Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1222 - 1147: Wind Thunder Hall

"Hey beautiful, looking for a room? Why not join ours? There’s no free bed, but we can share one."

Just as Little Yue was about to return to report to Ye Qingfeng, a flippant voice suddenly sounded.

Three young men approached, lecherous smiles on their faces as they spoke.

Little Yue’s face immediately turned icy cold. As an assassin, she was not someone to be trifled with easily, and she instantly felt the urge to kill.

Ye Qingfeng’s expression also turned cold. They were in the center of the hall, so the three young men did not realize that Ye Qingfeng was with Little Yue.

Seeing Ye Qingfeng’s expression, Lin Yanran was startled. She knew of Ye Qingfeng’s cold-blooded nature and quickly said, "Ye Qingfeng, calm down. It’s dangerous to make a move here. Let me handle this."

"Xiao Ling, what are you doing?" Lin Yanran shouted, striding out.

"Lin Yanran?" The three young men recognized Lin Yanran, and the one called Xiao Ling was the one who had just teased Little Yue.

"Xiao Ling, you’re a disciple of one of the Three Great Sects. How can you be so shameless? People like you don’t deserve to be martial artists!" Lin Yanran said angrily.

Hearing Lin Yanran’s reprimand, the young man named Xiao Ling’s face darkened. He said gloomily, "Lin Yanran, don’t think just because you’ve got Wang Jinlun backing you that I’ll fear you. Others might be afraid of Wang Jinlun, but not me, Xiao Ling!"

Xiao Ling had confidence in saying this. Wang Jinlun was from the Xuanyu Sect of the Three Great Sects, and he was from the Wind Thunder Hall, not much weaker than the Xuanyu Sect.

"Oh, really?" At this moment, a cool voice sounded, and a long-haired young man stepped out. He wore traditional Chinese clothing, with his sleeves fluttering, his bangs slightly covering his eyes, which gave him an ethereal appearance.

The young man had a longsword at his waist, the hilt unadorned and plain, but the sword’s grip was covered in intricate patterns, making it appear quite exquisite.

"Brother Jin Lun!"

Upon seeing the young man, Lin Yanran exclaimed with joy.

"Little girl, why are you out here alone? Is your master really letting you roam by yourself?" Wang Jinlun looked at Lin Yanran with a hint of affection in his eyes.

"I’m already grown up and ought to be out exploring the world." Lin Yanran blushed and said. In fact, she had pleaded for a long time before her master allowed her to go out alone this time.

"You... ," Wang Jinlun laughed.

Meanwhile, Xiao Ling felt completely ignored and was angered, saying, "Wang Jinlun, do you think you’re that amazing? Our Wind Thunder Hall doesn’t fear your Xuanyu Sect!"

"Heh, while Wind Thunder Hall may not fear our Xuanyu Sect, that doesn’t mean you’re not afraid of me. On the Life and Death Arena, do you dare to fight me?"

Wang Jinlun’s gaze turned slightly cold as he stared at Xiao Ling.

The Life and Death Arena was set up every year during the Sect Competition. Before the Sect Competition, it was used to settle personal grudges between martial artists, with no restrictions on life or death.

Xiao Ling’s face changed immediately. How could he possibly be a match for Wang Jinlun, who was already a Peak Martial Artist and one of Jiangdong’s most outstanding geniuses?

"Wang Jinlun, what’s so cocky about you? If you’ve got the skills, defeat our Wind Thunder Hall’s genius Tu Lei first," Xiao Ling said, unwilling to back down.

Tu Lei was the disciple of their Sect Leader and also a genius not lesser than Wang Jinlun!

"Tu Lei, huh?" Wang Jinlun’s eyes flickered, and he smiled slightly. "Perhaps in the past, I wasn’t sure I could defeat him, but now, he’s no longer my match."

Wang Jinlun glanced at his treasure sword and felt a surge of unshakable confidence.

Not far away, Ye Qingfeng’s eyes turned slightly cold, for he recognized the sword as his Flying Sword!

Xiao Ling and the two youths behind him changed their expressions. They had heard of Wang Jinlun acquiring a Peerless Sword.

It’s said that even his original treasure sword, the Duan Mountain Sword, was easily cut by this peerless sword.

If Ye Qingfeng knew of the name "Duan Mountain Sword," he would find it amusing. The name might be impressive, but for him, the swords of these martial artists, whether good or bad, were just a pile of junk.

In the eyes of those people, Ye Qingfeng’s Flying Sword was just particularly sharp, but its true power lay in being controlled by Divine Sense, which was like having an extra person in battle.

Most importantly, it allowed Ye Qingfeng to perform Sword Flight without needing to reach the War Emperor Realm. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Hmph, Wang Jinlun, don’t think you can rule the world just because you got a good sword. My senior brother Tu Lei from Wind Thunder Hall knows how to handle you."

Xiao Ling, unwilling to lose face, said with a fiercer tone than courage.

"Whether Tu Lei can handle me, I don’t know. But you, I don’t even consider. If you have the guts, we can duel on the Life and Death Arena. If not, you can scram right now."

Wang Jinlun’s eyes turned cold as he spoke with a chilling tone.

Xiao Ling and his companions’ faces changed again. Ultimately, they dared not accept. Angrily, he said, "Fine, Wang Jinlun, just you wait!"

With his harsh words said, Xiao Ling turned and left, no longer in the mood to tease Little Yue.

"Did I say you could leave?"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded, but it wasn’t from Wang Jinlun.

The crowd was stunned, and a young man appeared, walking neither hurriedly nor slowly, followed by a woman resembling the one Xiao Ling had earlier teased.

"Who do you think you are? Get lost!" Upon seeing Ye Qingfeng step forward, Xiao Ling’s expression immediately shifted, and he angrily shouted.

He might fear Wang Jinlun, but it didn’t mean just anyone could bully him. He was a genius disciple from Wind Thunder Hall, one of the Three Great Sects. His strength and status were notable. Otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to openly tease Little Yue regardless of her identity.

He had the confidence that in all of Jiangdong, anyone he didn’t know was trash.

At this moment, many martial artists had gathered in the lobby of the Xinhe Hotel. After all, Wang Jinlun’s presence was an attraction to them.

But who was this suddenly appearing young man? Talking so boastfully, did he really consider Xiao Ling a pushover?

A group of martial artists found it amusing. Seeing the delicate appearance of the young man, they could easily tell he couldn’t be a martial artist. He looked too pale, as if worn out by wine and women.

Perhaps he was just a small-time second-generation rich kid from Tianhai City.

A character like that dared to act boastful in front of Xiao Ling? Wasn’t he just courting death?

Ye Qingfeng kept his head bowed, his eyes calm, showing no anger, his expression serene.

"Life and Death Arena, let’s go." Ye Qingfeng said calmly.