"What kind of body is noisy!" The eyeless Fushuang said in a deep voice with a cold face.

The next scene surprised Mo Kongjing, only to see that Poria, who had always been lively and cute, was cowering and moving forward like a mouse seeing a cat at the moment.

How so?

Shouldn't the second elder Fushuang be Poria's mentor? Why don't two people have a good face when they meet?

"Hmph, not yet!" Seeing Poria's timid appearance, Poria was angry.

Poria's qualifications are also top-notch, her understanding is very good, she is also smart, and she treats people sincerely and kindly, but for some reason, when facing her, she is like facing a flood beast and avoiding her!

Is she that terrible?

"Master Poria knows it's wrong." Walking over with a pinch, although Poria tried her best to put on a smiling face, the stiff appearance of crying and laughing really made people feel helpless.

Seeing that Poria's face was getting colder and colder, Poria's careful liver almost jumped out in fright, and she was struggling, and a section of the road made her walk for a long time.

But she didn't dare to turn around and run away, during this time, the master was too busy to take care of her, she was also happy to be at ease, who would have thought to make her old man unhappy at such a time, when the time comes, the new account and the old account will be counted together, but there will be her good fruit to eat!

Thinking of this, Poria's face suddenly became very ugly, and after thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't think of a good way, so she had to cast her eyes for help to the senior brother on the side, but how could she have thought that Senior Brother Yueyi's face was even more exaggerated than her!

The face of flattery and fear is even worse than her!

Mo Kongjing, who was standing at the back, looked weakly at the two people changing their faces as if they were playing tricks, as if they had seen the most feared and feared person in their lives. The expression of wanting to turn around and run away immediately is something that everyone can see!

"Ahem, don't come over to me yet!" Darkness made countless looks, but the wooden stake was as if it was invisible. Yang Xuzi, whose face was so embarrassed that he turned red, had to suddenly raise his voice and say.

"Huh? Oh" was stunned for a moment, and then Yueyi, who reacted, replied weakly, and slowly moved his body.

Longtai is indeed very big, but it is only a matter of a distance from here to the front, but this section of the road where the two of them walked is called a strong man with a broken wrist, as if he will never come back!

Mo Kongjing, who couldn't stand it anymore, walked up quickly with a cold face, and after catching Yue Yi in three or two steps, she dragged someone to Poria again. In the eyes of others, it was only a matter of a moment's work, and she had successfully dragged two reluctant people to the front of several people in charge.

Poria's gaze had been on Poria's body, but at some point, those cold eyes moved to her without warning.

At the sight of her. A glint of appreciation and recognition flashed in Fushuang's eyes.

He is young, his roots and bones are excellent, his cultivation is also good, and his understanding should also be excellent.

Gently lower your eyes. Her original intention of teaching Poria a good lesson faded. On the contrary, the heart of cherishing talents rose.

Seeing Yueyi standing in front of him, Yang Xuzi's expression, who was still a little whiskered and staring at him just now, immediately eased, and his gaze was the same as that of Fushuang, who was originally on someone else, but after a while, he stared at her.

After looking the stranger up and down for a moment, Yang Xuozi suddenly frowned, and then thought that the fourth child seemed to have moved the idea of accepting apprentices, and his expression eased.

But that feeling of déjà vu. It shouldn't be groundless, right?

Thinking like this, he gently stroked his white beard and asked in a low voice, "I don't know what to call this little Taoist friend who has such cultivation at such a young age?" ”

"Senior Miao praised. It's far worse than the disciples of the seniors. Lowering her head slightly, her thoughts turned, and she continued: "The junior is surnamed Mo, and his name is Kongjing. ”

Mo? This surname does not seem to be common.

Mo Kongjing?

Yang Xuzi frowned suddenly, this name and this surname made him have a bad premonition, not that he was afraid, but that he felt that something should be wrong.

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly frowned and said, "I don't know where the little Taoist friend came from?" ”

There was a sense of temptation in this sentence, and Fushuang and Yan Ling frowned slightly at the same time, it was rare to find a good seedling, but he was already a disciple of others?

"Tianzi Mountain, Mo Yu Zhenjun." Answering without being salty or light, Mo Kongjing suddenly raised his eyes with a smile and looked at the wise pupils.

Yes, she still holds a grudge.

The days of loneliness and drifting are too unforgettable.

When she first arrived in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, she would never forget that she was at the bottom of the world and survived like this, and even slept in a coffin a few times in order to survive.

And all of this is caused by the respected senior master in front of him, if you want to say that you don't complain, it is against your heart.

"Hiss"

The other three on the high platform all gasped, but Yan Ling only raised his eyebrows in surprise, although it was just a simple action, it was extremely rare for him to see such a cold person.

"Mo Yu Zhenjun asked you to come to my Xiaoyao Sect's grand ceremony?" The astonishment was only for a moment, and soon the joy was raised to Yang Xuzi's eyebrows.

If this is really the case, does it mean that the Mo family has forgiven them?

There was relief, joy, and relief in the pupils of Fushuang.

Even Xuan Mingzi's eyes showed a rare calmness, as well as a hint of joy.

In the face of such expectations, these three pairs of eyes from the expectations of the superiors, Mo Kongjing suddenly felt a little powerless.

Shizun never told her anything, she knew that their Tianzi Mountain generation definitely had some unknown grievances and grievances, otherwise why was there only a few figures on the huge mountain?

That magnificent and tall palace, with misty clouds and mist, how could the Heavenly Purple Hall with its towering pavilions be guarded by only Shizun alone?

Everything left behind in Tianzi Mountain is full of historical significance, and she seems to be able to see the glory of thousands of years ago through the ancient building.

"No, the family teacher has passed away, and the younger generation who came here this time is only for one person." Answering without being arrogant or humble, she raised her gaze indifferently.

Unexpectedly, when she said this, in addition to the deep disappointment, there was also a bit of doubt and disbelief in the eyes of the three people.

The incredulous look in her eyes turned into sharp knives that pierced her up and down, as if she were telling a big lie.

Several strong pressures suddenly pressed on her body like several heavy mountain peaks, and all her internal organs felt the oppression from the outside world, and there seemed to be a raging fire burning in her chest.

"The disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect will challenge the next sect master tomorrow morning, Mu Yanran!"

It was a crisp, bright and resolute voice that saved her, and at the same time as the coercion disappeared, Poria and Yueyi, who found the wrong one, hurriedly supported her left and right.

Standing up straight, she looked at the few people in charge sitting on the dragon platform with disdain, it was only to this extent, not even one-tenth of the master!

Although she didn't know what kind of grievances they had with the Xiaoyao Sect in the end, the cultivation of these people in charge was something she despised.

No matter what grievances there are, is it really necessary to involve the younger disciples?

At this moment, she suddenly felt a little powerless, it is true that there are many joyful things in this world, but there are not a few disappointments.

(To be continued.) )