"Han Xiaoyu, I will allow you to join my Purple Qi Sect today. From now on, you will be the inner disciple of my Purple Qi Sect!"

At this moment, Sima Qingyun, who had not spoken, showed a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and then said lightly.

"Thank you, Xiansheng!!"

Han Xiaohuan didn't expect that all this would come so suddenly. She had stopped this thought since they failed outside the Ganyun Gate.

But I didn't expect that when she was least hopeful, all this came as promised.

"Um?"

Sima Qingyun looked at Han Xiaohuan and nodded with a smile.

Han Xiaohuan immediately understood and changed his words to the Supreme Elder.

"Xiaohuan, why are you here? What happened?"

Mr. Han looked at Han Xiaohuan with a happy face and felt a little strange in his heart.

"Grandpa, from today on, I will be an inner disciple of the Purple Qi Sect of the first-class sect!"

Han Xiaohuan looked proudly at the old man who raised him since childhood, but there was no warmth in his eyes, but instead he felt condescending.

"Since the old man is the closest relative of my disciples, he will be spared from the past!"

Sima Qingyun looked at Han Erye and said lightly.

"Yes, but I am the leader!"

Zhou Zhen dared not show any dissatisfaction. After all, he and Han Xiaoyu were together, and the bloody affection between relatives was irrelevant to them.

The rope on Han Erye was untied, and he looked at Han Xiaoyu who was standing aside at this moment in surprise.

Although Mr. Han has no cultivation, his age determines that he is more accurate in seeing certain things than ordinary people.

Han Xiaohuan has become a little unfamiliar now, and even a hint of contempt was seen in his eyes.

"Tell me, what the hell happened?"

Mr. Han walked step by step to Han Xiaoyu and stared at the only bone and blood that he had treasured for more than ten years.

"Rareless, although you are my elder, how dare you be so rude in front of the immortal chief of the sect?"

Han Xiaoyu's face changed. She was afraid that Sima Qingyun would be unhappy because of this. Although she was already an inner disciple of the Purple Qi Sect, she knew that it was just a sentence from Sima Qingyun.

"Play..."

In a fit of anger, Han Erye slapped Han Xiaoyu twice.

The people present, including Xiao Long, were all watching everything that was happening in front of him.

Although Han Xiaoyu's identity has changed, anyone with a discerning eye can see that she is just a tool used by these people.

"What a courage, do you dare to hit me?"

Han Xiaoyu felt a scorching pain coming from her face, and looked at the grandfather who had once depended on each other with a ferocious expression.

"Tell me what happened!"

Mr. Han stared at Han Xiaoyu without fear. Suddenly, at this moment, he felt that everything became so strange.

"Han Xiaoyu offended the sect and the immortal chief wants her to die, so she will never be able to live!"

After all, Han Xiaohuan still had a little scruple in his heart. Although he did not attack Han Erye, his eyes were full of coldness.

"What?! You want...I understand!"

Han Zhuang was shocked and then suddenly understood that they brought themselves to this place to use them to deal with Han Xiaoyu.

"You want to attack Xiaoyu? Are you crazy?!"

A trace of old tears oozed in Han Erye's eyes. Under the sound of hatred, he raised his palm and fell to Han Xiaohuan's face again.

Rumble!

Unexpectedly, not only did this time not hit Han Xiaohuan, but Han Erye was also knocked out by Han Xiaohuan with a palm, hitting a pillar in the hall, and bleeding blood.

"I am now a master of the sect. Don't be too presumptuous!"

Han Xiaohuan looked at the old man with a desolate expression and said coldly.

Not only did the people around him show a look of surprise, but even the elders of the sect who were cold by nature could not help but be stunned.

There are actually such cruel and ruthless people in the world who don’t even let go of their closest relatives.

"Haha, young master, Han Er can't afford you!"

Mr. Han smiled miserably, then turned around and hit the stone pillar in the inner hall, and his head broke.

"Uncle Han, I'll call you again Uncle Han. As long as you can trick Xiaoyu out of the palace, I guarantee..."

Han Xiaohuan walked up to Han Zhuang and tried to convince this man who was already extremely stubborn.

"Haha, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it!"

Han Zhuang sneered and looked at Han Xiaohuan who was almost unrecognizable in front of him.

"why are you laughing?!"

Han Xiaohuan was stimulated by Han Zhuang's eyes to a nerve, and then the spirit sword in his hand moved and instantly put it on Han Zhuang's neck.

Han Zhuang looked at Han Xiaohuan with cold eyes, then closed his eyes.

It's such a big joke to let him harm Han Xiaoyu!

Han Xiaohuan, who was making a fuss in his heart, was about to take action, but the spiritual sword in his hand shattered without warning!

Sima Qingyun stood up, walked to Han Zhuang, and looked carefully at the man who was emitting ordinary whole body but gave him a strange feeling.

"If you can let Han Xiaoyu walk out of the palace, I promise not to hurt her a single hair!"

How could Sima Qingyun not know what Ren Wuyang knew? In order to threaten Xiao Bieli, it is one thing. Han Xiaoyu's talent, even their Purple Qi Sect, could not ignore it.

"Yeah?"

Han Nobita raised his head and faced this big man who could rank among the sects, without any fear in his eyes.

"My Sima Qingyun is even more ashamed to tell you an ordinary person!"

Sima Qingyun shook his long gown and said lightly.

However, Han Zhuang sneered. Nine years ago, the cultivator who brought countless sword immortals to Shangyu Village also said this to him.

But nine years have passed, but he never saw the gentle woman again.

"Okay, you guys take me to the imperial city, I will convince Xiaoyu!"

Han Zhuang seemed to be a little moved by Sima Qingyun's opinion, and then said to Sima Qingyun in front of him.

Han Xiaohuan's heart moved, as if he noticed something was wrong, but when he saw Sima Qingyun's attitude, he never said anything more.

"Okay, as long as that girl can really help us complete the plan, I will go to the head of the school and ask him to take your daughter to the disciple and be a personal disciple."

Sima Qingyun suppressed the joy in his heart and then said in a gentle tone.

However, when he said this, Han Xiaohuan's face changed again and again.

She came here with great difficulty, wagging her tail like a dog, and in the end she was just an inner disciple.

Han Xiaoyu repeatedly provoked the authority of the sect, but the results she got were very different from her.

Han Xiaoyu's heart, which was originally high and above, had completely fallen into the mortal world at that moment.

If Han Xiaoyu really agreed to Sima Qingyun's request because of Han Zhuang, then in her eyes, the gap between Han Xiaoyu and her has never changed.

This is exactly what this woman cannot accept the most.

In the school, she is a disciple of the Pavilion, while Han Xiaoyu is a disciple of the ancestor, on an equal footing with the palace master.

At this moment, she entered the sect first, and it was the first-class sect Purple Qi Sect. She originally thought that the gap between them would change as she entered the sect.

But he didn't expect that Sima Qingyun's words completely drove her into the abyss.

The master sect's personal sect is a person who directly entered the sect's cabinet and is likely to win the Purple Qi Sect in the future.

And what she came after working hard to pray was just an inner disciple who didn't even know who the master was.

The gap between the two has not narrowed, but is particularly good compared to when he was at Qingxia Academy.

Han Xiaoyu, who lowered her head, had a more ferocious expression on her face.

So what if you become the inner sect of the Purple Qi Sect, what if you become Xiao Long’s imperial concubine?

These incredible identities in the eyes of the people in Shangyu Village are an indelible shame for Han Xiaohuan at this moment.

"Since that's the case, it's not advisable. Let's go to Qianyun Gate now!"

Sima Qingyun waved his hand and the group rushed towards the palace in a mighty manner.

But none of them saw the dead aura emitted from Han Zhuang's eyes when he left the villa.

...

In a house not far from Yuejian Palace.
To be continued...