Chapter 922

Just as Gu Fenghua was ecstatic, Tianquan stood up again.

"Master, be careful." Seeing that Tianquan was still a little vain at his feet, Qiu Mingxuan quickly held his arm.

"Can the old man do it or not?" Seeing this, a young monk finally asked.

"Nonsense, if you want to do it, as for the injury like this, the wall is almost collapsed by him." Said the nearby saint, with a curl of his lips.

"I thought it was too much to hear him boast just now. That's what he was capable of."

"The perfect old man turned out to be an old boaster."

"It seems that elder martial sister Fenghua is right. There are a lot of arrogant and self righteous people in this matter." Others thought of Gu Fenghua's previous words and nodded their heads as if they were thinking.

"Shh, don't talk about it. Beating people doesn't hurt their face. Swearing people doesn't expose their faults. Others are so old. You know, they can't be shameful, but we can't be shameful." A kind-hearted and simple spirited nun advised that she was the gossip girl who was highly valued by the Lord of the temple.

Ding Qinghe and Gao Yangbo are black lines. If you want to respect the old and love the young, you should say it earlier. Is it still useful to say it now? You still have a face. It's even worse when you say that, you know?

"Get out of here." With a black face, Tianquan pushes Qiu Mingxuan aside, and then continues to walk towards the Expo.

Although the voices of the young saints were not loud, they were still heard clearly, especially the last sentence.

Tianquan was so angry that he wanted to jump, but he also knew that it was no wonder that other people would have been so sarcastic if he hadn't boasted in advance. He knows one thing better. If Fang Shibo and Xie Huaiyuan can't be cured today, his old face will be completely lost.

A few steps to the side of the Expo, he once again made fingerprints.

"Master Tianquan, why don't you take a rest first." Ding Qinghe and Gao Yangbo exhort with one voice.

They can see that most of the old man is unable to cure the Lord of the temple. Xie Chang is old. At this time, it's just a matter of face. If you force your hand again, I'm afraid it will be worse than just now.

Think about his previous overbearing and rude, of course they don't care about his life or death, but the Lord of the temple and Xie Huaiyuan were seriously injured. At this time, they are already relying on life yuan to support them. If the old man fails, they will lose more than they gain.

"Shut up. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. I've failed several times. I'm afraid you've already laughed." Tianquan finally found a chance to vent his anger and yelled at them.

Ding Qinghe and Gao Yangbo gave a wry smile. Of course, they knew that the reason why Tianquan was so angry was because of the sarcastic remarks around him. But no wonder they had their mouths on others. They could control others for a while, but they couldn't control others for a lifetime.

What's more, if you don't speak your own crazy words, but you lose one after another, who dares to say that you are not half of them? You have to blame yourself.

"The two elders don't need to persuade any more. Anyway, he has only this means. He wants to let him try, so as not to put the responsibility of failure on us." Gu Fenghua said suddenly.

When it comes to pushing responsibility, she naturally looks at Qiu Mingxuan, full of sarcasm.

"What did you say?" How could old Tianquan not understand her sarcasm and glare at Gu Fenghua.