"Have met the guest elder."

For a moment, the yellow-haired young man didn't react and stared at the guy in front of him.

How could this guy who has less cultivation than Wu Zong be...

"You said, he is..." The young man with yellow hair was extremely surprised, covering the red slap marks on his face.

Of course, not only the young man with yellow hair, but everyone here was shocked by the scene that just happened.

I must have heard it wrong, I must have...

But, no matter what, everyone knows that fat young man. He is also a master among the disciples of Xianpeng Island, named Feng Nan. Why did he give such a big gift to this strange guy?

"Oh, it's you. Go quickly, don't disturb me." The strange young man was commanding very casually.

However, even with this tone of command, Feng Nan had no objection at all, as if he should have been like this.

Who is this person?

Immediately afterwards, Feng Nan turned his head and frowned and said to the yellow-haired young man: "You are disrespectful to the guest elders. You should be expelled from Xianpeng Island according to the rules, I..."

"Wait... this guy, no, this lord?" At that moment, the young man of yellow hair finally realized the seriousness of the matter and sweated coldly for a moment.

Why, people with such cultivation will become guest elders... Why do guest elders come to such a low-level level... Why...

During the conversation, Xia Xu seemed to have nothing happened and finished reading a few more martial arts.

At this moment, everyone's eyes on this person were very different, of course, more strange.

"I...I..." The young man with yellow hair fell to his knees at Xia Xu and begged for mercy, "I deserve to die...I deserve to die...so, don't drive me out of the island."

Of course, Xia Xu, who was calm in his cultivation, had long ignored all the voices from the outside world, and naturally did not respond to the words just now.

"By the way, Senior Brother Qu Leyou, if he pleads with him..."

Feng Nan sighed and said helplessly: "As for Qu Leyou, he was cut off his hands and feet by the guest elder in front of you a day ago, sterilizing his cultivation, robbing his eyesight and voice. Don't think of him."

"What?" The young man with yellow hair was even more shocked at this moment. Hearing these words, at that moment, his heart was struggling in pain like a drowning person, and his back had long been soaked in sweat...

He was no longer able to defend himself. If what he said just now was true, he really wouldn't dare to speak.

At this time, a girl came over from a corner next to her.

In such a serious occasion, she was the only person walking around except Xia Xu, which naturally attracted attention. The girl's beauty attracted everyone's eyes.

The long golden hair, the face like a jade, and the kind temperament on the whole body all made everyone obsessed.

Of course, this person is Ruo Qinmeng. She walked up and said with a smile: "Mr. Feng Nan is so serious. The young master is practicing, so I will decide for him."

Seeing Ruoqinmeng, Feng Nan nodded symbolically and took a step back. Then, Ruoqinmeng looked at the young man with yellow hair, "I am the young master's maid. You don't have to be afraid. The attack you just now is like a mosquito bite, and the young master won't care."

This sentence is undoubtedly extreme contempt. However, it is indeed true.

Ruoqinmeng continued: "As long as you promise to reform, we will not blame you."

"Ah...really, is it true?" The young man with yellow hair couldn't help but look at Feng Nan next to him.

Seeing the yellow-haired young man's gaze, Ruo Qinmeng turned to him and said, "Mr. Feng Nan, there should be no problem."

"It's good for girls to make decisions. I'm just an outsider."

After confirming that he had heard it correctly, the young man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly knelt on the ground to thank the few people.

But at this time...

"Meng'er?"

It was Xia Xu's voice.

It was visible to the naked eye that the yellow-haired young man's just relaxed tense again.

"We have learned the first level of exercises, let's go to the second level." Xia Xu actually didn't realize the existence of the young man with yellow hair at all. He just said to Meng'er simply, "Sorry, this level does not even have a dual-attribute exercise."

These two people were like passers-by in this incident, and they were so awesome, leaving behind the people around them full of doubts.

Have you finished learning all? When? Are there those hours just now?

Who is this person?

...

Just as Xia Xu was storming one by one, he didn't know that a few days ago, something bigger happened in a place he didn't know.

Do you still remember that middle-aged man? It was the mysterious strong man who had been protecting behind Xia Xu.

He is very strong, very strong. So far, no one has opposed it, and even if he fights, he will be destroyed by one move.

However, an expression that shouldn't have appeared in his face... was horrified and actually appeared on his face.

And the person in front of him was the old monk.

"Who are you?"

"I'm just an ordinary person. Can't you see that you have no cultivation at all, hahaha."

"Ordinary people cannot find my breath...and such a perfect demonstration of cultivation..."

"Maybe, I'm lucky, I found it if I didn't care. Hahaha."

With a smile on his face, as if he was not worried, the old monk continued, "Xia Xu has been under your surveillance. However, you can end this mission now."

"Senior." The middle-aged man bowed rarely, "Please don't make things difficult for me. The princess of Ouyang Dynasty threatened me with her own life to make sure that he was not killed by the people from the Blood Scythe Sect, so..."

"Once that princess dies, what you want to accomplish will be completely over. Hahaha." The old monk said, "But don't worry. I won't let him die."

"But..." Even though the preface was full of words, the middle-aged man dared not say much, "I will report to the above truthfully."

"Hahaha, it's just those old guys who call themselves "God". Little guys, do you want to scare me with them?"

This sentence completely refreshed the upper limit of middle-aged men.

This old monk is outrageously strong.

The middle-aged man has now confirmed that as long as it is his decision, there is no way to change it, so...

"Then, everything depends on senior."

After watching the middle-aged man leave, the old monk finally sighed.
Chapter completed!