The disciple on the side said: "Island owner, Bai Yanli has not been registered in the lecture hall."

Someone not far away said, "Or a pseudonym..."

Tang Wanqiu, who was standing beside him, answered, "Furious, what place do you think of as Qinglong Island, where you are allowed to mix in with a pseudonym? If it wasn't for the real name, it wouldn't appear on the roster at all!"

As soon as she opened her mouth, the people around her instinctively felt that something bad was about to happen. Sure enough, Bai Ji was furious when he heard this, and his hair and beard were all stretched out, "What do you mean?"

Chapter 43

Tang Wanqiu is not some kind of lady who doesn't leave the door. Just before this lecture hall started, she traveled abroad alone for many years. The technique of imperial shòu, and relying on the few large loaches they raised, almost half of the emperors in the West Taihang area. The old man married countless beautiful female cultivators and gave birth to more than ten children.

There is a saying that it is expensive and not too expensive. None of Bai Ji’s more than ten children became talents. Either they fell by accident, or their cultivation was not enough, and their lifespan was exhausted. See who he's going overboard.

It's like a real thing crying grandson now!

Could it be that he can't even count on his eyeballs, but also on his eye sockets?

Tang Wanqiu didn't get angry, and was about to choke, but the island owner waved his hand and stopped her from continuing to rub the fire.

I just listened to the gentleman of the island master and said politely: "The disciples are young, they say nothing, and there are a lot of masters in the palace. Don't care about the juniors. I think it's more important to find Lingsun. This time, the names of all the people in the lecture hall are recorded in the book. , Ling Sun did not stay in the lecture hall, or he was curious for a while, and later felt that the cultivation method taught on the island was unattractive, and it was impossible to leave on his own - but since he has been here, someone must have seen it, if the White House The Lord has a portrait of Lingsun, and I can send a disciple to help the Lord of the White House ask questions on the island."

After listening to Yan Zhengming, he was a little impressed by the belly of the island owner. As the head of his family, he was a half-way monk, and he often did some inappropriate things in his life. He only remembered regrets after each incident. He held Cheng Qian's wrist while dividing The god listened, and said to Cheng Qian smoothly: "If someone makes a long worm in our back mountain and water pool, I will definitely not reason with them and fight it out, let alone help them find someone."

Cheng Qian didn't seem to hear the reflection and disapproval in Yan Zhengming's words, and he followed his voice and said, "It's time to fight."

Yan Zhengming glared at him. They usually gather true energy and exercise the meridians, and they can understand a little bit of pulse. He found out that Cheng Qian had an unexplained internal injury in addition to the flesh wound, and he was so angry that he slapped him hard behind the back. With a slap in the face, he said angrily, "If you don't adjust your breath, how come there is so much nonsense?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

What about conscience? He said a total of two words.

However, before he could refute, a warm current passed through Yan Zhengming's palm on his back, straight into his limbs, and turned around gently. Cheng Qian couldn't help but narrow his eyes, but his youthful heart , refused to admit that the feeling of being taken care of by the senior brother was very ironic, and only muttered: "It's a lot of work."

Having said that, he finally let go of the hand that had been holding the frost blade all the way, concentrated on concentrating his mind, and meditated on the Jingjing Sutra.

The so-called don't hit the smiling face, let alone the smiling face of the level of the island owner, regardless of whether Bai Ji is sincere for his grandson or has ulterior motives, after listening to his words, it is not good to act too much. Reluctantly, he said politely: "Yes, please also ask the island owner to atone for his sins, all the old children have fallen, and only such a poor grandson is left, it is really..."

The island owner shook his head with his unique sad smile, and said generously: "It is human nature, and I will invite the portrait of Lingsun out, and let the disciples inquire more. The island is about to test the skills of the unskilled disciples, and if the White House master is willing to take the time to give some pointers, it will be an inexhaustible blessing for them."

Not to mention Baiji's dignified westward palace lord, even if he is a donkey, the island lord will let the island lord follow him in a few words at this time.

Bai Ji lowered his head, and his eyes rolled a few times. Because he was involuntarily taken away by the island owner, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious - the White House owner, who is full of gold, came all the way to the East China Sea, not for his sake. Even the name has to think of the grandson for a while.

Cheng Qian closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, but heard it from the beginning to the end. He has the ability to catch all the clues and think about the bad, but at this time, he has turned several turns in his heart, thinking: "It must not be so easy to end, otherwise Why did the island owner send someone to escort us away as soon as the island was in chaos?"

What does the island owner know? Who is that sneaky Zhou Hanzheng? Are all the masked people with the surname Zhou? Why didn't the island owner find an excuse to kill that Zhou Hanzheng?

Also, why did Tang Wanqiu warn them not to mention Fuyao outside?

Why is Xueqing...

As soon as Cheng Qian thought of Xueqing, his heart was overturned, and Yan Zhengming, who was helping him to regulate his breath, immediately felt it, seeing his face suddenly like golden paper, cold sweat soaked on his temples, lest his internal injuries would be strange, and it would suddenly be difficult to keep his face straight, busy He gathered Cheng Qian and said in a low voice, "Xiao Qian, what's the matter?"

Cheng Qian felt extremely uncomfortable, but intuitively this was not a good time for their sect to be involved. He swallowed the words alone, but said in a low voice, "Go back and tell you."

At this time, Bai Ji had no choice at the urging of the island owner. He had no choice but to point to the sky, and a light cloud of white smoke flew from his fingertips, and then a phantom of a real-life youth appeared in the air. The young man's face was blurred, floating in the air, with big eyes and small eyes for a while, but he didn't look like a person, so it could be seen that Bai Ji might not be able to remember what his "baby grandson" looked like.

Bai Ji's face was a little embarrassed, and he said reluctantly, "This is my inferior grandson. If you have seen him recently, I hope you will let me know."

The island owner glanced at Tang Wanqiu. Tang Wanqiu looked at the young man and shook his head solemnly.

The island owner said: "Okay, I will invite the image of Daoist Bai Xiao to the arena tomorrow. Whether it's the disciples, or the fellow cultivators in the lecture hall, you will naturally have a share when you see it. It's getting late today. Let's go to rest."

Seeing that the night attack of the west palace had become a huge dumb pào, all the disciples also wanted to put away their weapons.

At this moment, the clinker mutates and regenerates.

I saw a figure suddenly burst out, rushed straight towards Bai Ji, was swept away by Bai Ji, the mighty true essence, and hit a big tree with his back. The white robe is probably a loose cultivator, and his cultivation base is not very high. This time he knocked out half of his life. He used both hands and feet, and crawled towards Bai Ji step by step with blood marks, and shouted: "Palace Lord Help! White House! Lord, I, I know the young master!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was taken aback. After all, judging from the portrait given by Bai Ji, it is not easy to recognize the mother when she came, let alone someone who is not similar.

Bai Ji just used the disappearance of his grandson as an excuse. Hearing this, he was shocked for a while. He immediately put away his coercion and instructed his followers to help the loose cultivator up. He also took two steps forward, pretending to be pleasantly surprised. He grabbed the loose cultivator's arm: "What, what did you say? Have you seen Yanli?"

Under the watchful eyes of the scattered cultivator, disregarding the man's gold under his knees, he knelt to the ground with a "pop" and cried bitterly, "Brother Bai has been killed, it must be my turn next!"

The folds between the island lord's brows deepened, and he stepped forward slightly and said, "What's your name? Are you also a fellow Daoist who is studying in the lecture hall? Don't rush to say it, I'll call someone to heal you first."

His words fell, and the Sanxiu's face was so frightened that he was so frightened that he hid behind Bai Ji and said, "Palace Lord, help."

This attitude is to treat the island owner as a flood.

Although Bai Ji didn't know why, he vaguely sensed something, so he deliberately said loudly, "What's going on, tell me."

The two scattered cultivators were fighting, barely able to stand upright, and shiveringly hid themselves among the disciples of the westward palace, and then said in a trembling voice: "We found out that there are people on this island who are cultivating souls and cultivating ghosts. To start with those of us who have no bottom line, Brother Bai secretly told me that he would thoroughly investigate the matter, and then report it to the island owner, and the result, the result... He was sucked in by that ghost cultivator's soul-eating lamp."

How long can ordinary souls persist in refining without the ultimate cultivation base and the perseverance that is rare in the world? And once it is refined, it will never be supernatural, and the three souls and seven souls will become the puppets of others, not even reincarnated, and can only wait for the ashes to disappear. Hearing this, Bai Ji was finally aroused by a faint bloody feeling, and couldn't help but stunned.

Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Tang Wanqiu had already taken the lead and asked, "Who do you think that ghost repair is?"

Her voice was earth-shattering, and the Sanxiu screamed, and she sat on the ground with her buttocks in fright, her whole body almost turned into an upside down, rubbing against the ground again and again, and said in a mess: "Don't kill me, island owner, don't Kill me...the White House Lord save me!"

There are so many meanings in this sentence that Tang Wanqiu could understand it no matter how much he slammed it. Broom brows immediately raised, "You said that the island owner is that soul-sucking ghost cultivator? It's just nonsense!"

However, other than her, no one dared to be so righteous, and the disciples were nothing. Those scattered cultivators on the outskirts of Qinglong Island all exploded—isn't the ghost cultivator a ghost? Speaking of which, the island owner's expression of being haggard and frowning is really a bit... No wonder he is in seclusion all year round!

Thinking about it again, when Xianshi first opened, didn’t the monks encounter a big ghost cultivator on their way across the East China Sea?

Even in the magic way, ghost repair is a very cool and rare kind. It is unlikely that you will encounter one in eighteen years.

Since he appeared nearby, the Great Demon Cultivator might not be a fellow of the great power on the island, or even the incarnation of a great power.

Tang Wanqiu couldn't bear it any longer and said, "What kind of waste are you? Even if the island master trains souls, is it your turn to be lowly cultivated people? Wouldn't it be better to arrest me?"