Chen Yang withdrew the greeting he had already spoken and watched this scene with interest.
Although he had not been in contact with Wang Yu for a long time, it took only half a day to figure it out, but combined with the memory of the original owner, it was enough for Chen Yang to have a general understanding of Wang Yu.
His current expression clearly showed that he was extremely angry.
Wang Yu is a very reserved person, just like on earth, when people from a certain island country say "I love you", they think "the moonlight is so beautiful tonight" is a sufficient expression.
For Wang Yu, a cold face and a frown were already signs of mad rage.
Chen Yang's interest couldn't help but fall on the purple-faced young man.
This person's aura cannot be said to be very strong, but it is not weak either. At least it is much stronger than the current Chen Yang, Zhang Sanpin and Li Ping who are already lying in the mass grave.
Ordinarily, when faced with such a person, Wang Yu, who is still a reserve demon disciple of the Yin Demon Sect, should swallow his anger, but Wang Yu rarely expresses his anger.
Chen Yang became more and more curious about what they said.
Before he could decide whether to say hello or not, the sound of a jade chime sounded throughout the lecture platform.
With a "swish" sound, the outer sect servant disciples, as well as those outer sect disciples who had learned from masters, no matter what type they were, all hurriedly sat down nearby, eagerly waiting for the elder who taught the skills to come on stage.
Chen Yang doesn't have to worry anymore.
The seat next to him was immediately taken, and Wang Yu also found a futon nearby to sit down on. The purple-faced young man disappeared in the blink of an eye.
On the lecture platform, in front of the seat of the elder who teaches the practice, a jade chime is making a sound, and a small hammer made of the same jade is beating again and again.
No one was holding the hammer during the whole process, it was just like a life, knocking on its own.
The jade chime rang for the third time,
The amethyst futon was filled with ten people.
Unlike the ordinary outer sect disciples who swarmed together and waited for the Gong elders to take their seats on the Dharma lecture platform, none of the top ten outer sect disciples came in advance. Instead, when the jade chime rang, they all showed their magical powers and suddenly came to teach the Dharma. He took his seat on the stage.
Chen Yang noticed that Shen Lang sat in the first position, and the other nine disciples also sat down at the same time, as if their positions had been fixed for a long time.
"Are there any rankings among the top ten disciples of the outer sect?"
"Senior Brother Shen Lang seems to be well-deserved."
As soon as this thought came to Chen Yang's mind, he heard suppressed sighs coming from the front, back, left and right.
"Hey~"
"It's actually Elder Lin."
"It's a pity that I have the opportunity to teach the Fa today."
"Go and have a rest, don't waste your time. I'm going to the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons to read. Is there anyone with me?"
"Take me along with you. I've long wanted to ride with Senior Brother Winged Bone Eagle."
"..."
"..."
With a crash, the outer disciples all hunkered down and greeted each other. In a short time, most of them dispersed.
Chen Yang blinked, surprised.
Is this Elder Lin so unpopular?
What was he talking about?
Chen Yang searched his mind and looked strange.
It does exist in the memory of the original owner.
This Elder Lin was the third strange person Chen Yang had seen at the outer gate of Yin Mo Sect.
He also has his own ideas and interests, and he also likes to instill them in all his outer disciples.
It's just that most of the outer disciples were not interested in what Elder Lin said at all, so they dispersed in droves.