"From Mr. Yu, to Mo Buchou, Qiu Jiansheng, and Huang Fuzi, they have never mentioned Young Master Yu, but none of them mentioned what kind of disability he has?"
"Don't you know?"
Chen Yang slowly shook his head, knowing it was impossible.
Tiancan Dao is quite prestigious in the neighborhood, and is considered a large sect by casual cultivators like Mo Buchou and the others.
How could they not know the conditions for accepting disciples of Tian Can Dao?
Since Yu Qiufeng entered the Heavenly Disabled Way, he must have been born with a disability.
Chen Yang once again thought back to the information provided by the sect that he checked before coming out of the Deacon Hall.
Inside, there was not a single word mentioned about Yu Qiufeng's disability.
"Hey, there is still some trouble."
Chen Yang sighed lazily.
The reason why Tiancan Dao cannot come to the real stage is related to their fundamental method.
This limits the scope of accepting disciples, and at the same time, it also gives the disciples of his sect a weakness that cannot be covered up.
The strongest point of Tian Can Dao's technique is also its weakest point.
As long as you grasp the specific location of the opponent's natural disability, it will be easy for someone to specifically target them and grasp the weaknesses of their skills.
"It's troublesome."
Just as Chen Yang sighed, he saw Feng Siniang covering her head with a night cat skin, turning around and disappearing from the back garden without a trace.
"Don't worry, just wait for the young master to arrive the day after tomorrow and come to question the crime in person."
Feng Siniang's voice still echoed, and the back garden was empty except for Mo Buchou.
Chen Yang was originally planning to change his perspective and no longer had to worry about wasting time here.
This old worshipper was not happy at first, but after all, Chen Yang had never suffered at all, so he couldn't afford to be in trouble with someone who was determined to quit.
Just as Chen Yang was about to withdraw, he heard Mo Buchou start to sneer like a night owl.
"Jiejiejie~"
"Hiss~"
It's ugly enough.
Chen Yang paused in withdrawing his attention, and looked at the past from the perspective of the Wufu boy again.
Don't worry, there is something new over there.
He smiled until tears came out, and he sneered:
"Yu Qiufeng, Master Yu."
"It seems to you that there is no such thing as life."
"You, the Dongfeng Yu family, don't have that fate anymore."
"Also, bad luck."
"It's not a good time for you to come. You have to go up the mountain at this time."
"Hahaha, am I still afraid of you? You can't protect yourselves."
Mo Buchou smiled so much that the left and right cheeks were uneven, one side was high and the other was low, twitching up and down, ugly and ferocious.
"Every one of you is so high above others. The disciples of the sect are so amazing."
"I can't afford to offend you. It's just that you underestimate me too much. You all treat me like nothing."
"What troubles have you not seen in these decades?"
"Ha ha ha ha ha"
While venting his anger, Mo Buchou walked in the back garden, opened up the cellars in the soil, cut open the trunks of trees, and took out the things hidden inside.
Everything inside is considered good for casual cultivators.
For example, gadgets that barely reach the threshold of the magic weapon, such as talismans that still have the smell of yellow talismans, such as paper cranes, paper figurines, elixirs and other reserves.
Chen Yang was dumbfounded.
...I said, Mo Bu Chou, how can this old man have an elegant body?