The mustached man was stunned for a moment, and then his body trembled, as if he had spilled overnight urine.
"Damn, that's so disgusting!" Mustache rubbed the goosebumps on his arms.
"Storyteller, it's time to see the real chapter under your hands!" The Dharma image was as majestic as a mountain, and the voice seemed to come from the clouds.
"Seeing your mother's true nature, you have disgusted me to death!"
The mustachioed man turned his head sideways, and looking at his distressed expression, he was clearly a patient with severe trypophobia.
"Go away, go away, I don't want to see you!" A complaint came out, and everyone was surprised to find that the Dharma form, which was reaching the sky one moment, suddenly disappeared the next moment.
An expression of relief finally appeared on the mustache's face, and he kept gasping, "Damn, it's so disgusting that my grandma's house is sick. I can't do it, I can't take it anymore!"
The people below were immediately dumbfounded.
What about the Dharma?
We are all ready to escape. Where is the Dharma?
Where did the Trinity go?
This scene is really incredible.
Before anyone could react, the figure with the mustache disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was standing in front of Jiang Xiaoyu.
"Little brother!" The mustache bowed, his expression extremely vulgar.
Jiang Xiaoyu was shocked. He had dealt with the Earth Immortals, and he naturally knew that these people were completely unpredictable.
"Senior? Junior..."
"What junior?" Hu Zihu hugged Jiang Xiaoyu's shoulders and smiled happily, "If we don't speak the same language, who among us is more important?"
Jiang Xiaoyu broke into a cold sweat, "Senior, do you know me?"
The mustache didn't feel embarrassed, shook his head and said: "I don't know you!"
"and you?"
The mustache whispered in Jiang Xiaoyu's ear: "Don't we know each other now? I have something to ask my little brother."
Jiang Xiaoyu raised his head and looked around. Now, whether it was the people from the Four Symbols Sect or the monks from the sects at Qinghongxuan, including the people from the Beast Control Sect, all their eyes were focused on him.
Okay, so being in the spotlight feels a little weird.
Jiang Xiaoyu stretched his neck and quickly adjusted his robe, but he still felt something strange all over his body.
"Senior, senior." Jiang Xiaoyu reminded.
"Huh?" Only then did the mustache realize. He looked up and said loudly: "You guys, do what you are supposed to do. Don't always look at me. What's so good about two men communicating about their feelings?"
"No, senior."
Sensing that Jiang Xiaoyu had something to say, the mustache gave Jiang Xiaoyu a chance to speak, "Just tell me whatever you have to say. After that, I still have something to ask my little brother!"
"Senior, I'm telling you the truth." Jiang Xiaoyu immediately described everything that was happening now in the simplest terms.
After listening to Jiang Xiaoyu's words, Mustachio suddenly realized, "I bet you guys are fighting! It doesn't matter, I never meddle in other people's business, just keep going!"
Lu Haodang hid in the crowd, and when he heard this, he felt as if he had been injected with blood.
At present, most of the people of the Sixiang Sect have been lost, and Wen Zhiming and others have also lost their ability to fight.
Although Sanyi disappeared, he and three or four other Mahayana people were not seriously injured, and it was no problem to deal with the old, weak, sick and disabled people from the Four Symbols Sect.
Although the people from the Beast Control Sect were there, they wanted Jiang Xiaoyu and would not interfere at all.
Since the storyteller in the Trinity allowed himself to continue, it means that he has no intention of joining the dispute in front of him.
Although there have been many twists and turns, the balance of victory has undoubtedly tilted towards my side.
Thinking that he would soon get the Suzaku and White Tiger he dreamed of, Lu Haodang raised his arms and shouted: "Kill!"
Jiang Xiaoyu was dumbfounded. He quickly reminded: "Senior, the Four Symbols Sect is the sect of this junior! The current situation..."
"Ah? You didn't say that just now!"
"I let it slip!"
"No problem!" The mustache turned around, pointed at Lu Haodang and others, and said loudly: "I don't want to see you either!"
After speaking, Lu Haodang's large group of people disappeared in an instant.
Seeing this weird scene, Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't calm down for a long time. This kind of ability is really too strong.
As a result, now only the people from the Four Elephants Sect and the Beast Control Sect are left.
Can this mean that this dispute is over?
Jiang Xiaoyu always felt as if he was in a dream.
"Senior, where are those people? Could it be that... they are all dead?" Jiang Xiaoyu tried to ask.
"No way, no way!" The mustache raised his chest and raised his head, saying: "Look, look carefully, uncle, I was born with such a good skin. If I were a murderous person, I would have turned into a murderous person long ago.
It looks like a crooked melon and a cracked date.”
"I just told them to stay away."
"How far?" Jiang Xiaoyu asked quickly. What he was most afraid of was that these people would come back again. Now the Four Symbols Sect had no power to stop them.
"Well..." Ba Zi Hu thought for a moment and said, "It's not that far, just to the beach of the Endless Sea."
When Jiang Xiaoyu heard this, he said in his heart: Enough is enough. We have already reached the edge of the world of cultivation. If we go further, we can only throw it on a floating island.
The conversation between the two fell into the ears of everyone present.
Fearing that Jiang Xiaoyu was in danger, Chuxue was about to rush to Jiang Xiaoyu's side, but Yun Manlou stopped her and said, "Jiang Xiaoyu is fine, let's just wait patiently."
I was really worried, as eighty-one golden needles buzzed around Chuxue.
The gold needle instantly attracted the mustache's attention, "A tailor's embroidery needle?"
Chuxue bowed her hands and said, "Junior Yun Chuxue is the descendant of senior tailor. The people next to senior are Taoist companions of junior. Senior, please show your respect!"
"Taoist companion?" The mustache glanced sideways at Jiang Xiaoyu, "Little brother, my siblings look a little lively!"
"Don't worry, brothers and sisters. I have absolutely no ill intentions towards this little brother. I just have a small question to ask."
I don't know why, but when this mustache talked to Jiang Xiaoyu, he seemed to be a different person.
Both Jiang Xiaoyu and Chu Xue felt a little uncomfortable with being so polite all of a sudden.
"Thank you very much, senior."
The mustached man looked at Jiang Xiaoyu longingly and whispered: "Little brother, you should be free now, right?"
Jiang Xiaoyu glanced at Wen Zhiming and others in the distance, and seemed to have thought of something in his mind.
"Senior, look..." Jiang Xiaoyu pointed at the ruins of the wall below.
"What's wrong? What's the problem?" the mustache asked.
"The junior's sect has become what it is now. Now that the thieves have retreated, but the elders of the sect have been seriously injured, the junior still needs to take care of them."
"Oops!" The mustache wanted to ask Jiang Xiaoyu to answer his doubts, but Jiang Xiaoyu would always do this and that, which made the mustache, who already had a bad temper, feel like a kitten was scratching him.
"Forget it, little brother, tell me in one breath, what else do you need me to do for you? Tell it in one breath. After that, I still have something to do with you!"
Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoyu was instantly happy.
When he was in Chuyang, he once saw that with Lan Yue's gentle wave of his hand, the broken houses were restored in an instant, and the dead were also resurrected directly.
Since the man in front of him is the legendary storyteller, then such a trivial matter should not be a big problem to him.
At that time, he only needs to say: Bring the dead to life, make the bad to good. Isn’t the problem solved?
Jiang Xiaoyu had already praised his wonderful idea in his heart.
"Senior, this junior's request is very simple. Please bring back the members of the Sixiang sect who are living and dying in the sect fighting."
Jiang Xiaoyu eagerly waited for Mustache to speak, but unexpectedly, Mustache shook his head directly, "Little brother, I am an earthly immortal, not a heavenly immortal. I can't do what you ask me to do!"
"Ah?" It's true when you think about it. The resurrection of the dead is indeed a bit mysterious. Jiang Xiaoyu settled for the next best thing, "Senior, can you restore the sect to its original state?"
The mustache shook his head again, "Little brother, can you please not come up with such a challenging problem?"
"Still not working?"
This doesn't work, that doesn't work either. Jiang Xiaoyu scratched his head and said: "Then... can the monks in the sect recover from their injuries?"
When he said this, Jiang Xiaoyu felt a little regretful. After all, this kind of thing must not be challenging at all for him.
"If I had known earlier, I should have told Xuanwu to come back!"