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"Senior brother, long time no see."

Senior?

Dong Wen Feng looked at the old man in shock, then looked at the man on the stairs. This white-haired old man is this old man's senior?

"I am no longer a person of Divine Thief Sect. My current title is Spiritual Master White-headed." The white-haired old man said indifferently.

The old man was silent for a moment. "No matter what, you are still my senior brother, while I am still your junior brother."

With these words, Spiritual Master White-headed seemed to be slightly moved, but he immediately turned around and said, "Everyone, follow me. In the mountains, there are many unsightly places. Take care of them." And then, he began to climb the stairs.

The old man hesitated for a moment, then followed along, with Dong Wen Feng following closely behind. As they walked, Dong Wen Feng looked at the old man with a strange gaze, but the old man's face no longer had any hint of mirth, it was heavy, as though he was recalling something, Dong Wen Feng secretly cursed, was it possible that this old man had some sort of earth-shattering relationship with his senior brother?

"Yi Tong, here is a cup of tea for all of you."

Dong Wen Feng and the others sat in the living room, while Spiritual Master White-headed called for the child to give him a toast. Yi Tong was obviously unwilling, and slowly finished serving the tea, but when it was Dong Wen Feng's turn, he rolled his eyes at him.

Dong Wen Feng disagreed and made a face at him.

"It's been fifty years since we last met, right? I wonder if there will be another fifty years until my senior can reach that level? "

The white-haired Daoist Master took a sip of tea and said with an indifferent expression, "The level is too deep. I have touched a tiny bit of it, but it is already extremely useful. The more I touch upon the profoundness of the cultivation world, the more difficult it is to cultivate."

Dong Li and Dong Fei listened to the two talk about cultivation as if they were listening to the Book of Heaven. Although they didn't understand what they were talking about, they had a good deal to gain from it.

"Do you still remember the agreement?" The old man suddenly spoke.

"Of course I remember."

Dong Wen Feng suddenly felt that this matter was related to him, and maybe even to Yi Tong's child.

"One hundred and fifty years ago, the position of Divine Thief Sect's Sect Master fell into your hands. We had initially agreed upon the outcome of the match, and we had to decide it from the shoulders of our future disciples. Now is the time." The white haired man's eyes were shining, the Qi he unknowingly revealed, made Dong Wen Feng and the others tremble, he was definitely a grand cultivator who was not weaker than the old man.

Dong Wen Feng calmed his body and stirred his Innate Qi, while secretly exclaiming. As he expected, the matter was indeed related to him.

"Master, your disciple will definitely win and will not let you down." A solemn but childish voice sounded, and Yi Tong had already volunteered himself.

As he said that, he used a provocative gaze to look at Dong Wen Feng, who had no choice but to stand up.

"Stinking brat, don't embarrass me, or else I'll beat you to death!" The old man was calm on the surface, but he was secretly communicating through voice transmission.

Dong Wen Feng ignored him, glanced at him and turned, saying, "Senior Master, Master, it's not that I don't want to fight, but this little brother, is he really seven or eight years old? "Such a young child, it was unfair for me to win …"

"Who are you talking about? You're only a seven or eight year old child? I'm in my twenties! Also! I'm not a little brother! I am a woman! "

Dong Wen Feng stared dumbstruck at Yi Tong who was stomping in anger, obviously a part of his body had been struck by's words.

Everyone might not know this, but my disciple has indeed reached adulthood. The reason why he looks like a seven or eight-year-old child is because he was born with a dwarf. The white-haired Adept said calmly, his words filled with incomparable confidence.

"Since that's the case, disciple, let the match be as it is. There is no need to worry, but remember, stop right there."

Hearing her master's words, Dong Wen Feng could only stand up, "Junior sister, please show mercy later."

Yi Tong didn't say anything and rolled his eyes at him.

Very quickly, the group reached the stage, where Dong Wen Feng and Dong Wen Feng stood, facing each other, both of them quietly adjusting their condition.

If it was a fight, the one who fell first would lose.

"I don't know what cultivation level you are at, Junior Sister. I'm Earth Level, Middle Level." Dong Wenfeng said.

Yi Tong curled his lips in disdain. "I'm the same as you, I'm also an Earth Level Mid Rank expert. I didn't expect you to be so weak, but your cultivation is quite high!"

"But that's all. You are not my opponent. Make your move. I will let you make the first move. I will not show mercy!"

Dong Wen Feng laughed, just as he was about to reject, he felt a gust of wind blow by, and Yi Tong had suddenly disappeared.

Immediately after, he felt a wave of pressure from the left side of his chest, using his instincts, Dong Wen Feng quickly retreated, barely dodging the attack, but a few cracks still appeared on his clothes.

"You actually launched a sneak attack!" Dong Wenfeng said in anger.

Just now, when Dong Wen Feng was speaking, Yi Tong had taken the chance to sneak attack him. He did not know what kind of technique was it, but before it touched Dong Wen Feng's body, he had actually managed to tear his clothes apart with just his Qi.

"Humph, you don't get tired of fighting. Once a real fight starts, who would talk about reason with you? Let's talk about it after we win!" Yi Tong said proudly.

This time, Dong Wen Feng was angry. Since that was the case, there was no need for him to show any more mercy.

With his Innate Qi surging, Dong Wen Feng pounced towards him like a fierce tiger, using his Divine Thief Sect movement technique, his speed as fast as lightning, his movements as fast as lightning, using all his strength, he suppressed Yi Tong to the point that he could not even breathe, but Yi Tong relied on his extremely agile movement techniques as well as his strange attacks, and forcefully endured.

"Hmph hmph, you're only so-so. Is that all you've got?" Yi Tong still had some energy left to mock them.

Dong Wen Feng was silent, he silently increased the attack, completely focused on the battle, unknowingly he had already used his Fructus's fighting technique, the attack suddenly increased, causing Yi Tong to be unable to hold on.

With a bang, his fist landed on his chest as if it had been hammered by a sledgehammer. He retreated a few steps back and almost fell to the ground with a startled expression on his face.

"What skill is this?" It is definitely not a skill based on Divine Thief Sect! "

This time, it was Dong Wenfeng's turn to be complacent, he laughed out loud, "The Divine Thief Sect is obviously more about stealing, all the martial arts in the world, isn't it all in my pocket?"

Yi Tong was helpless, he subconsciously looked to Spiritual Master White-headed for help, which nodded slightly.

"If I'm not wrong, this is Fructus's Northern Dipper Fist."