Chapter 294 (1/2)

After talking, Qi Guang waited for the other party's reply and offered such conditions. He really didn't believe that the other party could refuse.

After a while, Zeng Qiu replied with a strange look: ”I'm afraid... I'm afraid it's not necessary for the time being. Our leader Xiang is just friar jiedan.”

”Well, no need. Do you know how valuable the guidance of real person's great power is... For a nine turn friar, this... Well, what do you say? He's just in the period of Dan knot?” Qi Guang answered smoothly, and suddenly his eyes stared.

Just the end of the pill period? Then why is the whole Fuyu sect dominated by him? Although the door is rubbish, at least there are several yuan babies who rotate nine times. Can't this guy really have any backstage?

But on second thought, what about a jiedan friar, even with the background of Jing Mo? He was born in wanjian Pavilion, the real first door in northern China, and Jing Mo may not dare to offend himself!

Over there, Zeng Qiu said impressively, ”yes, leader Xiang is only at the end of the Dan period. The real person's guidance is really useless...”

He was sneering in his heart. If boss Xiang was there, he would have slapped him. Your master is just a real person. Do you want to point him out? The boss's background is a supreme disciple!

Among all the people, he and Chu Xuan who know Xiang Yang's background the best also have the most confidence in him. How can the supreme disciple have few means to protect his life? If Xiang Yang really had an accident, it has been a year now. His master is afraid to kill him long ago...

Qi Guang's eyes turned cold: ”then what do you mean, the floating jade sect doesn't want to?”

Zeng Qiu said with a wry smile, ”this elder, how can we make decisions for him if the envoy is not here?”

Qi Guang stopped paying attention to him and looked at Hu Shan, who had been standing in front of the little girl: ”younger martial brother Hu, what do you mean?”

”Hu Baobao, he's bad silver. I'm not going with him...”

The little girl was very clever. She had already heard that the guy in front of her was going to take him away. She held Hu Shan tightly with her little hand and said wrongly.

The little guy's voice was very delicate. Hu Shan sighed, gently shook her little hand and signaled her to rest assured. Then Han Sheng said, ”elder martial brother Qi, Wan Jian Pavilion is the first sect in northern China. You can't forcibly seize people's disciples, can you?”

Qi Guang took a deep look at him and suddenly smiled: ”OK, OK! Everything is good! In that case, there's nothing to say! As a disciple of wanjian Pavilion, I naturally won't take people. But today, I'm seeking justice for the empty mulberry gate. Um... Let's start the competition mentioned earlier! If the Fuyu sect loses, move out of here for me!”

The friars of the empty sangmen nearby were relieved. When Qi Guang wanted to accept disciples on behalf of the teacher, they were still a little nervous. They were afraid that the commander would leave them alone for the sake of the little girl. However, they didn't expect that the Fuyu sect was so ignorant, but it was also guilty and could not live.

First, the jiedan friar stood up and threw his fist at the polite people around him. Then he waved his hand and summoned a mallet like magic weapon: ”in the underground light of xiakong sangmen, I don't know who came out to give advice?”

All friars of Fuyu sect were silent. Zeng Qiu and Dan Ding looked at each other and sighed. I'm afraid we can't do well today. Even if the disciples of jiedan period win, what can we do? The last two games were a steady loss...

Do you just watch zongmen humiliated? Driven down the mountain?

Brother Jing was not afraid at all. He stared at the nine turn monk of the empty mulberry door with narrow eyes and muttered: ”the old man's cultivation is too high. I guess I can't beat him, but if I can hit him a few times, I can earn some original... Alas, if I let the old man practice for hundreds of years, I can beat out his green shit... What a pity...”

He murmured there in a very low voice, but how sensitive was the monk at the end of the ninth turn? It wasn't far away. The old man's angry face turned white at the end of the ninth turn of the empty mulberry door. He almost didn't hold it. He rushed directly to beat him first.