"Mountain...Mountain God?!" Fan Tong's appearance immediately caused a storm in the Lingxiao Palace. Sun Kangyou and others, who had just looked fierce, had their faces full of horror.

This is the first time that Fan Tong appeared in front of others except Zhao Qingshan. There is no doubt that Fan Tong, dressed in a mountain god, brought too much shock to Sun Kangyou, Chang Songzi and others.

Unfortunately, Fan Tong was originally a fool. Even though he became much more flexible after being transformed by Zhao Qingshan, it was still difficult to change his stern nature of doing things.

He could clearly give a great gift to Zhao Qingshan at this time to highlight Zhao Qingshan's tall image and lofty status in an invincible flattery opportunity, but he unconsciously let it go.

Fan Tong looked solemn, raised the three-pointed immortal soldier in his hand, and pointed lightly at Sun Kangyou and others in an understatement. Hundreds of vines emerged from the cracks in the Lingxiao Palace, and almost in the blink of an eye, twenty-four people including Sun Kangyou and others were tied into rice dumplings.

Zhao Qingshan glanced at Chang Songzi, who was shocked beside him, and his eyes finally froze on Sun Kangyou's face and asked faintly: "The mastermind who intercepted and beat me the Qingyunguan sect halfway, but you?"

"No...not me..." Fan Tong's sudden appearance was so scary that Sun Kangyou was stunned. Sun Kangyou, who was airing in his heart, dared not admit that this matter was arranged by himself? He was tied up by a vine and hung in the air, shaking his head like a rattle, "It's really not me, it's all done by themselves, it really has nothing to do with me!"

"Oh." Zhao Qingshan nodded and said to Fan Tong: "If you make some bamboo thorns, it seems that you don't give them any real things. I really think that my compassion is flooded."

"Little God understand." Fan Tong grinned and danced the three-pointed immortal soldier in his hand. A white light lit up at the top of the three-pointed immortal soldier. One by one, the bamboos cut by the oblique knife appeared densely under the bodies of Sun Kangyou and others.

Zhao Qingshan smiled and asked Sun Kangyou patiently again: "Is it your mastermind?"

"No... it's not me, it's really not me!" The appearance of the bamboo joint made Sun Kangyou's face turn pale. He twisted his body hard and tried to escape from the area covered by the bamboo joint. His voice trembled and shouted: "I'm wrong, I admit it! Let me go, let me go!"

"Hmph, you won't cry until you see the coffin." Zhao Qingshan snorted.

Fan Tong understood and pointed to Sun Kangyou who was hanging there in the air with the three-fork immortal weapon. The vines tied to Sun Kangyou quickly retracted, and Sun Kangyou, who had lost the support of the vines, fell directly from the air towards the bamboo joints all over the ground!

"Ah..." A scream of extreme fear instantly spread throughout the Lingxiao Palace.

Just as Sun Kangyou was about to hit the bamboo joint and was inserted into a hole, a vine wrapped around his ankle at a speed that was lightning speed, barely fixed him to a position less than one meter from the ground, and a smelly urine slid down his face.

Zhao Qingshan stood there and asked faintly: "This is just a warning, I will not be so lucky next time... Say, is it you who intercepted and beat my Qingyunguan sect halfway?"

"No……"

"Um?"

"Yes... it's me, so what if it's my mastermind?" Sun Kangyou's mood was a little out of control after being tossed by Zhao Qingshan. "You Qingyunguan, relying on the favor of the immortals and gods, broke into our territory and took away the ritual that originally belonged to us. If this continues, how can you let us live?!"

"I admit that I arranged for the disciple to beat him, but I don't know that he would take such a heavy hand! We are wrong, but are you right? Since ancient times, we are a Taoist priest standing in the division. Guangyuan Town is the temple of my Bailu Temple. Why should you take away our rituals from Qingyun Temple?!"

"Just because I, Qingyun Temple, have real skills, and you are just a group of wild Taoist priests who pretend to be a god and cheat people of money!" Zhao Qingshan frowned, and couldn't stand Sun Kangyou's reprimanding tone. He said coldly: "The rituals I handled by Qingyun Temple can be reported to the heavens and the underworld. Why do you have the ability to compare with my Qingyun Temple? It's because I, Qingyun Temple, snatched your rituals? It's really funny. If you have the ability, I welcome you to snatch the rituals back!"

"You..." Zhao Qingshan's words fully reflected the spirit that a shameless viewer should have. Sun Kangyou was so angry that his face turned pale, but he didn't know where to refute Zhao Qingshan's remarks.

Yes, who should handle the ritual? This is not something he can decide, but a decision made by the employer. They are willing to go up the mountain to ask the Taoist priests from Qingyunguan to go down the mountain to do the trick. This is not Qingyunguan’s fault... But why does it become more and more wrong when they think about it?

Sun Kangyou was hanging upside down there for a long time before gritting his teeth and saying, "Anyway, you shouldn't pick up the rituals of my Guangyuan Town. Do you know if you cross the boundary?!"

"When you go up the mountain, if you have eyes, you should have seen the couplet on the mountain gate?" Zhao Qingshan glanced at Sun Kangyou and said lightly: "My Qingyun Temple is the ancestral home of Taoism in the world. The Taoist temples that have not been registered with me Qingyun Temple are all uncounted... Where are you considered wild Taoist priests from? Do you have the preaching tokens sent to you by my Qingyun Temple?!"

"What?!" Zhao Qingshan's words immediately caused a strong backlash from Sun Kangyou and others. Sun Kangyou looked even more willing to do so and laughed loudly: "Hahaha... Taoist ancestral courtyard, I think you are crazy about gaining and losing. A small Longsu Mountain and a small Qingyun Temple dare to claim to be Taoist ancestral courtyard. Are you not afraid that the people from the Tianshi Mansion will come to take your life when they hear it?!"

"Haha..." Zhao Qingshan chuckled, but lost the interest in debate with Sun Kangyou. He waved his hand to Fan Tong and said, "Hang these twenty-four wild Taoists to the cliff of the back mountain, recite the Xuanyuan Sutra 999 times, and dared to escape until they finished reciting it, so he pulled them to bury them!"

"Yes, the little god understands!" Fan Tongyile finally found some fun.

When Sun Kangyou and others heard Zhao Qingshan's words, they were almost scared to incontinence... Since the transformation of Longsu Mountain, the back mountain is a cliff!

"Qingchengzi, you bastard!"

"Little thief Taoist priest, if I die, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"

"Shameless little thief, I have the will to let me down and fight alone, I..."

"Boom~!" Zhao Qingshan's hand was thrown out at random, and a ball of white light exploded in the air, and the air waves made the sound of Lingxiao Palace.

Squinted his eyes slightly, Zhao Qingshan smiled generously and said, "Want to fight alone? Come on."
Chapter completed!