The first elder didn't even look at the short and fat cultivator, and said to Zhuang Nanxi in a cold voice, "I haven't asked my nephew yet, who is the holy one you brought."

"Young Master? Could it be... Young Master Bian?" Zhuang Nanxi frowned and glanced at Cheng Qian. Although he saw that he was neither guilty nor afraid, he was still secretly worried.

One of the Four Sages, Xuanwu Hall Master Bian Xu, lives in the extreme north and has been away from the world for many years. Among the Four Sages, except for Xu Yingzhi, who was so arrogant in the past, he is the least fond of troubles. He is respectful and humble all his life. It is not as eye-catching as the master of Qinglong Island, the master of the world. It is a pity that it is not guaranteed in the evening, and it will be destroyed by his only son Bian Xiaohui.

If it is said that children are all debts, then Bian Xiaohui, the young master of Xuanwu Hall, must be a loan shark.

Bian Xiaohui's mother was plotted when she was pregnant, and almost died. He was a coffin that was cut out after his mother died, and he almost couldn't live. He had been nourished with various spiritual things in Xuanwu Hall for ten years before he was born with stumbling and stumbling. The hall master was exhausted for this, and he loved his life even more after birth. To rain and rain.

It's a pity, only if you don't come to cultivate.

He was born with insufficiency, his body was weak, most of the pills could not be digested, and when he practiced it was a little bit harder, he would cry for his father and mother. Only he practiced everything with half the effort, and was ridiculed by others in person and behind his back. Over time, his temperament became more and more surly.

This time, he didn't know who he was listening to. Bian Xiaohui decided that his practice was not beneficial, and it was Xiantian and Xuanwutang's practice that violated the practice. With a group of idiots who are not very useful, he left home privately, and ran all the way to the southern border, intending to try his luck at the Vermillion Bird Pagoda.

Bian Xiaohui had a good plan. The Suzaku Pagoda is only open for "destined people". It's probably just a gimmick. Who is qualified to enter the tower at this time?

The big deal is to beat to death those who dare to have a better fate than him, and the platoon is also his.

Bian Xiaohui has countless cultivators around Yujian, and he also brings two primordial spirits. There is no problem at all in crushing a group of rootless and bottomless cultivators. Unexpectedly, the unfortunate child's teeth were blocked when he drank cold water, and he could not enter the tower. Instead, he died in a foreign land by chance.

Zhuang Nanxi obviously heard about Bian Xiaohui's urination, and again recalled that in the dark prison of the magic city, Cheng Qian broke the unparalleled three swords of bàonüè when he broke the ban on magic cultivators, and felt sadly that this matter might be true.

With Bian Xiaohui's lack of wink, it really angered this senior who didn't have a good temper at first sight. He was slashed with a sword... It's really not uncommon.

One is the elder who can't afford to offend, and the other is the savior. Zhuang Nanxi feels that he is not a human being, so he has no choice but to apologise and say: "I think there is some misunderstanding in this? This senior Cheng singled out the demon. Cheng, Jian Zhan Huanxi Sect Master saved my life, how could he kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

The first elder ignored him, his sleeves fluttered, and in a blink of an eye he was five steps away from Cheng Qian, staring at Cheng Qian and said, "Can you recognize it?"

This seems to be the tone of Xing Shi's guilt. Zhuang Nanxi is afraid that Cheng Qian will explode on the spot, so he hurriedly persuades in a low voice: "You two have something to say."

Cheng Qian was silent for a moment - the chopping wood surnamed Bian was indeed chopped by his senior brother himself. Of course, he was already dead when he was possessed by an inner demon. It is his fourth junior brother who specializes in prodigal families, and the Fuyao faction cannot escape this gān wash no matter what.

God, who knew that Bian Xu, a tiger father, could give birth to such a lame pug son?

The revenge of killing their sons is here, and they also plan to find the secret words of Xuanwu Hall's main back to the ground lock... Cheng Qian thought of this, and suddenly felt heavy in his heart.

Master and his old man's mountain closure order seems to contain some kind of curse, so that every time they have a little hope, they will be pushed back into the abyss immediately.

Rao Shicheng was determined to be outstanding, and at this time he couldn't help but feel a little hesitant - is the Fuyao faction really exhausted? Isn't it...they are useless no matter how much they struggle?

The chubby monk shouted: "Only they have entered the Vermillion Bird Tower, and the young master has an accident in the Vermillion Bird Tower. Who are they?"

Cheng Qian glanced at him coldly, both of them were clearly Primordial Spirit cultivators, but the short fat man felt as if he was a frog being targeted by a snake, and shivered involuntarily.

Cheng Qian didn't admit or deny it, but said slowly, "This fellow Taoist is a Primordial Spirit cultivator, and he can't forcefully break into the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, and dare to act like your young master..."

Cheng Qian's voice paused subtly. Although his tone was polite, there was a hint of inappropriate sarcasm on the corners of his eyes and brows: "...How did someone who doesn't work very hard in cultivation enter the Vermillion Bird Pagoda before it opened?"

The chunky monk was startled.

Cheng Qian continued: "Furthermore, your group of thirty or forty people followed the young master of your sect, dare to ask how he slipped away under your nose?"

Hearing this, the first elder turned to the chubby cultivator and said dissatisfiedly, "What's going on?"

The chubby monk was at a loss for words, and he was indeed to blame for this, and his palms were sweating.

Cheng Qianjian stopped him, so he said rationally: "On the way to the southern border, we did have a conflict with the young master of your sect because of some trivial matters, but it was just that we were out and hurt people, and neither side did not give up. , I met each other at the time, and then they parted ways—this fellow Daoist, you said to the emperor and the queen, isn’t that so?”

Chunky monk: "This..."

The cultivator cultivated the way of heaven and earth, yīn yang, and the way of cause and effect, and he always swears that even if he is really shameless and has no taboos, he always stumbles involuntarily before saying anything to the emperor.

Zhuang Nanxi watched from the sidelines, and could not help but look at Cheng Qian carefully, and was a little surprised. He first thought that this person had such a high level of cultivation at a young age, but he looked a little cold, as if he was not very knowledgeable about the world. When people ask this question face to face, they can still show their affections in public, and they are very calm.

Having said this, Cheng Qian raised his eyebrows and raised his sleeves, showing a bit of arrogance appropriately: "Since I have let him go in person, why should I go to great lengths to kill him in the Vermillion Bird Pagoda? Who knows where he is the holy son or what? Grandson, is it possible that I kill him a little beginner cultivator, and I still have to sneak it?"

Although the first elder felt that there was some truth in what he said, his face was still heavy - he was a little embarrassed that others were arrogant in front of him.

Cheng Qian said: "I did see the young master of the noble faction in the Vermilion Bird Tower, but he had already become a puppet of the inner demon and had no time to live - if the elders are free, it is better to ask your own disciples, the young master of your own family. Possessed by inner demons, why don't you know anything about it?"

As soon as these words came out, the chubby cultivator suddenly realized that his crime was more serious, his mind changed suddenly, and he shied the responsibility without choosing any words: "Zhu... The Vermillion Bird Pagoda has been standing for a hundred years, why does it happen that as soon as you enter, there is the Vermillion Bird Pagoda How do you know if you have anything to do with that demon cultivator?"

This is simply bullshit.

Even Zhuang Nanxi couldn't stand it anymore, he stepped forward and said, "Elder, I guarantee this Senior Cheng that with his character, he will never have anything to do with those devils. The devils have come out in full force to bring disaster to the world. Our top priority should be with the enemy. How can we fight against each other in private? The younger generation is also deeply saddened by the matter of Young Master Bian. Now that the misunderstanding has been clarified, why not discuss together to resist the devil? The matter of dragon blood debt and blood repayment?"

This young man from White Tiger Villa must have read some books, and he speaks in a certain way, which is very inspiring.

Seeing that a conflict was eliminated in a few words.

The first elder listened to his words, his expression softened a little, glanced at Cheng Qian, and snorted coldly: "In this case, the disciples have neglected their duties."

The first elder is now more than a thousand years old, and he is the top power in the mortal world. Because he is impatient with vulgar affairs, he hangs an idle elder under the Xuanwu Hall. The four saints will give him three points. This old immortal is used to being the only one who respects me. I always feel that "Heaven is the eldest and he is the second."

After Cheng Qian's defense, and Zhuang Nanxi's side to smooth things out, the first elder has basically believed this statement, but he is still a little uncomfortable - there is no other reason, just because of Cheng Qian's attitude towards him from beginning to end All are not humble. Over the years, who has seen him disrespectfully, for fear of panting and taking the wrong shot? To what extent can the little Yuanshen, who has been around for a hundred years in front of him, be so ecstatic? Dare to rely on the cultivation base not to take the Xuanwu Hall in your eyes?

The first elder naturally despised Bian Xiaohui, just like he despised the domestic mixed-haired dog, but even if the beast was a dog, he couldn't give a casual kick to outsiders.

Although Cheng Qian was not the murderer, he seemed to have cleaned up Bian Xiaohui.

The first elder said: "Forget it, since you are not guilty of death, the old man will impose a slight punishment, and teach you young people to know that the sky is high and the earth is thick!"

Before the words of these magnanimous remarks fell, Cheng Qian felt a force of real energy that he had never seen before pressing down in the air. As soon as knelt down, vomited blood.

Cheng Qian realized that he had been polite, but he didn't expect that there were really people in the world who were shameless.

He did not dodge immediately, and resisted it.

The two men collided in the air, and although they didn't do their best, there was still a circle of flying sand and rocks around.

Zhuang Nanxi knows how sour the elder's face is and how unreasonable people are. If Cheng Qian suffers serious injuries this time, he may be fine, but he doesn't buy it. .

Zhuang Nanxi immediately screamed badly in his heart.

Sure enough, when the first elder was counterattacked, he was mad, and laughed in anger: "Good boy, I see how crazy you are!"