No, Wu Feng exclaimed, his steps stopped immediately, his eyes full of fear. He was scared, really scared, afraid that the sword of the Qingxu Demon Taoist really cut the master's throat.

Master Qingfeng's eyes were straight, staring round, and he didn't believe what was happening in front of him. Is that young man his little apprentice Wu Feng? Didn't he fall down from the Broken Soul Cliff and die? Why would he stand here smoothly at this moment? Is he really his little apprentice Wu Feng?

After half a stick of incense, Master Qingfeng moved his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound. He let tears flow across his cheeks and his lips trembled. He hadn't seen him for more than a year. During this year, he was thinking about his little disciple all the time, and his heart was filled with guilt. He often hated that he had not taken good care of him, and often wanted to cry sadly when there was no one in the world. Now he finally saw the living little disciple, but he couldn't say a word, but he just couldn't stop crying.

Master, I am Feng'er. Do you don't recognize your disciple? Wu Feng said in a trembling voice, and tears flowed wildly.

Is Feng'er really my Feng'er? Master Qingfeng finally spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse. Until now, Master Qingfeng still doesn't believe in his eyes. He feels like he is living in a dream. He bit his lips hard, and blood flows into his mouth. There is a slight stinging pain, not in his mouth, but in his heart. He finally believes that everything he sees is true. The one standing in front of him is his little disciple Wu Feng, the little disciple who has not heard from for more than a year.

Junior brother, are you really junior brother? I am your senior brother Zhou Ming. You are still alive. I knew you are a kid and you will definitely not die. It’s great. We brothers finally met again. Zhou Ming was so excited that tears flowed and he was speechless. If he hadn’t been tied to the pillar at this time, he would have pounced over and hugged him tightly in his arms to relieve the pain of parting for more than a year.

Wu Feng's gaze soon fell on Zhou Ming's body again, nodded heavily, and choked and said: Master, senior brother, is not dead, fallen under the Broken Soul Cliff and live again. He came out not long ago, and his disciple is still alive, and finally picked you up again. It's all bad for the disciple, so Master, you and the elder brother are worried.

Just live, just live, just live, Master Qingfeng nodded repeatedly, and his tears were even more fierce. These were tears of joy. Wu Feng was able to live, finally untie his knots of his heart for more than a year. Even if he died now, he would not have any regrets.

After that, Master Qingxu suddenly shouted loudly, planned to have a conversation between their masters and disciples, and said gloomyly: Don’t stop talking here. I heard from my ears. Boy, hurry up and let all the officers and soldiers of Heifeng Village retreat, otherwise I would kill your master and senior brother. Taoist Qingxu said, and shook the knife in his hand in front of Wu Feng.
Chapter completed!