Chapter 395: Intercepting Master Kucheng, mocked and obstructed by others

Regardless of whether it was for his own sect’s treasure or because of a sect mission, he had to intercept Master Kucheng.

However, he was also very vigilant. This time, following the Sect Leader, he had brought five experts from the Qinghai Sect, and Master Kucheng was accompanied by an old nun whose martial arts were not weak. It would not be easy for him to win.

However, Master Kucheng seemed not to worry about him at all, walking straight toward Ye Ye Changqing.

Ye Ye Changqing couldn't help but increase his guard. Although Master Kucheng didn't seem like a bad person, he couldn't guarantee whether this person would suddenly launch a sneak attack.

The two soon walked in front of Ye Ye Changqing.

"Ye Ye Changqing?"

Master Kucheng glanced at him lightly and said in a calm voice.

Ye Ye Changqing nodded, but before he could speak, he heard Master Kucheng’s words.

Master Kucheng said calmly: "This poor monk is Master Kucheng, here to find Su Hang. You don't need to obstruct me, otherwise, our Shaolin Sect is not to be trifled with."

Ye Ye Changqing’s heart skipped a beat; sure enough, his guess was correct.

It was just that his purpose was to delay Master Kucheng, while on the other side, Ma Ma Fatong, one of the three swords of Qinghai, had already arrived in front of Su Hang.

Seeing that Su Hang was still calm, it seemed he had long expected his arrival.

"I heard that Master Su Hang is very accurate at fortune-telling. I wonder if you know the purpose of my visit to you this time." Ma Ma Fatong’s gaze was not friendly, but he didn't make any moves either.

It seemed as if he were just testing Su Hang.

And Su Hang waved his hand with a smile: "Fortune-telling is just a superficial skill. If you really want to ask for enlightenment, please come inside and talk in detail."

After speaking, Su Hang walked toward the room first.

Ma Ma Fatong glanced at Su Hang, a curve appearing at the corner of his mouth, and he also lifted his legs to follow Su Hang into the room.

In the room, Su Hang looked at Ma Ma Fatong, his tone full of sarcasm.

"I know your Qinghai Sect has always looked down on me, so why would you let me tell your fortune?"

Ma Ma Fatong frowned, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly opened his mouth: "I just want to know if our Qinghai Sect can become the leader of all sects?"

Su Hang laughed, but looking closely, this smile was more sarcastic.

"Ma Ma Fatong, do you really think of yourself as the Sect Leader of the Qingcheng Sect?" Su Hang retorted coldly.

Ma Ma Fatong snorted coldly and didn't speak.

Su Hang shook his head, then began to pinch his fingers, feeling a bit amused. Could it be that this guy wasn't from the Qingcheng Sect, yet ran here to contend for hegemony in the martial arts world?

Seeing this, Ma Ma Fatong couldn't help but get anxious and hurriedly shouted.

"Why aren't you telling my fortune?"

"What do you want me to calculate?" Su Hang asked.

Ma Ma Fatong said: "Help me calculate if our Qinghai Sect can become the leader of all sects."

Hearing this, Su Hang finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. Was this person’s brain broken?

Ma Ma Fatong was furious, feeling that he had been insulted by Su Hang. As one of the three swords of Qinghai, how could he be mocked like this?

"What are you laughing at?" Ma Ma Fatong asked in a deep voice. He didn't like others questioning his decisions, especially questioning others.

Su Hang restrained his smile, "I say, Young Master Ma, aren't you a bit too conceited? Why do you think I would calculate that your Qinghai Sect would become the leader of all sects?"

"Hmph, besides our Qinghai Sect, which of the other sects can contend with us?" Ma Ma Fatong said proudly.

Su Hang smiled. He didn't understand why, for such a simple matter, this one of the three swords of Qinghai was so obsessed with vanity. Did their Qinghai Sect really have this qualification?

Ma Ma Fatong took a deep breath, "Who exactly are you?"

Su Hang shrugged, "Just an ordinary passerby."

Ma Ma Fatong stared at Su Hang, "Are you trying to threaten me?"

Su Hang shook his head, "I have no interest in threatening others, believe it or not."

Ma Ma Fatong’s expression was uncertain. He always felt that this matter was suspicious, but he couldn't grasp any clues.

Unleashing his internal energy, Ma Ma Fatong immediately rushed toward Su Hang with lightning speed. Their Qinghai Sect had always looked down on people like Su Hang.

However, the moment he approached Su Hang, Su Hang suddenly disappeared from where he was, and the next second he appeared eerily behind Ma Ma Fatong.

One hand was placed on Ma Ma Fatong’s back, and a massive internal energy poured into his body, wrapping him up and leaving him unable to move.

Su Hang pinched Ma Ma Fatong’s throat with one hand, effortlessly, just like carrying a chicken.

This gap in martial arts was simply heaven and earth; even in his prime, Ma Ma Fatong might not be his opponent.

"You... cough cough..."

Ma Ma Fatong’s face showed pain, and he struggled with all his might.

Su Hang exerted a little force, immediately pressing Ma Ma Fatong to the ground, then stepped on Ma Ma Fatong’s chest, looking down at him from above, "Tell me, who ordered you to kill me?"

"Pah!"

Ma Ma Fatong spat a mouthful of saliva on Su Hang’s face, staring at Su Hang fiercely.

Su Hang frowned, exerted a little force under his foot, and Ma Ma Fatong trembled all over, sweat dripping from his forehead in pain.

"I want you to die!" Ma Ma Fatong roared, clearly unable to bear the pain anymore.

Su Hang was stunned, "You? Why do you want to be my enemy?"

Ma Ma Fatong gritted his teeth, "Because you blocked the rise of our Qinghai Sect. You deserve to die."

Su Hang was stunned, then laughed, "Haha, the rise of your Qinghai Sect? How ridiculous."

Su Hang’s attitude made Ma Ma Fatong very angry, and he struggled even more violently.

"Your Qinghai Sect has never looked at anyone straight, so why do you dare to say that the Qinghai Sect is going to rise?" Su Hang asked back, "Do you think all martial artists will revolve around you?"

"You’re talking nonsense!"

"I’m talking nonsense? Ask the martial artists in this world, your Qinghai Sect bullies others, suppresses peers, and forcibly seizes other people’s sect inheritances. Are you still worthy of being called martial artists?"

Hearing Su Hang’s words, Ma Ma Fatong was speechless, because he knew these things were true.

Su Hang continued: "Since you have already done it, why not admit it? Your Qinghai Sect’s reputation today is piled up with corpses. Am I wrong?"

Ma Ma Fatong still didn't speak, but Su Hang clearly saw a kind of helplessness on his face.

Ma Ma Fatong’s face turned red from being spoken to, and he became angry again.

"I’ll kill you!"

Roaring, Ma Ma Fatong erupted with a violent aura.

"Boom~"

However, before he could make any move, several streams of internal energy suddenly surged from around him, trapping him tightly.

Ma Ma Fatong’s strength was not weak, but compared to an expert like Su Hang, it was far from enough, and it was simply not enough to shake Su Hang.