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"Sect Master Yin, spiritual power and demonic qi cannot coexist, you must not misunderstand Sect Master Qiao."

"Sect Master Yin, you should be generous, after all, Sect Master Qiao is also thinking about the cultivation realm!"

"Sect Master Yin is still young after all, and he can't stand a little grievance, hey."

The monks expressed their opinions, and suddenly there was a disagreement.

Qiao Pei sighed deeply, arched his hand to Yin Wushuang, bent down slightly, and said apologetically: "Sect Master Yin Tianzong Wizard, I lost to you before, this sect master was convinced, and later misunderstood you, this sect master knows that he is reckless, and I sincerely apologize here, and I hope that Sect Master Yin will not hate the Holy Maiden Sect because of this." ”

The master of a sect, a master of the catastrophe, Qiao Pei, who has lived for thousands of years, actually bent down!

Although the arc of bending is not large, bending down represents lowering your posture!

The nuns of the Holy Maiden Sect were anxious, how noble their sect master was, how could they have bent down to anyone for thousands of years!

This is incomparable! Unreasonable! It's also hateful!

A group of monks, you look at me, I look at you, and my eyes are astonished.

The old monk came out on crutches, and his voice was vicissitudes: "Sect Master Yin, you are still young, you don't have to be too sharp, and the days to come will be long." ”

The situation changed quickly, and Yin Wushuang became an unreasonable person.

The disciples of the Dan Sect and the disciples of the Dao Sect widened their eyes, is this okay? Just because Qiao Pei bent down to apologize?

Just when the atmosphere was the weirdest and weirdest, Yin Wushuang smiled softly, she lowered her eyes, and her eyelashes flickered: "Sect Master Qiao, I have an old friend who wants to meet you." ”

Qiao Pei chuckled in his heart, and in the next second, an ink-dyed song dressed in red appeared in front of everyone.

Mo Ran Ge walked to Yuxu's side, put his arm on Yuxu's shoulder, his face was full of showing off, but there was hatred in his eyes: "Qiao Pei, did you use the means to frame me back then to frame the masters of the two sects?" Awesome, admire. ”

Yuxu is also a thick-skinned person, and when Mo Dye Ge came up, he took it in his hand and hugged it in his arms generously, eager to hug it a little tighter.

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The interaction between Mo Dye Song and Yu Xuan made Qiao Pei's eyes dark, and under the darkness, there was a little bit of blood.

When the ink dyeing song appeared, some people looked inexplicable and didn't know who this guy was.

Some people stood up, stretched out their hands and trembled and pointed at the ink dyeing song: "Demon girl! Demon Ink Dyed Song! The former apprentice of the Jade Void Sect Master! The demon girl who killed hundreds of female cultivators of the Holy Maiden Sect at the beginning! Killed by Qiao Pei in Kunlun Sect! How she came back to life! ”

The dusty memory opened, and after a thousand years of ups and downs, someone immediately gossiped about the love and hatred between Mo Dye Ge, Yu Xu, and Qiao Pei.

"Eh, a thousand years ago, Ink Dye Song and Qiao Pei fought, and Ink Dye Ge was demonized; A thousand years later, Yin Wushuang fought with Qiao Pei, and Yin Wushuang was demonized. ”

"How can it be so coincidental? Could it be ...... What kind of means is it? ”

Qiao Pei's eyes didn't fluctuate, and she straightened her spine: "Ink Dyeing Song, the grievances of thousands of years ago have dissipated like floating clouds, and this sect master doesn't want to mention it again, but why do you open your mouth and say who this sect master framed?" Can you show proof? ”

Jun Shang's evil eyes sank, but Yin Wushuang looked in the direction of the Dao Sect disciple and beckoned to Yun Xi, who was following the Dao Sect disciple.

Yun Xi was stunned for a moment, tiptoed a little, and flew in front of Yin Wushuang and saluted: "Sect Master, I don't know what to tell the disciple?" ”

Yin Wushuang's red lips hooked slightly: "Yunxi, do you know that when the rest of the Lingyun Pavilion disciples were in retreat and cultivating, why did I ask you to come to Kunlun Sect to watch the battle by name?" ”

"Yunxi doesn't know." Yun Xi thought about it, shook his head, and felt strange in his heart.

"You are the one with the lowest talent among the disciples of Yuqing, but Yuqing said to the outside world: If it weren't for the slightly lower talent, Yunxi would be able to inherit my mantle. Why did Yuqing say this? ”

"Because ......" The light in Yun Xi's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Because I am the one who has cultivated the 'Mirror Flower Water Moon' to the best among all her disciples!" ”

Mirror flowers, control the stunt, extract the memories in the brain, and transfer them to everyone's brain through music!