The atmosphere in the courtyard was a little tense for a moment, and the two senior brothers looked at each other with awe-inspiring sword auras.

The sword cultivator is not good at talking, and prefers to speak with his sword than with his lips.

Who is right and who is wrong will be revealed in a fight.

The two faced each other with their swords, and their sword energy burst out.

Just then: "Dong-dong", there were two muffled sounds, and two chicken bones hit their heads. One hit for each person was very fair.

The two of them immediately squatted on the ground with their heads covered, tears streaming down their cheeks. The sword clattered to the ground with a clang.

The old Taoist outside the small courtyard spit out a chicken bone, jumped up, and flew towards the main peak of Qingyuan.

"It's nothing! Everyone's morality is not high and their tone is not small. They always talk about the world. What is the world? Nothing is the world. The roast chicken in your mouth is the world!"

Guizai'er has become a disciple, and if he speaks out, he will throw water away. I will spit out my words and tell him that he will do what he says if he demolishes the Palace of Eternal Life.

My disciple, how can I let him enter the school with a grudge?

The old Taoist did not wield a sword. When he reached the realm of demon transformation, he could control the wind and fly with his real body. He was flying with lightning speed, knocking away the clouds. In a moment, he was above the main peak of Qingyuan Mountain, looking at the solemn Palace of Eternal Life, and transformed into a head with three heads.

A giant turtle about ten feet in size smashed towards the Hall of Eternal Life like a meteorite.

In the Hall of Eternal Life, Feng Yiju opened his eyes and glanced at the roof, then rolled up his sleeves and rolled up the boy and walked out of the hall.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the Palace of Eternal Life collapsed.

Rocks flying.

The boy's mouth opened in astonishment.

Who dares to attack the Palace of Eternal Life? Our Qingyuan Sect has fallen? Why doesn’t the formation intercept it?

The smoke and dust dispersed slightly, and they saw Master Ge's uncle pressing down on the master and beating him.

The other party was a master uncle and an elder. Even though Feng Yiju was the leader, he only dared to dodge. He shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.

"Uncle Ge..."

"Shut up!" Ge Laodao was unreasonable and unforgiving: "Don't admit your mistake. How can you beat someone if you admit your mistake?!"

"Uncle Ge, that's the leader!" the scholar who came over shouted in shock.

Ge Laodao glanced at him. What about the leader? The old Taoist started to make troubles and hit him without fail!

What’s wrong with being the leader? It’s like no one has ever been the leader before!

When the previous generation head was seriously injured and dying, it was when the Qingyuan Sect was in turmoil. In order to reassure people, the older generation of brothers, who had similar morals and practices, took turns to take charge of the Qingyuan Sect as the old head.

He regained his strength and returned to the right path. It was more than twenty years later that Feng Yiju succeeded him as the leader.

He, Ge Jiansan, also did official business in the Palace of Eternal Life and was the leader!

Ge Laodao punched Feng Yiju into the ruins: "This punch is for my disciple. I will hit you so hard that you will become unconscious and try to control the divine beast!"

Feng Yiju did not dare to resist. Ge Laodao had a high status and a special status. It was not just seniority. Master Feng Yiju was Ge Laodao's younger brother. He was brought up by Ge Laodao. Not to mention beating him, he had already become a disciple back then.

His master always beat him just as he said.

Not daring to resist, he had to endure it. As soon as Feng Yiju emerged from the ashes, he was punched by Ge Laodao again: "This punch hits you and you are not doing your job properly! How can you insult a scholar if you don't act like a good monk?"

Who are you sneaking around and plotting against all day long?"

While he was speaking, he glanced sideways at the scholar, and the scholar suddenly lost his soul.

Feng Yiju swept away the rubble and climbed out: "Master..."

boom!

"This punch means that you have not been doing your job properly for sixty years! What a good sect has become now? It's like fighting for power and profit!"

boom!

"This punch to you is unkind to your father! The little girl is as afraid of you as a tiger, and you are not kind to your own daughter. How can I trust you to treat your disciples well?!"

Feng Yiju, who originally offered no resistance, suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Ge Laodao.

"Uncle, this is my family matter."

Ge Laodao looked down at him with extremely serious eyes: "As the leader, you have no family matters! Every word, every action you take is a major event for the sect!"

Feng Yiju is silent.

Ge Laodao screamed and punched him out. He was thrown directly from the main peak of Qingyuan Mountain.

"This punch will bully you! Why don't you dare to resist after being beaten for so long?! You are the leader! Even if the ancestors of all generations are resurrected, no one can beat the leader like this!!"

Gerald shouted hysterically.

He originally just wanted to turn over the table and throw a splash to vent his anger on his apprentice, but for some reason, when he saw Feng Yiju who looked elegant, he couldn't help but take action.

Where did the Feng Yiju who used to fight with swords and enjoy grudges in the end of the world go? When did he take the title of a gentleman and think that he was a scholar? Just study, why do you want to learn those bad habits?

Deserve a beating!

In Li Nanyuan, Su He was dumbfounded. Just now, a scene suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. A huge tortoise smashed into a hall. The tortoise transformed into Ge Laodao, and then violently beat Feng Yiju.

His first reaction: This is fake.

After all, no one else saw this scene except him.

Then Su He realized that this was a scene specially sent to him by the old Taoist. His heart was inexplicably shaken. The old Taoist was careless and unprofessional, but he did not bother to lie.

He went to the main peak of Qingyuan and demolished the Palace of Eternal Life!

Su He's heart suddenly seemed to be grabbed by something, his throat was choked, and an unexplainable feeling surged out of his heart.

The last time I had this feeling was in my last life, when I was scolded as a fatherless child, and then an older kid in the courtyard who bullied him every day took him back without saying a word, but I never got beaten back.

That time, Su He burst into tears. He didn't care about being bullied or suffering, but he couldn't stand anyone being nice to him.

For example, Feng Yaya, Su Huanian, Ge Laodao. Even he had a strong impression of Xia Dali.

It wasn't until Feng Yaya poked his turtle shell that Su He came back to his senses. The class was over and he had already left the class. Half of the disciples from Nanyuan had left, and the remaining half were looking at Su He from a distance, curious about the existence of the dragon turtle.

"Da Gui, mother left again." Seeing Su He come to his senses, Feng Yaya poked his turtle scales and said gloomily: "Mother left without me, and Aunt Lin is not here either. Da Zhuang doesn't know where he ran.

It's gone. It must have seen you awake and no longer needed to take care of me, so it ran away..."

At this moment, a majestic camel was standing on a deserted hill with a depressed mood. It quietly looked at the rushing water beneath it, feeling a little disinterested.

The eyes of the Xuanyue Beast were so good that it could see clearly through the heavy rain and hundreds of miles away. The old man went to be the boss and vented his anger on Wugui.

Feng Yaya followed Wugui to class early, and no one noticed that she was gone.

I really want to die here, so dead that I can't save him anymore. When they find out, it's too late, and I want them to hold his body and cry loudly, regretting it so much.

On the main peak of Qingyuan Mountain, the voice of the dead old Taoist came out sonorously and forcefully: "On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the old Taoist will hold a ceremony for accepting disciples at Tinghai Lake. I hope all of you will come and bear witness!"

The camel's heart is as gray as death.

Dozens of golden lights shot out in all directions from Qingyuan Mountain. This was Ge Laodao inviting other friends to come and support him.

He has never taught an apprentice in his life. Even his own son was thrown into the sword-washing pond and asked to be accepted by his friends as apprentices. The little Taoist boys who serve him now are all nominally his son's Taoist boys.

He has never accepted a disciple before, and he will never do so in the future.

Only the dragon turtle is special.
Chapter completed!