"Pfft!"
Ouyang Feng could not hold it in and burst out laughing.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Truly anyone could come challenge me now. I am a dignified mid-stage Land Immortal. This little child—has he even reached the Innate Realm? And you dared let him fight me?"
The group of disciples behind Ouyang Feng laughed as well.
"Master, Hong Qigong has no disciples to use. Don't mock him."
"Exactly, exactly. Hong Qigong is treating a dead horse as though it were alive. He finally found someone, so at least he can salvage a little face."
"Indeed, indeed."
They all chimed in at once.
No one believed that with a seven- or eight-year-old child helping him, Hong Qigong could defeat their master.
Wasn't that sheer fantasy?
Over here, Hong Qigong did not have much confidence either.
He did not think that adding a white-clad child would let him defeat Ouyang Feng.
But there was no other way. He truly had no one else to use, so this was all he could do.
"Alright." Chen Xiaofan slowly walked over.
To be honest, Ouyang Feng's conduct was indeed underhanded. That was why he stepped in.
"Come, come, come. Little one, you probably do not have much Internal Energy, do you? This old man will first teach you an internal cultivation method. Learn it now—sharpening your spear at the battlefront, even if it does not make it faster, at least it will make it shine." Like an elder, Hong Qigong looked at Chen Xiaofan and spoke kindly.
"Pfft!"
Ouyang Feng laughed again, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, calm and composed.
"Hey, hey, hey, you old fool. He is just a child. No matter how much he sharpens his spear at the battlefront, he is still overestimating himself. You have not gone senile, have