叶峯叼着那半块冰凉发硬的包子皮，眼皮都没抬一下，嘴里嚼得吧唧作响。旁边那年轻人脸涨得通红，拳头握得咯咯响，指着他鼻子骂：“废物！你他妈找死是不是！这点小事都办不好，要你何用！”

周围几个看热闹的弟子也跟着起哄，七嘴八舌地嘲讽。 Leaf Peak didn't even look up, just finished chewing the bun crust and spat it out onto the ground. " PATHETIC! " he snorted, the sound sharp and cold.

That young man's eyes were filled with hatred when he heard the words. He roared: "I'll make you regret saying that!"

Without waiting for the other party to finish, Leaf Peak suddenly moved. His body was like a bowstring, and he shot out like a离弦箭. The young man hadn't expected him to dare to act, and he was still hesitating, so he was directly hit by Leaf Peak's fist.

"Counterattack!" Leaf Peak snorted coldly. That punch was not strong, but it hit the young man's chin hard. The young man's face immediately became distorted, and he flew out and摔倒on the ground, mouth bleeding.

The scene stunned everyone present. Who would have thought that the weakest person in the sect, Leaf Peak, would dare to fight back and actually伤了别人?