At the foot of the mountain.

An old man in Confucian shirt was hunched over and strolled on the mountain road with his feet light.

Beside him was a middle-aged man supporting his arm.

"The Immortal Cultivation Academy is indeed not a good place for you, and staying here is also good." The old man said softly.

"Teacher, I have something unknown to me."

"But it's okay."

"Then I won't say it."

"Hmm?" the old man was stunned.

"If you don't have a house, you may not be able to marry a wife." The middle-aged man rubbed his nose and said with a smile.

The old man was stunned and looked at the disciples around him with a complicated look. This was his most proud disciple, but now he is depressed and unsuccessful. Perhaps there are reasons for him, but more of the reason is that the disciple himself. The path under his feet is chosen by himself. Some people choose the wrong ones and will be lost. However, some people take the wrong ones. However, for the so-called way, they have to go all the way to the darkness and overcome all obstacles, and they are willing to be scarred.

"It seems that you have some insights today if you can say such words." The old man sighed, "If you could get to know Xiao Yao earlier, maybe you would be more open-minded."

Middle-aged men also feel a lot of emotion.

"Although he is my student, I always feel that being his teacher is the greatest opportunity for me."

Then, the middle-aged man continued, "And since I met him, I suddenly felt that life was pretty good. At least, I had someone to protect, but I was too weak."

"so what?"

"So I'm here." The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with glitter and he said calmly, "Look, that boy beat Wu You from the Wu family, so Wu You's grandfather and father have all come. The boy killed Yang Xuan of the Poison Sect. Yang Xuan's father Yang Nu went to seek revenge on him. He killed the guardian of the Nine Yang Sect, so the leader of the Nine Yang Sect came out of seclusion. I always feel that this is wrong."

"What's wrong?" The old man raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I think this is all the children's own business. If their children can't beat my students, they have to pinch their noses and accept it. Why do they beat the smaller ones and the larger ones and look for them? Isn't it just bullying Gao Ge without a backstage? Those people who are blessed with nostrils all over the world always feel that although my student is talented, they are still a distance away from them. They can play whatever they want. Is this really the case? I think they are wrong to do this."

The old man's pace is gradually accelerating.

The middle-aged man also increased his speed.

"He Youniang was bullied. He went to Shanxi without saying a word, just to vent his anger for his students. At first I thought this was wrong, but later I felt that if this was wrong, there would be nothing right in the world. He is also my student. I am a teacher, and because of him, he became the vice president of Haicheng Immortal Academy. That position is really like a needle and needle. I touched my chest several times and asked myself, am I worthy? Why am I?"

The old man stopped.

The middle-aged man continued to run on the mountain road.

The distance between the two was obviously being pulled apart, but the voice of the middle-aged man still lingers in the old man's ears.

"So, I'm here today."

"I want to talk to those old guys."

"I have to let them understand that Gao Ge is not alone."

"I have to let them know that my Liu Zhongyi's student is not the weeds on the roadside."

"Teacher, you once told me that if the reason is too much, it's okay. At worst, you can roll up your sleeves and be damn hard."

"Today, I, Liu Zhongyi, uphold the words of the saint, and cover up the wind and rain for my disciples."

Among the woods.

Ruddy.

Countless sounds travel through the woods.

There were also dozens of gazes staring firmly at the two people on the mountain road.

Close your eyes and you can hear the sound of swords and roars.

Lou Zhoutian stopped and looked at his apprentice who was getting farther away. His expression was filled with relief.

"Nine Yang Sect, three hundred people, one grandmaster, two grandmasters. Poison Sect, fifty people, three thousand poisonous creatures, the Wu family, one hundred people, Xiaoshan Sword Sect, two grandmasters..."

After a long time, Lou Zhoutian slowly opened his eyes.

"Apart from those who are already on the mountain, are those in the forest waiting for the above to stop and rush up to kill the people of the Star Clan?" Lou Zhoutian sneered, "There are only these people saying... too few."

The back of the middle-aged man became more and more generous.

A ray of white light enveloped the whole body.

"This is..." In the distance, another guardian of the Nine Yang Sect suddenly widened his eyes.

"Dharma Protector, who is that person?"

"Liu Zhongyi, the disciple of Zhou Tian, ​​the Immortal Academy Building." The Grand Master and Dharma Protector frowned.

Don't know why.

He suddenly realized that a terrifying miracle was spreading on the guy named Liu Zhongyi.

suddenly.

A light of inspiration flashed through his mind and his face changed drastically.

"Not good, run!"

"Ah? The Protector, isn't the Sect Master already on the way? We are going to evacuate?"

The great master and Dharma protector had no intention of explaining these things. He had rushed down the mountain at an extremely fast speed, as if he wanted to leave this place in the shortest time.

The middle-aged man named Liu Zhongyi on the mountain road stopped slowly. He turned around and looked down at the hundreds of people hiding in the jungle, with a sneer on his face.

After a long time, his eyes tightened, he stretched out a finger, and wrote a word out of thin air.

No thicker or pen.

The spirit replaces the spirit.

"punish."

Silently recite it in your mouth, and follow the Dharma when speaking.

In an instant, the wind blew, the treetops rustled, and thousands of pine needles came from afar.

"Disciple Liu Zhongyi has wasted half his life, not yet had a strong and righteous spirit, never understood the words of a saint, and never understood the intention of a gentleman. Today, he is willing to give up fifty years of life in exchange for the realm of a Confucian saint, sing for my disciples, and sweep away the evil spirits in the world!"

Raise your hand and drop it.

The pine needles fell down like deadly needles, passing through the woods.

Screams of screams were heard.

He turned around and continued to move forward, took one step forward, his body soared into the air, and a beam of light fell vertically from the sky, covering it again, looking not far away, the old man holding a white lantern in his hand hummed softly.

"Destroy."

In an instant.

A gust of wind hit.

The bright white lotus that the lotus elder hangs in the air instantly loses its halo.

"broken!"

There was a "bang".

The lanterns shattered in response to the sound, and pieces of paper flew in the air.

"Is it worth it?" Lou Zhoutian raised his neck, looked at the people in the sky, and asked softly.

His eyes fell on him, and he was still respectful. When he spoke, Lou Zhoutian could clearly sense the pleasure and freedom in the other party's tone, and the firmness in his eyes.

"Teacher, I may not be entirely for him."
Chapter completed!