Countryside Magic Doctor

Hee Feng sneered and glanced at them, then his eyes turned gentle. He looked towards Liu Qianwen and heard Hee Feng softly and gently say, "Sister Qian Wen, why don't you make this call?"    

Liu Qianwen nodded slightly, then took out her phone and directly dialed the number.    

But if one observed carefully, one would also notice that Liu Qianwen's hands were slightly trembling. Although he understood that Hee Feng's background was extraordinary, he was still worried about the situation in front of him.    

Nowadays, even if this person was in the wrong, if you killed him rashly, you might be the one who would be guilty.    

Therefore, Liu Qianwen could not help but feel worried.    

Hee Feng had an indifferent expression, as if he didn't care about what was happening in front of him. He was now the honorary elder of Dragon Group, and he was a person with an extraordinary status. So naturally, he wouldn't worry about these things.    

If Dragon Group couldn't even handle such a small matter, then it wouldn't be a big deal if he didn't take this elder seriously.    

Bend. Bend. Bend.    

The loud sound of a flute rang out. The entire KTV was in chaos. As for the reason, it was obvious that during this period of time, they had been severely beaten. To these entertainment venues, it was like the wind was blowing and the crane was alarmed. The grass and wood were all soldiers. Even the slightest movement would be able to make those arrogant brothers who were usually extremely arrogant. What grandpa? He was scared to the point of pissing his pants.    

In this era where dragons had to coil up and tigers had to lie down, only those delinquents who did not do much would dare to be so arrogant.    

Of course, there were also idiots like Peng Leeming.    

The matter was not that complicated. After one sentence and the person who came said it clearly, Hee Feng left safely under the surprised gazes of his classmates, leaving behind a look of shock on his face.    

When did Hee Feng become so powerful?    

And they had no way of knowing all of this.    

That night, Hee Feng did not have time to go home. He stayed at Liu Qianwen's place for the night. The next morning, Hee Feng woke up and washed up. After he finished washing up, he went to the lakeside of the artificial lake. The villa was by the lakeside, so he naturally did not walk much.    

After coming here, Hee Feng first performed a strange fist technique under the surprised eyes of everyone. Then, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate.    

At this time, an old man who looked like he was crazy quietly walked to Hee Feng's side and asked nervously, "Young man, which sect are you from?"    

After hearing this, Hee Feng immediately became nervous. Could it be that this person in front of him was also a cultivator? He had no choice but to stop meditating. Then, he sat up straight and opened his eyes.    

At this moment, Hee Feng had a surprised look on his face. He looked around and found that no one had noticed him. Then, he whispered, "Sir, which sect and which sect are you from?"    

The old man looked like an immortal. His long white beard was hanging under his chin. He looked very elegant and his hair was full of white hair. He looked like a hundred times more energetic. His body and bones also appeared extremely tough. He did not look like an old man of this age at all.    

Hee Feng secretly decided that the person in front of him was probably a Cultivator.    

However, what made him feel strange was that he had hidden it so deeply. How could this old man be able to tell that he was also a Cultivator with just a glance? He even asked him which sect it was from?    

Could it be that this old man was stronger than him?    

Or could it be that there was some kind of strange technique? Hee Feng could not help but pay attention to it. From Xia Feng's attitude towards him, he knew that Cultivation World was a society with a clear hierarchy.    

Even if you were only slightly stronger than him, you could do whatever you wanted in front of him. Strength was the symbol of measuring the strength of the Cultivator. A person with great strength. Even the rich people in the real world can do whatever they want.    

If one wanted to define the Cultivation World, then the definition was very simple. Those with strength could do whatever they wanted.    

Moreover, compared to the law of being able to do whatever he wanted with money, it was easier to break the law. In the Cultivation World, as long as one was strong enough, he could even set the rules of the Cultivation World and let everyone listen to his orders.    

No one would dare to have any dissatisfaction with you.    

"You don't have to worry about which sect I belong to. I just want to ask, little friend, which sect are you from? I can see that your bones are amazing, and your body is emitting mysterious fluctuations. It is definitely not something that an ordinary sect can come out from. It must be a disciple of a hidden sect who went down the mountain!" The old man stroked his long beard as he looked at Hee Feng with his eyes slanted. Then he said faintly.    

Hee Feng first carefully checked his body and found that there was no spiritual energy fluctuation from his body. Could it be that he was not strong enough and could not see it?    

Hee Feng was slightly different. It had been a while since he became a Cultivator. He had never seen anyone stronger than him. If there was, then whether this person was his enemy or friend was a big problem.    

Otherwise, his current safety would be a huge problem.    

Whether he could keep his life or not would be a problem.    

He quickly became respectful and said in a rare respectful tone, "My sect is not very strong. Sir, you should be from a big sect, right?"    

"Yes, I am indeed from a big sect. I am not comparable to the small sect you mentioned!" The old man said with a smile.    

Hee Feng was somewhat speechless. He had never seen someone so narcissistic before. He didn't even need to say it first. You are being modest. You just blew up your own sect like that. If it wasn't for the fact that you are strong enough... In the Cultivation World, where the strong preyed on the weak, the strong preyed on the weak. You are the kind of person who deserves a bento in the first episode.    

However, on the surface, Hee Feng still had a respectful expression on his face, like a young man listening to the teachings of an elder.    

Hee Feng flattered him at the right time and said, "Old mister, your sect must be a big sect. I think it should be among us cultivators. Those are all top sects. As for you, sir... I'm afraid you are one of the top experts in your sect!"    

Hearing his words, the old man immediately grinned. Then he said, "Little friend is right. This old man can't do anything else but this ability. No one can defeat me. Unfortunately, this old man is already very old. I'm afraid I won't be able to live much longer. It's a pity that no one can pass down my skills. What a pity! "    

Upon hearing his words, Hee Feng's body trembled. He couldn't wait to say, What do you think about me?    

Hee Feng had always hoped to have an awesome master, just like the main character of a fantasy novel. There was a very awesome master behind him who would guide him in his cultivation. When he had nothing better to do, he would show off. When he was no match for him, he would call his master out and pretend to be cool again.    

That day, there was no need to mention how carefree he had been. It was a pity that he had never encountered a Cultivator that was stronger than him.    

Therefore, this idea had been put on hold for a long time.    

Now, he had encountered such a powerful cultivator.