Covering the Sky: I, Wang Teng, truly lack the bearing of an emperor.

Chapter 65 Shocking! Senior Brother Zhuofeng is actually blocking the door!

Ye Fan was a little surprised. What were so many people gathered here for today?

Before joining Beidou, he was at least a model young man of the new era, whose greatest strength was "not being ashamed to ask questions of those below him".

"Junior brothers, what are you doing?" Ye Fan asked, leaning closer.

"Where did this brat come from? Who are you calling junior brother?" The young man in his twenties, whose face darkened, turned around and blurted out instinctively.

But before he could finish his sentence, he realized that this was none other than Zhuofeng's second junior brother.

"It's nothing, nothing. Something's happened at Qifeng. We're going to watch the excitement. Would you like to come?" the young man said, his attitude completely changing.

"By the way, your senior brother seems to be there too," he added.

Ye Fan frowned. Senior brother... could it be that he chased after the other party all the way and missed his chance to strike, only to be cornered at the other party's mountain gate and beaten up?

No, he'd have to remind his senior brother later that when doing something like this, he needs to seize the right moment and not be so indecisive, showing a complete lack of experience.

With the idea of ​​rescuing his senior brother in mind, Ye Fan mingled in the crowd and made his way to the gate of Qifeng Mountain.

Qifeng is one of the 108 peaks of the Taixuan Sect, ranking in the lower middle, but its strength far surpasses that of Zhuofeng!
In terms of the number of disciples, it far surpasses Zhuofeng!

There are only two people in total on and off Zhuofeng now, how can we compare to others?
Fearing that his senior brother would be beaten to death, Ye Fan rushed over.

Although his senior brother was lazy, he treated him well and often helped him with his questions.

Ye Fan had finally met such a good person, how could he let them suffer a loss?

He was even prepared that if his senior brother was really beaten, he would save him even if it meant serious injury!
However, when he finally reached the front of the crowd, he realized that something seemed amiss...

Qifeng's disciples, separated by gender, were piled up into two small hills.

Dozens of male cultivators, their faces bruised and swollen, were piled together. Lu Hao, the senior disciple of Zhuofeng, calmly sat atop the mountain of people, still looking as lazy as ever, staring at a group of people inside the Qifeng Mountain Gate.

Beside this small hill, dozens of female disciples were also piled up together, their voices soft and melodious, but their wails were anything but pleasant.

"The disciples of Qifeng are quite bold, repeatedly invading my Zhuofeng, boasting that Zhuofeng has no one, and that the senior brother of Zhuofeng is also a good-for-nothing, only letting the junior brother deal with things... Now that I've arrived, is there anyone in Qifeng who still dares to object?"

Lu Hao appeared to be sitting on a mountain of people, but in reality he was lying lazily with his elbow on the back of a male disciple, using a technique similar to the Thousand-Pound Drop. He was like a mountain, suppressing so many people and making them unable to move.

Inside the gate of Qifeng Mountain, dozens of people had solemn expressions.

Among them were many cultivators at the peak of the Dao Palace realm, but when facing Lu Hao, none of them took a single step forward; they simply stared at Lu Hao with solemn expressions.

Ye Fan had just arrived, and he had originally prepared himself mentally, but now it seems that he can change his mindset.

Instead of thinking about how to save the senior brother, we should think about how to save Qifeng's disciples.

"Junior brother, come here," Lu Hao had already seen Ye Fan. He waved and called Ye Fan over, "Take a look at those people inside. See who caused trouble at Zhuofeng. I'll help you beat them up!"

Lu Hao's words exuded an overwhelming aura, causing the surrounding onlookers to gasp in astonishment.

Good heavens, what kind of monster has Zhuofeng recruited?
Is he planning to single-handedly suppress the legacy of an entire mountain peak?

Ye Fan glanced around and saw that everyone who had been to Zhuofeng was lying here. "Senior brother..." Ye Fan was about to speak when Lu Hao interrupted him.

“Alright! Since we’ve already been there, I won’t stand on ceremony!” Lu Hao said.

He leaped from the mountain, spanning the sky above the mountain gate, and charged into the peak with an extremely arrogant and domineering attitude, landing heavily on the ground.

The earth trembled slightly, and a visible shockwave rippled out from beneath Lu Hao's feet, as if an ancient demonic elephant were treading on the ground. All the disciples around the Qifeng Mountain Gate whose cultivation was below the fourth level of the Dao Palace lost their footing and lay on the ground.

Only a small number of cultivators whose cultivation level was higher than that of Wang Teng's Dao Palace deity were still able to stand in place.

Wang Teng's Dao Palace deity, Lu Hao, displayed strength at the fourth level of the Dao Palace realm.

However, inside the Qifeng Mountain gate, the cultivators from those Dao Palaces and Secret Realms were all on high alert and kept retreating.

As Lu Hao strode forward, those people retreated step by step, not daring to get closer to him. Even the disciples at the fifth level of the Dao Palace retreated with solemn expressions.

Ye Fan stared at his senior brother in shock.

Goodness, the senior brother is just lazy, not bad at all!

Finally, the disciples at the fifth level of the Dao Palace in Qifeng could no longer hold back.

“Junior brother of Zhuofeng, you’ve gone a bit too far,” one of them said with a serious expression.

Although he spoke, he had no intention of making a move; instead, he carefully kept his distance.

“I am the senior brother of Zhuofeng. Since you are all disciples of the younger generation, you should also call me senior brother!” Lu Hao said.

“Disrespecting my senior brother is a mistake!” Lu Hao raised his hand, gathering natural essence in his palm, transforming it into a peach wood sword, and rushed towards the disciple at the fifth level of the Dao Palace who had spoken.

The person who spoke up didn't expect Lu Hao to be so direct, resorting to violence without a word.

In his haste, he only had time to take out a round shield to defend himself.

However, the peach wood sword pierced the round shield, leaving cracks like a spider web.

Before the disciple at the fifth level of the Dao Palace could even unleash his second move, he was sent flying backward, spitting out blood, and crashing heavily to the ground.

“Oppressing Zhuofeng is tantamount to infighting within the sect. As the senior disciple of Zhuofeng, it is only natural for me to punish him,” Lu Hao continued.

A ball of flame appeared in his palm. As he gently blew out a breath, the flame surged, and a fierce tiger burst out of the flame, its body wreathed in flames. It charged into the crowd and suppressed the other two disciples at the fifth level of the Dao Palace.

The remaining few were all cultivators at the fourth level of the Dao Palace. Faced with Lu Hao, who strolled around as if walking in a garden, they had no will to resist.

Just as Lu Hao was about to make another move, a soft shout rang out.

"How dare the disciples of Zhuofeng commit evil deeds on my Qifeng! Do they think there's no one else on Qifeng?"

An enraged middle-aged man descended from the sky. As soon as he appeared, he used his great power to pluck a cloud from the horizon and condense it into a large, pure white seal, which he then used to suppress Lu Hao.

"I thought he was so capable, but he's just a disciple from the previous generation of the Four Extremes Secret Realm." Lu Hao said, his laziness disappearing and replaced by a serious expression!
(End of this chapter)