Inside the office.

The middle-aged and elderly man was still trembling and fearful, standing next to him in awe, his brain blank.

Information?

What are rules?

He shuddered, and hurriedly handed the information in his hand to Han Dong and swallowed.

"Yes. ”

Han Dong bowed his head and took the information.

After turning it twice, there were five pages of information, and the white and black characters were extremely clear, all of which were full of detailed information about the Qingshan Sect, as well as some red seals.

On the side, the middle-aged and elderly man gritted his teeth and was worried: "Our leader Tong Liuhe, you are the ninety-first title sequence of the Huaguo, which is the pinnacle of the first step of the title of the martial sect realm. ”

"Oh. ”

Han Dong said lightly, slowly folded the information, and put it into the pocket of his jeans.

Martial arts sects have disciples and disciples.

How to choose disciples and disciples is really an internal matter of the sect, and the specific criteria are based on the discussion and discussion between the sect master and the elders - wantonly obstructing the internal affairs of the Qingshan Sect, is it really that no one in the Qingshan Sect cares?

"Your Excellency Han Dong, please be cautious!" The middle-aged and elderly man couldn't help but remind: "Elder Tong Liuhe is much stronger than Nan Juekai, and he has two mystical arts...... There is something to discuss, I beg for mercy, maybe wait until the end of the month to this point in Leader Tong, change his mind, and allow the Qingshan Sect to return to the sequence. ”

Scold.

Han Dong dusted off his light blue short sleeves.

didn't look back, just turned around and left the somewhat messy office: "My Qingshan Sect is bound to return, why do you need the permission of others." ”

Boom.

The door is closed.

The middle-aged and elderly man let out a long breath, and a cold sweat was already breaking out behind his back, and he couldn't bear Han Dong's majesty at all. At this time, Han Dong left, and he sat in the office chair with his legs weak.

"This sucks. ”

"Elder Tong Liuhe is the title sequence ninety-one, it is estimated that His Excellency Han Dong will be difficult to match!"

He shivered and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

The recognized first person of the younger generation has a brilliant future, and even if he is not defeated by Tong Liuhe, he should be able to maneuver a few points.

Come to think of this.

The middle-aged and elderly man hurriedly took out his mobile phone and reported to the superior organization of the Zongmeng.

......

The imperial capital is southern.

About 40 kilometers away, there are green mountains and waters, and there are waterfalls, which is the living area of the idle martial arts practitioner Tong Liuhe.

Title sequence, a total of one hundred and seventy-two.

Among them, there are sect masters like Nan Juekai, and there are also idle martial arts practitioners like Tong Liuhe, which can be said to be the pinnacle batch on the land of China.

Rushing.

It is about 30 meters high, the mountain is covered with dense trees, and there is a clear waterfall in the middle, as if the Milky Way is falling from the sky and flowing into the river at the bottom of the mountain.

On both sides of the waterfall, the cliffs are green and overgrown with plants.

Below the waterfall, a huge black stone, Tong Liu, sitting together.

Although Tong Liuhe is over 80 years old, his hooked nose with extremely protruding cheekbones and mouth makes him look ugly. The face alone makes people feel hideous.

"Hmph. ”

"To return to the sect sequence, you must follow the rules of my child! Relying on the fact that he once had some merits, he was lawless and destroyed the sect's standards, and he simply didn't know what to do. ”

Tong Liuhe's eyes were cold.

He sat cross-legged on the black stone, with a waterfall hanging down behind him, revealing a stubborn and stubborn posture all over his body, arbitrary and unreasonable.

As a matter of fact.

There are people like this in contemporary society.

A very small number of elderly people are getting older, becoming more and more stubborn, thinking only about their own thoughts, and not caring at all about the sense of the law or understanding and communication. And Tong Liuhe is the leader of this group.

"That's right. ”

"The selection of disciples from the Qingshan Sect is indeed an internal matter of the sect. But as a martial arts elder, what I am talking about is the truth, you young people should be unconditionally respected!" Tong Liuhe looked at the three juniors standing beside him with their hands tied.

In fact, Tong Liuhe can form a family.

However, the clan not only needs the existence of the Martial Sect Realm, but also has the cornerstone power of the Martial Generals Realm and the Martial Artist Realm. Otherwise, a strong man alone will not be able to support a family clan.

"Listen to it. ”

Tong Liuhe looked at the three juniors, including two middle-aged men and a young girl: "I eat more salt than you eat—remember, everything can't change, change will be down, change will die, how can the ancestral law not be afraid?"

The two middle-aged men didn't dare to argue, and hurriedly bowed down and said yes.

How dare they say more?

A few years ago, a young man who didn't know how to advance or retreat annoyed Tong Liuhe, and he had been lying in the hospital for three years.

And the girl with clear eyebrows bit her white lower lip, and muttered as if she was unconvinced: "Ancestor, it should be that change is clear, and if you are successful, you will be successful." ”

Hum!

Tong Liuhe snorted coldly.

He twisted the corners of his mouth, his momentum was tough, and his arrogant face was intimidating: "What do you know? It just so happens that Han Dong has become famous recently, to give you an example, the Qingshan Sect twenty-two years ago did not respect the ancients, so it almost died out...... Leave the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood, this is the ancestral law!"

"Huh?"

The girl's face was puzzled, she didn't know the past of the Qingshan Sect.

Tong Liuhe got up slowly and said coldly: "It's a shame that they are still Qingshan Sect, and they don't understand this sentence." ”

The girl also wanted to defend: "Yes, but." ”

"You young people, young and ignorant, lacking qualifications, should shut up. Tong Liuhe frowned. If it weren't for the fact that the girl was his junior, he would have already launched his might and made her kneel on the spot and admit his mistake.

He firmly believed.

The words of the elders are undoubtedly correct, and anyone who dares to disrespect them should be punished.

At this time - boom!!

Suddenly, the roar of the explosion of white clouds in the sky, the sound of curbing the sky of Qiankun, containing the coldness of indifference like a cold river, resounded in the sky and underground, and swept around the waterfall.

"Tong Liuhe!"

"You can disagree with our Qingshan Sect, but you are not qualified to deny it - today I, Han Dong, will teach you what the rules of the Qingshan Sect are!"

The eyes are like a storm, the body is like a rainstorm, and the majesty is in the sky.

Light blue short sleeves, indifferent face, Han Dong out of the right fist.

The light blue figure, like a thunderbolt above the Nine Heavenly Que, was in charge of the storm, surrounded by incredible power, instantly breaking through the distance of 100 meters, and the blood-red right fist slammed into the stubborn Tong Liuhe.

"What?"

"Dawn Originator, Han Dong!" The girl and the other two middle-aged people were all shocked, and they didn't care about maintaining their superficial respect, and retreated back dozens of meters.

Of course, they knew Han Dong's name.

The recognized first person of the younger generation, the strongest in the world, and the contemporary Tianjiao!

Whew!

Just look at Han Dong's burst of the earth, where he passed, there was a wave of blasting air that stretched for hundreds of meters, forming a straight ripple, as if a milky white line cutting through the sky.

The right fist is like a blazing cannonball, out of the chamber!

Disheveled!!!

Han Dong's right fist hit Tong Liuhe's left palm, and the air froze for a moment, trembling twice, and finally turned into a crazy circle of qi.

The blackstone shattered on the spot, and the two were evenly matched.

As if the audience was shrouded in a majestic atmosphere, Tong Liuhe twisted the corners of his mouth and looked at Han Dong.

"Hmph. ”

"I've sensed your approach. ”

He squinted at Han Dong: "Young man who doesn't know the height of the sky, Qingshan Sect is the best example of mistakes, I just comment on two or three sentences, I hope you Qingshan Sect will learn a lesson, make persistent efforts, and correct it in the future, what are you dissatisfied with?"

Dead!

Indescribable dead silence!

Han Dong's face was no longer cold, and completely turned expressionless: "Old thing, you are looking for death." ”

In an instant, the internal force rioted, and the blood, bones, meridians, and even boiling and angry emotions all collapsed, like the eruption of a majestic volcano, like the roar of the waves of the angry sea, containing irresistible power.

"I'm Qingshan Sect, why do I need permission from others. ”

"You, the title sequence Tong Liuhe, what qualifications do you have to comment on our Qingshan Sect!" Han Dong couldn't bear it, he didn't need to endure it anymore, his blood-red right fist turned into a grappling, pulled Tong Liuhe, whose complexion had changed drastically, and fanned it straight up with the left palm of the howling hurricane.

Licentious!

Tong Liu's eyes widened, it was difficult to urge the Xuanxuan technique between the electric light and flint, and he directly cast a thick and indescribable indescribable infusion technique, and his right arm was almost like an alloy long whip, which cracked the air and pumped towards Han Dong's left palm.

This infusion technique is enough to overturn Han Dong!

This is the self-confidence of the title sequence ninety-one, and there is no other possibility.

Click!

The blood-red left palm was like a bamboo, and the bones of Tong Liuhe's right arm were almost shattered.

Immediately after, a devastating slap hit Tong Liuhe's old face on the right side, Tong Liuhe's face was deformed, his mind was confused, and his old teeth were thrown in the air.

Smack!

He slapped three times with great strength, and then slammed the black stone down.

"What lessons have you learned?"

"What qualifications do you have for my Qingshan Sect to make persistent efforts to correct it?" Han Dong was furious, and smashed Tong Liuhe violently, as if he was throwing a rag doll, causing the middle-aged man and the girl who were standing in the distance to watch froze in place, and their shocked souls scattered.

Pong!Pong!Pong!

As the sky shook and the waterfall trembled, Han Dong inhaled sharply, lifted Tong Liuhe high, and fell down into the black stone about half a meter deep: "Say! Sign or not, our Qingshan Sect must return to the sequence today!"