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Chapter 1878 You Should Be Called Uncle

Yang Haoran suddenly turned pale.
He quickly looked around, looking for a way to escape.
But soon his face became full of despair, and he had no hope of life.
If a strong man in the transformation stage really wanted to deal with him, he would have no chance of escaping.
A man can bend and stretch, so forget it, I will apologize to others in advance.
Isn't it possible that the dignified president of the Talisman Master Alliance has no dignity at all in public?
What's more, it wasn't his fault that Huang Xuguang knelt down for him just now, it was all Meng Sanjiu's doing.
When Yang Haoran was thinking this, Huang Xuguang and Meng Sanjiu had already walked back to him.
Yang Haoran had already made up his mind and without saying a word, he showed a smile and walked towards the two people.
With a bang, he knelt down towards Huang Xuguang.
There is nothing shameful in this, just treat it as returning the kneeling you just did.
The talisman masters around him all looked at each other coldly, ready to watch Yang Haoran's show.
But the next moment, the situation changed, which made everyone feel incredible.
Huang Xuguang trembled all over when he saw Yang Haoran kneeling down.
Without any hesitation, he knelt down opposite Yang Haoran.
This reaction was so fast that even Meng Sanjiu felt a little surprised.
Does this guy really regard Yang Haoran as his uncle?
"Senior, there are a lot of..."
Yang Haoran was about to say what he had prepared, but he was startled again and his heart was in his throat.
If Huang Xuguang knelt down for him just now, it was Meng Sanjiu who made a move.
Then this time it was definitely a voluntary act.
What happened?
Yang Haoran suddenly felt uneasy. He heard that some masters had a special habit of kneeling before killing others.
Isn't this the case with Huang Xuguang?
Yang Haoran felt his scalp numb and wanted to cry but had no tears!
This time he was harmed by Meng Sanjiu!
Yang Haoran was thinking about how to beg for mercy, but Huang Xuguang on the opposite side had already spoken.
"How can a junior accept my uncle's visit to worship? This is killing me.
I just took the liberty of not recognizing my uncle, please don't take offense, uncle."
Yang Haoran was petrified on the spot, and his brain almost froze.
Huang Xuguang's expression is sincere and his words are sincere. What is going on?
The surrounding Talisman Masters all opened their mouths in disbelief.
Meng Keer blinked his eyes, obviously feeling that his IQ was not enough.
Embarrassed, Meng Sanjiu pulled Yang Haoran up.
"Uncle, just accept Lao Huang's apology.
Lao Huang is a kind man, if you don't accept it, he will have uneasy conscience."
While talking, Meng Sanjiu kept blinking at Yang Haoran.
The corners of Yang Haoran's mouth twitched, giving him a dreamlike feeling.
Meng Sanjiu coughed dryly and glanced at Huang Xuguang.
"Okay, Old Huang, uncle has forgiven you, stand up.
Remember, this won’t happen again!”
Huang Xuguang stood up and his face turned red.
Obviously this situation made him feel very embarrassed.
The main reason is that he is not as thick-skinned as Meng Sanjiu and cannot take it easy.
Meng Sanjiu struck while the iron was hot: "As for the identity token, do you have any objections?"
Huang Xuguang was stunned, but felt a little embarrassed.
"According to the rules, it would be better if there could be a public assessment.
Otherwise, it will not be enough to convince the public, and it will make outsiders question the rules of the Talisman Master Alliance."
Meng Sanjiu looked impatient.
"It's just your trouble, so be it, uncle also needs to rest.
After seven days, it will be too late to take another assessment.
When the time comes, your eyes will be blinded!"
Huang Xuguang looked resentful, but said: "Don't forget what you promised me just now."
What Huang Xuguang was talking about was naturally about the previous generation of talismans.
Meng Sanjiu nodded impatiently: "I always keep my word, unlike some people.
I will come find you when I get back."
The talisman masters around were dumbfounded. They thought it was a big show. Is this the end?
Just as he was feeling regretful, Meng Sanjiu looked around with murderous eyes and yelled.
"What are you all doing standing here? Don't you all have to do anything?
We will all be punished with a month’s worth of cultivation resources to serve as a warning to others!”
Suddenly there was a wailing all around, why is this happening?
But everyone knew that Meng Sanjiu had a bad temper, and none of them dared to express their anger.
After a while, he disappeared without a trace.
Huang Xuguang also left quickly afterwards.
Yang Haoran followed Meng Sanjiu back home.
Just after a few people left, Master Yinguang's lonely figure appeared at the gate of the Talisman Master Alliance.
Looking at the direction where Yang Haoran disappeared, he expressed emotion.
This young man is walking higher and faster.
I'm afraid it won't be long before we reach the point where we need him to look up to us.
But no matter what, he still has to thank Yang Haoran very much.
Otherwise, it would not be so easy to obtain his third-level Talisman Master identity token.
Thinking of this, he gave another wry smile.
Yang Haoran, who was once his apprentice, is now a fourth-level talisman master!
At Meng Sanjiu's home, Meng Keer took a special look at the big tree outside the courtyard.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
That guy Tang Haolin has disappeared, he must have been rescued.
If it really takes too long, this guy may not be able to bear it!
It was in a courtyard not far from Meng Sanjiu's home.
Tang Haolin kept wailing, it was too miserable to watch.
"Grandpa, you have to make the decision for me!
Your grandson and I have been bullied miserably!
Grandpa Meng is the vice president, and you are also the vice president. Why should he bully me?
He is killing the chicken to show the monkey, just to let you know that you are not as good as him!"
As a golden elixir cultivator, Tang Haolin was not actually injured.
Pretending to be miserable is just to fan the flames.
Elder Tang's face turned dark and he snorted coldly.
He glared at Tang Haolin fiercely.
"That's enough, just say a few words less.
It's all my fault for spoiling you.
What kind of virtue do I not know about you? Face the wall and you are not allowed to go out without my permission!"
Tang Haolin looked aggrieved, but he did not dare to disobey the order and went back to the house obediently.
Elder Tang snorted coldly: "Meng Sanjiu, you old bastard.
Even if my grandson does something wrong, he doesn’t need you to teach him a lesson!
Haolin is right, you just look down on me, and I want to talk to you about it!"
Angrily, Elder Tang walked towards Meng Sanjiu's home, determined to argue.
Arriving at the gate of Meng Sanjiu, Elder Tang pushed open the courtyard door with a bang.
Meng Keer was startled, looked towards the door, and exclaimed.
"Grandpa, it's not good, Grandpa Tang is here.
It must be about Tang Haolin!"
Chapter completed!
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