"From today onwards, there is no such thing as Ning Zhangjiao in Linglong Pavilion. ”

Lang Chaosha said, his gaze at Xu Han was full of mockery at that time.

"What do you mean?" Song Yueming on the side asked with a frown, obviously quite puzzled by this.

"What do you mean?" Lang Chaosha repeated Song Yueming's words, his gaze flickered, and his eyes narrowed suddenly. "It means that from today onwards, the days of your fox and tiger pretending to be powerful and calamitous for the Linglong Pavilion are over. ”

"Senior Brother Lang, why did you say this, Brother Xu and I have never done anything insulting to the sect. There is a way to respect the elderly, Senior Brother Lang, as a personal disciple, should lead by example, how can he slander like this, isn't it a loss of decency, this is the real insulting style!"

Song Yueming's temperament was very strong, he heard Lang Chaosha's words, his heart was not angry, he had no time to consider the huge identity gap between the two, so he opened his mouth to argue at that time.

In his world, he always thinks that things in this world, as long as he stands a reason, he will be invincible. But I don't know that all the truth is behind the fist. And this is the biggest truth in the world.

In fact, there is no shortage of people like Song Yueming in this world.

Some of them have learned this truth after suffering enough losses. Some were not so lucky, and they died early under this reason.

But Song Yueming is in between the two, and he hasn't suffered enough losses yet, and he hasn't understood this truth yet.

Of course, he will soon pay the price for his stubbornness.

"Tian Noise!" I saw that after hearing Song Yueming's pointing, Lang Chaosha's face suddenly became ugly. He snorted softly, and a hand jerked out.

Syllable!

A crisp sound rose, and Song Yueming's body was stunned by Lang Chaosha's slap at that time, her right cheek was red, and even the corners of her mouth oozed a little blood.

Song Yueming was stunned on the spot, he looked at Nalang Chaosha in a daze, but he couldn't understand why he suffered like this.

"Here, how can you talk like a waste!" After Lang Chaosha slapped Song Yueming hard, he still didn't realize his hatred, and he scolded and scolded in his mouth, and even spit out a ball of spit on Song Yueming's face, which sprayed straight on the young man's face.

"Between the same door, why should Brother Lang be like this?" Xu Han surprisingly didn't stop such a thing, he just looked at Lang Chaosha calmly and asked in a deep voice.

"Tongmen? I Lang Chaosha doesn't have such a waste of Tongmen. Lang Chaosha pointed at Song Yueming and said disdainfully.

At this moment, Song Yueming's appearance can be described as extremely embarrassed, and the surrounding disciples who accompanied him even let out a burst of laughter in order to cater to this powerful Lang Chaosha.

Song Yueming finally came back to her senses with such a coaxing smile.

He looked at the faces around him who laughed at him, some of them he still had some friendships, brothers on weekdays, Song Yueming was sincere to him, but there were some entanglements, Song Yueming also read the friendship of the same door and forbearance generously.

And they do it to him today.

That's probably the most unacceptable thing in the world.

You treat him sincerely, but he abandons you like a ragged at a critical moment.

Song Yueming couldn't figure it out, so he looked at those who were laughing at him with a puzzled face and asked, "Why?"

His voice was light, as light as an ice floe, thin and cold, and deep bewilderment inside.

"Why?" but such a question did not give him a sufficient answer, in exchange for more and more wanton laughter.

They looked at Song Yueming like fools, it was obvious that they didn't understand Song Yueming, as if Song Yueming didn't understand them.

There is always a thick iron wall between the laity and the saints in this world, and neither of them understands each other's world. The difference is that the laity are always hostile to different things, while the saints are willing to try to understand different things.

"Brother Song still doesn't understand?" But just when everyone was laughing wantonly, Xu Han, who had been watching coldly, suddenly walked in front of Song Yueming, and he looked directly at the confusion in the young man's eyes, as if he had followed the old beggar back to the broken temple. He stretched out his hand at that time and gently wiped the stains on Song Yueming's face.

"Do you remember what I said to Brother Song after Brother Zhou's incident?"

"Doing gentleman's things, and having a villain's heart?" Song Yueming looked at Xu Han in front of him and said.

"The rest of the world is difficult. ”

"Brother Song must remember this truth, there are too many villains in the world, and if Brother Song wants to live, he must either be a villain who is smaller than a villain, or a gentleman who is smarter than a villain. ”

Xu Han said these words to Song Yueming gently, and then he didn't wait for the young man to come back to his senses, so he suddenly turned around.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at the smiling men.

"Isn't Brother Lang going to take Xu to see Elder Sikong?"

When Lang Chaosha heard this, he remembered the matter, the temper of the Supreme Elder seemed to be getting more and more irritable after the Heavenly Tribulation, he didn't dare to frown at the other party's moldy head, so he put away his laughter at that time, and after glaring at Song Yueming fiercely, he turned his head to look at Xu Han, and said with disdain: "Well, then please!"

As he spoke, he was about to signal Xu Han to go first, and he and the others followed behind, as if he was treating Xu Han as a prisoner.

"Brother Lang has worked hard all the way, this way to Hanging River Peak, Xu should take Brother Lang there. ”

Xu Han shook his head at that time and said with a smile on his face.

"What do you mean..."Lang Chaosha was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't understand the meaning of Xu Han's words.

But just halfway through his question, he stopped.

I saw Xu Han's body quickly step forward, and a palm wrapped in a white cloth was also gradually enlarged in Lang Chaosha's pupils...

Until it occupied his entire eye.

......

In the Jishi Mansion of Hanging River Peak, Long Congyun sat on the first seat on the right side with a righteous spirit, looking at Ning Zhumang, who was speechless with a cold face on the opposite side.

He was very happy that Si Blank had landed in the Immortal Realm, so that his previous situation of being oppressed by Ning Zhumang was broken in an instant, not only was Ning Zhumang removed from his position as the head of the sect. Si Bai even pushed him to the position of head of the sect despite public opinion.

So he, the sinner who had thought about it on the wall above Dahuan Peak, turned into a real person in charge of the Linglong Pavilion.

As soon as he thought of Ning Zhumang's extremely ugly face when he was stripped of his seven-star black robe, Long Congyun felt that the evil qi in his heart had finally been reduced. And the gratitude in my heart to the Sikong Elder on the stage is even more overflowing.

Linglong Pavilion is known as the ancestral training, the position of the head of the teaching, only the Hanging River Peak, now Si Bai is acting like this, but there is a suspicion of disrespecting the ancestors, but Si Bai, who has cultivated as an earth immortal, obviously does not take these things in his eyes, and only a special treatment in a special period will suppress the voice of opposition, even Zhong Chang, who is known as the Great Yan Sword Immortal, is silent about this.

Ning Zhumang's line lost momentum, while Long Congyun's line gained power.

In this seemingly peaceful Jishi Mansion, there was a turbulent undercurrent, and everyone, whether it was the elders and deacons, or those personal disciples, was silent at that time. Even Ye Hongjian, who was the closest to Si Blank, didn't know why, standing behind Si Blank with his head down and looking depressed, motionless. However, Fang Ziyu, who was sitting at the end of the main hall, was constantly looking in the direction outside the hall at the moment, as if he was anxiously waiting for something. Ke Rao is also careful with her out-of-the-box temperament, and she doesn't dare to make a half-minute sound. And in the palace of Nuoda, except for the soft sound of the blank fingers of the boss on the high platform hitting the table, he could no longer find half a sound.

"Master, Hanging River Peak Keqing Xu... Xu Han is here. At this time, a man who looked about thirty years old suddenly rushed into the main hall of Jishi Mansion, only to see him come to Long Congyun quickly with a panicked face, and said with a trembling voice.

The silent hall suddenly came to life at that time, Ye Hongjian raised his head, Fang Ziyu stretched his neck, and even Ning Zhumang, who had been silent, cast a glance at the man at that moment.

Long Congyun frowned, he was a little displeased, he had sent his disciples to find Xu Han according to Si Blank's intentions, and they were also here to wait for the Hanging River Peak Keqing who was promoted by Ning Zhumang, which was expected. But this disciple under his sect behaved so recklessly, which made him feel a loss of face.

As if sensing this, the old man on the high platform stopped tapping on the desk in front of him.

He sighed softly and looked over here. The fluttering voice made Long Congyun not grasp his likes and dislikes for a while, but his heart jumped and he was a little flustered.

"Come on, come on, what to do in a panic, can he still eat you?" he hurriedly scolded, but he thought in his heart that after going down, he would definitely have to cook this messenger well.

Now that he is the head of this Linglong Pavilion, his disciples naturally have to behave more decently, otherwise if he provokes the displeasure of Na Si Blank, the consequences will be unimaginable.

However, before he could finish his words, there was a muffled sound at the gate of Jishifu, and the gate of Jishifu was kicked open with his foot at that time, and a huge thing was also thrown into the hall at that time.

They hurried to look at it, but found that the thing that had been thrown was a man.

The man was about thirty years old, and he seemed to be a disciple of Chongju Peak in his clothes, but his face seemed to have been slapped hundreds of times in a row, red and swollen like a pumpkin, and his eyes were closed at the moment, and he was in a coma.

"Chaosha?" Long Congyun also looked at it for a while before he recognized that the unconscious man who was thrown into the hall was actually his protégé, Lang Chaosha!

"Hanging River Peak Keqing Xu Han has seen all the elders and deacons!"

At this moment, a voice also came.

The voice, clear and bright.

Dignified and full of neutrality.

Although it does not have the power of thunder, it has the power to penetrate the ears.