"Yeah, yeah, I will definitely practice hard and will never fall into my reputation as Yelang Sect. Just watch it carefully, Lord." Tang Junhou nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"No, not bad, Confucian scholars can teach him!" Seeing that he was so sensible, he no longer had the arrogance of the Ye Zong Lang clan, Mo Qingqiu was even more relieved, and he smiled with his hands on his long beard.
"Thank you, Lord, for your praise. Should we discuss the matter about the house again..." Seeing that Lord, Lord, improve his face and looks very good, Tang Junhou suddenly changed his mind and said with a face.
"The house is another house. Are you trying to get angry to death?" Mo Qingqiu's smile suddenly froze. It was sunny before, but the next moment it was covered with clouds. The palm that had not yet been put down finally slapped heavily.
"Ao... Help, someone comes, you bully me, you are beating me..." In the mountains, Tang Junhou's sorrow was heard.
Just as Gu Fenghua and others followed Mo Qingqiu to Chengyun Valley, another group of people were also moving forward in a wandering and uneasy manner on the endless rugged mountain road of the Qingqiu Mountains. These people were being thrust by Zhen Fengliu.
He was a disciple of the Duanyue Sect who was about to die.
At this time, the disciples of Duan Yue Sect no longer had the energy they used to be. Everyone was tired and embarrassed. While walking, they yawned from time to time. Zuo Hongan, who was surrounded by his disciples, was even more unbearable, and his face turned blue.
The eyes were deep, the sockets were black, the blood-covered eyes were so red that they could almost drip. There was a transparent blister on the corner of the mouth, which was obviously an irregular yin and yang floating on the liver fire.
"Sect Master, that old monkey won't catch up again, right?" A disciple looked around from time to time with alertness and said uneasy.
"I have set up a warning formation along the way. If he chases him, we will be able to detect it in advance and catch him off guard." Zuo Hongan said in a hoarse voice, his eyes full of aggrievance and grief.
The top-ranking sect was forced to escape in panic. Everyone would be frustrated and sad. But it would not be possible to leave. The old monkey was originally far inferior to him, so he was just making a fuss.
, tortured himself to death, but he was even promoted to the first level, and now he has reached the third level of the Emperor Saint.
If he only had a cultivation level and was promoted to the first level, it would not be very important. After all, Zuo Hong'an was stagnant at the third level of the Emperor Saint for many years, and had a perfect cultivation level. If he fought with each other, there would be few opponents in his class, let alone an emperor who had just been promoted.
The third rank of holy?
But the problem is that the other party will not fight him head-on at all. If he can beat others, he will beat others. If he can't beat others, he will run away. As long as he is a little careless, the other party will use a bad hand on Duanyue Zong brother as soon as he finds an opportunity, and puts a sack on the back of the stick.
You should do everything you can to stab the knife. It is really despicable and shameless.
The most shameless thing is that he actually poured the door...splashed...what, when he remembered the scene when the station was demolished before leaving, Zuo Hongan was still disgusted. In the world, there are such shameless sect leaders, and shameless and dirty people.
What else can the sect leader do besides running away in panic?
The more you think about it, the more aggrieved the more you feel, and you feel like you are crying without tears.
"Ding..." A crisp sound suddenly came from the jade talisman hanging around her waist.
"Here you come." The sound was the alarm that the warning formation was touched by someone. Zuo Hongan stopped suddenly, and the fatigue on his face was wiped out, revealing a pathological excitement.