Qin Feng followed the voice and looked over. A group of Daoist Sect disciples flew out from the mountain on their swords, throwing him and Changg Xi a couple of extremely improper jokes.
Their Daoist Robes were clearly in the Shushan style, and just by looking at their bearing you could be sure of it.
Qin Feng snapped at them impatiently, "If there's nothing, go your own way. What the hell are you yapping about?"
The group exchanged looks, then started cursing, "Fuck, there's actually someone who dares talk to us Shushan Sect like this?"
"Let's go over and take a look, help this brat broaden his horizons!"
"..."
The group closed in with swords in hand, sizing up Qin Feng and Changg Xi from head to toe.
"Which Sect are you from, you son of a bitch? Tired of living? You dare talk to us like that?"
One disciple raised his Longsword, pointed it at Qin Feng, and barked coldly.
Qin Feng shook his head and sighed. "Noisy."
