"Kid, you're dressed like an Outer Disciple too. Why aren't you working with your senior brother in charge instead of running around everywhere?" A burly man roared loudly.
This was a small stream at the foot of two mountains.
No one knew what the dead spirit was trying to do, making so many High-level Martial Artists gather here to catch fish.
When Qin Shaofeng had first seen this scene,
he had clearly watched a martial cultivator at the early Void Realm finally catch a fish, only for Yu'er to flick its tail in his grasp and knock him flat on the ground.
Then seven or eight people had stepped forward to help, yet they had still been beaten black and blue by Yu'er before it ultimately escaped.
When he saw that scene, he had nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He truly had never seen such a bizarre sight.
Such a strange scene was truly something he had never witnessed in his life.
Qin Shaofeng had merely stopped to watch for a few moments, yet someone had noticed him.
Judging by that face,
this was probably another person looking to cause trouble, wasn't it?
"I don't have work today."
Qin Shaofeng answered casually.
"Bullshit!"
The burly man spat and said, "We Outer Disciples have work every day. You're slacking off, yet you still dare lie to me? Junior brothers, come teach this ignorant bastard a lesson with me."
Several dozen people actually put down their work and surged toward him.
Not one of them showed even the slightest doubt or hesitation.
It was as though teaching Qin Shaofeng a lesson was the most natural thing in the world.
An ordinary person facing such a sudden turn of events would surely feel a certain speechless frustration.
Yet such an emotion