Tianhai Sect!

On the square, a gray-clothed old sweeping man leaned his back and slowly walked in front of everyone with a sparse broom. The pale gray hair looks like he is half of the age when he is in the ground. If it weren't for the shocking voice just now, I believe everyone would not have noticed this sweeping old man.

"Damn, no! I won't be dazzled!"

Everyone knew this old man, almost everyone had seen him, and he could often be seen in front of the Shenwu Pavilion. That's right, he is the old man who swept the floor before Luo Hao entered the Shenwu Pavilion.

Watching the sweeping old man walk in front of everyone step by step, Murong Ying, who was confronting Luo Hao and the others, looked very solemn. He just wanted to explore the realm of the old man, but as soon as his will was issued, it was as if he had fallen into chaos and disappeared.

"The little guy in Ziwei Pavilion, what is there to explore for an old man who has half cut into the ground, it seems that that kid from Kunshan is really getting better and better at teaching disciples. The sweeping old man glanced at Murong Ying, and then spoke indifferently.

Just a glance at Murong Ying's pale face immediately strode back, and at the same time, a look of horror finally appeared on his normally calm face, and then said in a deep voice: "Dare to ask who the seniors are?"

In fact, not only Murong Ying, but everyone present looked at the sweeping old man in the field with a shocked expression. Not because of anything else, just because the old man who had just swept the floor actually called Kunshan that kid.

All the disciples who joined the Tianhai Sect knew that Kunshan was the pavilion master of the Ziwei Pavilion, and at the same time, he was also the senior brother of the sect master of the Tianhai Sect of this generation, and his strength was unfathomable.

At present, such a character has actually become a kid in the mouth of the sweeping old man in front of him, and everyone is squirming, and they can't imagine how high the identity of the sweeping old man in the field is.

The sweeping old man glanced at Luo Hao, who was covered in blood and extremely miserable, and then said, "Not bad, not bad." With a hint of appreciation from the elders looking at the younger generations.

The three of them immediately saluted the old sweeping man with great difficulty, the height of the sweeping old man was unpredictable, and the three of them did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

"Grandpa, it's the people of Ziwei Pavilion who bullied me, and they also said that Ziwei Pavilion wants to demolish our contribution hall just a matter of raising hands. Just when everyone was uneasily speculating about the identity of the old man sweeping the floor, a tactful voice like a hundred spirits sounded in the distance of Tianhai Square, and soon a beautiful figure appeared in front of everyone.

"Senior Sister Ji Rou. When everyone saw the person who came, they all showed a trace of doubt, and then everyone present, including Murong Ying, looked at the old man sweeping the floor in the field with a ghostly expression. If there is no problem with their ears, then the old man sweeping the floor in front of him is not the master of the Contribution Palace, thinking of this, all the people secretly swallowed their saliva, secretly glad that they had never been disrespectful to the old man.

"Yes, hall master!"

After gaining insight into the identity of the old man, all the martial artists of the Tianhai Sect bowed down to the old man in the field, all with solemn expressions. When the old man's eyes swept over the disciples of the Ziwei Pavilion, they were all sweating profusely, and they didn't dare to look at the old man.

The whole scene was extremely silent, the old sweeping man was walking alone, when the sweeping old man came to Murong Ying and Luo Hao, the proud Murong Ying had to bow his arrogant head and salute the old man: "I have seen the hall master." ”

There is no way, if the person in front of him is really the master of the Contribution Palace, then he is really qualified to be called the master of the Ziwei Pavilion. After all, his old man was the junior brother of the previous Tianhai Sect Master and the uncle of the current Sect Master.

For Murong Ying's salute, the sweeping old man just waved his hand, and then said, "Which of you little guy is Luo Hao?" The sweeping old man's voice was very calm, but it made everyone wonder, did the hall master of the Contribution Hall have anything to do with Luo Hao.

Although it was strange why the old man wanted to find him by name, Luo Hao still spoke with difficulty: "Hall Master, the junior is Luo Hao." ”

Luo Hao opened his mouth very hard, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the wound on his body was torn open, and gurgling blood flowed out. The laceration made his teeth clench.

"Dead boy, how are you?Grandpa, save him, save him!" Without waiting for the old sweeping man to speak, Ji Rou immediately flashed and appeared beside Luo Hao, supported him, and then looked at the sweeping old man with a pair of pretty eyes, eagerly.

Sikong Xuan and Yan Longyuan, who saw this treatment, were speechless for a while, why don't we have this treatment if we are also wounded.

"Hmph, stinky old man, if you don't make a move, you won't want to drink Baihua Brew again in the future. Seeing that the old man who swept the floor still had no intention of making a move, Ji Rou snorted coldly and sacrificed his killer weapon.

Sure enough, as soon as the three words of Baihua Brew came out, the old man who swept the floor suddenly looked shocked, coughed lightly, and said: "Good granddaughter, there is something to say, isn't it just to save this little guy! ”

The sweeping old man sighed lightly, and then flicked his fingers, and three white rays of light entered Luo Hao's body, Sikong Xuan and Yan Longyuan, and the three of them were suddenly wrapped in a layer of milky white light. The wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just three breaths, Luo Hao felt that his injuries were already healed.

"Are you satisfied now, the old man's Hundred Flowers Brew?" The old man sweeping the floor's cloudy eyes instantly lit up when he mentioned the Hundred Flowers Brew, Ji Rou saw that Luo Hao and the others were fine, and immediately snorted at the old man: "There are also these disciples of Ziwei Pavilion, especially him." ”

Saying that, Ji Rou stretched out her slender jade finger and pointed at Murong Ying, Ji Rou's finger suddenly made the whole scene weird, the Ziwei Pavilion disciples present were all frightened, and Murong Ying also lowered his head and had a slightly pale face with a gloomy color.

"That's it!" the old man who swept the floor sighed again, and then the big hand that was as dry as tree bark suddenly grabbed in the void, and the two figures were pulled out of the void by the old man in the shocked eyes of everyone.

"Break the void!"

The old man's hand alone made the disciples present let out an exclamation of amazement, how high is this strength to be able to do Ah Thinking of the expressions of this crowd is even more respectful. Luo Hao was even more shocked in his heart, if he had such strength, Senior Brother Murong was simply scum.

"I have already learned from Rou'er's mouth that this matter is all caused by Zhang Hu and Li Long, since you have made a gambling contract with Luo Hao, you should abide by it, today I will rule on behalf of the Heavenly Punishment Hall that you two abolish cultivation and expel Tianhai Sect, can you be convinced?"

When the old man said this, his expression was solemn, with undoubted majesty, and at this moment, the originally rickety back in the eyes of everyone seemed to be like a peerless sword out of the sheath in an instant.

Li Long and Zhang Hu immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old man and said, "Thank you for the kindness of the hall master, we are convinced." At the moment when the words fell, the two of them suddenly let out a miserable scream, blood spurted out wildly, and their faces were as white as paper.

"Luo Hao, old man, do you have any objections to such rulings?" The sweeping old man glanced at Luo Hao, who had nothing to do with himself in the process, and said in his heart, this kid is really good, it seems to be wild and uninhibited, but in fact, it is thick and detailed.

"Boy, there is no objection, thank you hall master. "How could Luo Hao not object, Li Long and Zhang Hu were just instructed by others, and the real person behind the scenes was Murong Ying, but he knew that it was impossible to defeat Murong Ying now, and he only hoped that through the actions of the old man who swept the floor today, he could knock the mountain and shock the tiger.

"Kid from Ziwei Pavilion, what about you? Oh, by the way, the Ouyang kid from the Heavenly Punishment Hall seems to be investigating the casualties of the ancient mountain stream. ”

"The juniors have no opinions, and the juniors of the hall master still have important things to deal with, so they will retire first. Saying that, Murong Ying saluted the sweeping old man with a somewhat gloomy face, and then disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

Murong Ying knew very well that there would not be the slightest benefit if he stayed, but he might offend the Lord of the Contribution Hall, and the matter of the ancient mountain stream was still traced down by the Heavenly Punishment Hall in the end.

Looking at Murong Ying, who was gradually disappearing, Luo Hao's pupils flashed with a cold light, and he said in his heart: "Murong Ying, today's shame will be returned ten times more every day." ”

No one expected that a storm would be calmed down by the sweeping old man in a few words.