Sorry, Old Qin the Sixth

"Huh!?"

Everyone was stunned, not understanding.

What was an accelerator, what was a brake, they had never heard of them.

"Amitabha!"

Master San Nong clasped his hands together.

Although he didn't understand what Qin Feng was saying either, as an old driver who could balance a bean on his nose, he clearly understood the core idea Qin Feng was expressing.

"Kid, no matter why you're here..."

Someone's eyes turned cold, and they warned, "I advise you to leave the Hehuan Sect quickly, otherwise we can't guarantee your safety."

The others had the same attitude.

As long as someone like Qin Feng, a pretty boy, was around, they had no hope of obtaining the Innate Dao Body.

Slap!!

Mu Xiu knew his chance to shine had arrived. Without Qin Feng needing to say anything, he lunged forward and slapped the other person across the face.

"Damn it!!"

Mu Xiu, like a dog relying on its master's power, pointed at the other person and yelled, "What's your status? What's my master's imperial position? How dare you threaten my master!?"

"Uh..."

Yu Xue and Hua Ling trembled in fear, finally understanding what Qin Feng's professional team was.

"Pfft!"

The person who was slapped spat out a tooth and then looked coldly at Mu Xiu.

"What? Still not convinced!!"

Mu Xiu, confirming the other person's cultivation had not broken through to Quasi-Emperor, immediately clenched his fist and said arrogantly, "Trash like you, I can take one down with each punch. Bring as many as you want."

"You're good at fighting?!"

The person who was slapped coldly mocked, "What good is it if you're good at fighting? To get by, you need influence, you need connections..."

"So much nonsense, don't you know villains die from talking too much!?"

Qin Feng, too lazy to waste words,