"Well, I'm sure you'll cultivate well, and you won't fall into the name of my yelangzong. You'll just have a good look, my Lord." Tang junhou nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice.

"Yes, yes, Confucianism can teach you!" Seeing that he was so sensible, Mo Qingqiu was even more relieved that he no longer had the arrogance of yezong Langmen. He stroked his long beard and said with a smile.

"Thank you for your praise. Let's talk about the house again..." seeing that you make your face better and your mood is very good, Tang Jun suddenly turns the conversation and says with a face.

"House, it's house again. Are you angry with me?" Mo Qingqiu's smile suddenly stiff, previously sunny, the next moment on the overcast, has not yet put down the palm, finally heavily photographed.

"Oh... Help, somebody, your envoy has bullied people, your envoy has beaten people..." in the mountains, Tang Jun's cry of wailing like a wolf.

Just as Gu Fenghua and others rush to Chengyun valley with Mo Qingqiu, another group of people are wandering along the endless rugged mountain road of Qingqiu mountains. These people are duanyuezong's disciples who have been tossed about by Zhen Fengliu.

At this time, Duan yuezong's disciples no longer had the spirit of the past. Everyone was tired and embarrassed. While walking, they yawned from time to time. Zuo Hongan, who was surrounded by his disciples, was even more unbearable. His face was blue, his eyes were deeply sunken, his eyes were black, his eyes were so red that he could almost bleed, and there was a bright bubble in the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that his anger was rising and his Yin and Yang were out of tune.

"Lord, that old monkey won't catch up again, will he?" From time to time, a disciple looked around warily and said uneasily.

"I've set up a warning array along the way. If he comes, we'll be able to detect in advance and kill him unprepared." Zuo Hongan said in a hoarse voice, his eyes full of grievances and indignation.

He was forced to run away. Everyone had to be depressed and indignant. But it's no good if he doesn't go. The old monkey was not as strong as him. He was so noisy that he tortured himself half dead. He was so good that he was promoted to the third grade of emperor saint.

It doesn't matter much if his accomplishments are promoted to a higher level. After all, Zuo Hongan has been stagnant in the third grade of emperor saint for many years, and his accomplishments are perfect. If he is fighting head-on, there are few competitors in the same level, let alone a newly promoted third grade of Emperor saint?

But the problem is that the opponent doesn't fight him head-on at all. If he can beat others, he will fight them, but if he can't beat others, he will run away. As long as he is negligent, the opponent will attack duanyuezong's brother as soon as he finds the chance. He will do everything he can to stab duanyuezong in the back with a sack. How mean and shameless it is.

The most shameless thing is that he splashed... On the door product. When he thought of the scene when he demolished the residence before he left, Zuo Hongan was still sick. In the world, there is such a shameless Lord, there is such a shameless and dirty Lord, in addition to escape, what can he do?

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he was, the more he wanted to cry.

"Ding..." suddenly, a clear sound came from the jade amulet hanging on his waist.

"Here we are." This sound is the warning that the alert array has been touched. Zuo Hongan stops abruptly, and his face is swept away with fatigue, showing a morbid and excited color.