy with one move.

"Fight." Xiao Feng was not afraid. He also wanted to break through his limits and see where he had the sixth level of strength. Therefore, he did not show off his order of substitute heaven, nor did he take out the old guy's name. Let's fight first.

‘Bang bang bang’, three consecutive blows, Xiao Feng’s body retreated, a burst of blood tumbling, his throat became sweet, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

The Red Robe Ancestor's expression was a little solemn. He had originally thought that even if he could not kill Xiao Feng, he would have to seriously hurt him. But now it seems that this kid is still very difficult. If it weren't for the hostile relationship, even he would have loved talents. With this guy's age, being able to have such a strong skill can be said to be a martial arts genius who has never been seen in a century.

"Try taking me three more moves." The old ancestor of the red robe roared, turned his palms like fists, and launched another attack.

"Brother Xiao, I'll help you." Nangong Jian naturally would not watch Xiao Feng seriously injured. He pulled out a sword, jumped into the battle circle, and the long sword in his hand drew a cold light, like a moonlight.

‘Bang’, the red-robed ancestor punched the sword back, and the huge force was transmitted, which immediately changed Nangong Jian’s face. This old guy is indeed terrifying enough.

"Sixth level of force, Broken Bridge Hand." Xiao Feng took advantage of the Nangong Jian blocking the Red Robe Ancestor and slapped it out with a palm and smashed it hard at an extremely tricky angle.

"You are still too weak." The Red-robed Ancestor was not at all inferior: "If you were given five years, maybe you could really compete with me."

"Relying on his seniority," Xiao Feng cursed, feeling quite powerless. Why are these old guys in the ancient martial arts world so scary? Damn, there are really people outside the heavens. When he was a spade, he thought he was very awesome, but now looking back, it was completely funny. It was ridiculous to think about it. I guess the red-robed ancestor could slap him to death.

‘Bang bang’, the Red Robe Ancestor hit two consecutive blows, knocking Xiao Feng and Nangong Jian back, and then taking two steps back.

When Xiao Feng and Nangong Jian saw the Red Painting stop, they breathed a sigh of relief. Their foreheads were covered with fine beads of sweat. If they continued to fight, they still didn't know how long they could last.

"Boy, I'll give you two choices now."

choose.

Xiao Feng was stunned. What's the trick about this old ghost? He was fighting to death, so why did he suddenly say what choice?

"The first choice is that I will kill you."

Xiao Feng rolled his eyes. He only chose this one by a fool, but he didn't say anything. He felt that the second choice should not be very good. He either was useless or interrupted his hands and feet.

"The second choice, you take me as your teacher." When the Red Robe Ancestor said the second choice, not only Xiao Feng was stunned, but even Nangong Jian, Nangong Ying and others were stunned. He wanted to accept disciples.

Xiao Feng's expression became strange. He looked at the Red Robe Ancestor: "You, you want to accept me as your disciple."

"Yes." The old ancestor of the red robe nodded: "I have become loving talents. As long as you agree, I can ignore your disrespect to me before."

“…”

"How about it, make a choice."

"No, I just want to know what the benefits of my recognition as a master are, and what can you teach me."

"I can make you stronger faster and then dominate the ancient martial arts world. How about it?" The Red Rou Ancestor thought for a while and said in a deep voice.

“Not interested.”

"Then I can help you kill the spokesperson and the puppet king, how about it?" The Red Robe Ancestor made another amazing statement.

Xiao Feng was stunned again. Not to mention, he was really moved. With such a free thug, it would be easier to sweep St. Cassburg. However, he would not want to worship this old ghost as his master.

Nangong Jian and others' expressions also changed. In the ancient martial arts world, the most important thing is to pay attention to the issue of mastering, especially Xiao Feng is Jing Moxian's grandson, who is considered a person of his lineage. If he recognizes another master, he will betray the master.

"Brother Xiao, don't agree. If you agree, Mr. Jing will be very angry." Nangong Jian explained this big taboo.

Xiao Feng doesn't care about this taboo. He knows the old guy and will definitely not care whether he is looking for a master.

"Also, the Red Painting Ancestor has a bad reputation in the ancient martial arts world. He is moody and has done many things that make people angry. If you recognize him as your master, it will also damage Mr. Jing's reputation." Nangong Jian added another sentence.

When Xiao Feng heard this, he immediately dragged the Red Robe Ancestor into the blacklist, and he still couldn't do anything to slander the old guy.

"Boy, make a choice, either die or be my apprentice." The Red-robed Ancestor muttered in a low voice and asked with a frown.

"I don't want to die..." Xiao Feng shook his head.

The old ancestor of the red robe was happy: "Then you promised to be my apprentice."

"No, I don't want to be your apprentice either." Xiao Feng continued to shake his head.

"What, there are only two choices, you can only choose one."

"No, I think there are other options, such as if you leave and don't get into this muddy water, do whatever you should do, and what do you think."

"Boy, since you don't become my apprentice, then go and die." The Red-robed Ancestor was completely violent and his murderous aura made Nangong Jian's face change immediately.

"Senior Hongbou, don't... he is Mr. Jing's grandson." Nangong Jian shouted subconsciously.

"Old Jing." The old ancestor of the red robe paused for a moment and looked at Nangong Jian: "Jing Moxian."

"That's right, he is Jing Moxian's grandson." Nangong Jian nodded, wondering if Mr. Jing could suppress the Red Robe Ancestor.

The old ancestor of the red robe looked at Xiao Feng, his face changed constantly, and finally became gloomy: "Are you using Jing Moxian to suppress me?"

"No……"

"So what about Jing Moxian? I, the ancestor of Hongpao, will kill whoever I want." The ancestor of Hongpao was full of murderous intentions: "Besides, I don't necessarily have to be afraid of him, Jing Moxian."

"Hehe, the old ghost in red robe, do you think it's worth offending my grandfather for a puppet and that spokesperson?" Xiao Feng said with a smile.

"So what if it's not worth it?" The old ancestor of the red robe said coldly: "I said why did Xi Du leave? It turns out that he is afraid of Jing Moxian. Humph, he is afraid, but I am not afraid."

"You are wrong. Xi Du is not afraid of my grandfather, but he is a smart person who knows what to do and what not to do." Xiao Feng shook his head with a smile: "He thinks it is not worth offending my grandfather for the sake of the spokesperson and the puppet king. After all he left, he is a person who knows the current affairs."

"What, what you mean is that I don't know the current situation anymore." The Red-robed Ancestor's face became even colder.

"I didn't say that." Xiao Feng shook his head, "but I have to remind you that my grandfather should be coming soon."

"Jing Mo is idle."

"Of course, if a Western poison came out, he was worried that I would meet other experts, so he would naturally come here." Xiao Feng nodded.

The red-robed ancestor's face changed slightly and he snorted coldly: "Even if he comes, so what? When he comes, I'm not afraid of him. If I want to kill you, he can't stop him."

"..." Xiao Feng curled his lips in his heart. This old ghost was obviously scared, but he was still as arrogant as 20,000 to 50,000 yuan.

"But, since you are Jing Moxian's grandson, I can't accept you as my disciple and kill you. Humph, maybe outsiders think I don't know the current affairs, and for a few foreigners, I have a quarrel with my fellow Chinese martial arts, which will also damage my reputation..."

"Yes, yes, that's what it means, and Xi Du also thinks like this." Xiao Feng was so happy when he heard this, he was so happy that this old ghost couldn't hold on.

"I have something to do. When your grandfather comes, tell him that my Red Robe Ancestor will visit him another day."

Xiao Feng raised his wrist and looked at the time: "My grandfather will arrive soon, otherwise you can wait for him here and talk to him directly."

"Forget it, I still have important things to do, so I won't wait for him." After the Red Robe Ancestor finished speaking, he turned around and left, which was called leaving with great pleasure without any delay.

"..." Xiao Feng and others were speechless. This guy was so thick-skinned.

However, Xiao Feng and the others didn't dare to say anything. If they really angered this guy, they would probably not be able to stop him. If he left now, that would be the best result.

"Well, Brother Xiao, Mr. Jing Zhen will come here later." Nangong Jian and other red-robed ancestors were gone and asked in a low voice.

"Come on, my grandfather is in China." Xiao Feng rolled his eyes.

"Then you...ah, you're lying to him."

"Well, how could he leave?" Xiao Feng nodded. He touched his back and cursed: "The grass is soaked. This old ghost is a little more terrifying than the Western Poison. If we can't scare him away, we will probably have to peel off even if we don't die."

Nangong Jian also broke out in cold sweat. He didn't expect that Xiao Feng was so brave that he dared to fool the Red Robe Ancestor. However, after all, it was successful, otherwise it would be really dangerous today.

"Okay, it should be the only one of the Red Painting Ancestors. Let's go in now." Xiao Feng gasped and walked towards the building in front: "Damn it, I'm indeed a child from a city. When I lie, I feel panicked."
Chapter completed!