Just as the six-eyebrow boy was about to punch again, suddenly, a voice came from the crowd: "Stop!"

Although this voice sounds extremely lazy and even a little weak, I don't know why, everyone feels that their eardrums and even their hearts are shocked.

"Who!

As soon as the six-eyebrow boy turned around, the fierce eyes of the yin owl swept through the crowd, and the people who ate melons hurriedly lowered their heads or stepped aside, not daring to make contact with his eyes at all.

"Huh?"

Finally, the eyes of the six-eyebrow boy stayed in a corner, and he saw an old man curled up on the ground somewhere. On his head was a large, cymbal-shaped hat that made it impossible to see his face at a glance. However, with this hat alone, everyone can guess his identity - Shao Lao, the keeper of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Almost no one knows the true identity of this old man, who seems to never wake up. I only know that he is not from Lingyun City, as for where he came from and when he came here, it is a mystery.

And his strength is even more of a mystery.

However, it is said that there were people who made trouble in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion back then, and even alarmed the elders. But when the elder arrived, everything was calm. Everyone said that the old man had taken action to settle the troublemakers one by one, and those people were shocked by the old man's might and never mentioned it from then on, which added a bit of legend to the old man.

Of course, I don't know how many years ago this kind of thing happened, and some people even said that the Purple Cloud Sect had not really risen in those years, and the talents in the sect were also very limited, so this old man did not have any special ability.

And today, there is not much reverence left for this old man, and at most some newcomers will look at him with respect. Disciples who have been in the school for a few years will hardly look at him squarely, because they feel that he is too ordinary, too ordinary, and even his laziness and alcoholism make people feel very despicable.

As for the six-eyebrow boy, he didn't take this old man seriously. At this moment, seeing that Shao Lao dared to let him stop, he suddenly wanted to vent his anger on him.

"Old man, as a pavilion keeper, you just stay at the door, you don't care about the affairs of this young man!"

"Oh! what a breath!" Shao Lao's words carried endless sarcasm, but the bronze cymbal-like hat still covered his face, making it impossible to see the contempt in his eyes.

"Old man, don't toast or eat!" said the six-eyed boy angrily.

"Hahahaha!" Suddenly, Shao Lao looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had heard a big joke.

"What are you laughing at!"

"Oh, I'm laughing at the hammer's subordinates who like to 'toast'? Just now, your brother really toasted and didn't eat and drink, what's the matter?

The face of the six-eyebrow boy suddenly turned blue and purple, although Shao Lao's words were a little incoherent, but how could he not understand the meaning? Moreover, the most unbearable thing for him was that this old man actually called his master "hammer", if so, wouldn't he become a mallet!

But before he had time to attack, he saw that Shao Lao actually took out a wine jug from his arms, which was the Purple Xuanlei Wine that Long Haotian gave him before he left just now. Everyone saw that the muscles on the face of the wine jug twitched violently, and even the six-eyed boy couldn't help frowning.

I saw that Shao Lao pulled off the cork, raised his neck and took a big sip, and then wiped his mouth and exclaimed: "Good wine! Come on, come on, since you also like to toast, then my old man will also toast you today!"

This time the six-eyebrow boy is stupid, how to say that he is only the second level of cultivation in the Flame Heaven Realm, although he drinks in small sips, it should be no big deal to drink half a pot in one meal, but he really doesn't have the courage to drink like the old man.

Mo Wuxian heard about what happened to his brother just now, and this old man deliberately drank in front of him, on the one hand, he was sarcastic, and on the other hand, he also warned himself invisibly, at least for now, your strength is not enough in the eyes of my old man!

But he really couldn't let the six-eyebrow boy suffer this secret loss, so he sneered and said, "Old man, you want to drink, I will accompany you to drink in the future." Today, Ben Shao is here to find someone to settle accounts, so I advise you not to get involved!"

"I don't care if you find someone to settle accounts, but as the guardian of the Scripture Pavilion, I have the right to protect every grass, tree, brick and tile here. So if you dare to slam the door again, then don't blame my old man for toasting you!"

The six-eyebrow boy had heard that Long Haotian and Shao Lao had been talking and laughing at the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion before, and even invited the old man to drink, so at this time, the old man was clearly acting for Long Haotian. However, in the face of the old man's words, he really couldn't find an excuse to refute it.

"Okay! Ben Shao will sell you a face today!" said the six-eyebrow boy coldly.

"Heh, young man, speak politely," Shao Lao said and took another sip of wine, "Although my old man has no face, he doesn't need you to sell it to me!"

"Boss, calm down!" A person flashed out of the people who came with him, grabbed the six-eyebrow boy, and then whispered, "You want to repair Long Haotian's kid, there is a chance! Calculate the time, when he comes out, it should be the day of the assessment, and when the time comes, it should be like this, like this!"

"Hmm!" the six-eyebrow boy nodded, he naturally understood what this person meant.

Long Haotian is a disciple who has entered the house, so what he has to participate in next is the assessment of becoming an elder disciple. In the discipleship assessment, each disciple will challenge ten disciples of the same strength, as well as one elder disciple.

Although according to the rules of the sect, deaths are not allowed above the Hero Guild, but in the annual selection and assessment, this rule does not apply.

Obviously, those who can participate in the Heroes Club are the top geniuses of the sect, and naturally they need to be vigorously protected. The rest of the people must at least become elder disciples in order to attract the attention of the sect. Otherwise, there are thousands of disciples who have entered the house, how can the sect take care of everyone? And since they can't take care of it, who cares if they die in the assessment?

Looking at the back of the six-eyebrow boy who left stupidly, everyone couldn't help but feel sorry for Long Haotian, as if he was already a mortal person.

In fact, many of them have long been unaccustomed to the viciousness of the six-eyebrow son, so in terms of position, they are all on Long Haotian's side. But they all know one thing very well, in Lingyun City, you may be able to offend the people of Xie Rongyuan, but you must not provoke the people of the hammer tyrant.

Many people still remember that the year before last, when Elder Lingyun had not yet retreated, he personally held a martial arts competition for the young disciples of Lingyun City.

At that time, Xie Rongyuan and Hammer Ba were tired of each other. Although Hammer Ba never mentioned that he wanted to compete for the identity of a core disciple, everyone could see his ambition. And as long as it is possible, he will definitely smash Xie Rongyuan to death with one hammer.

And on that day, the disciples under his and Xie Rong Yuan's respective commands also made faces for their masters and competed with each other with the strongest strength. As a result, Xie Rongyuan's two sons were blameless and reconciled, and mercilessly beat the two right-hand men of the hammer boss into wastes on the decisive table.

According to the rules, life and death on the decisive stage are fateful, and those two people are only at the level of disciples in the room, so even if they die, they will die in vain. But who would have expected that the hammer tyrant suddenly became angry, and smashed a hammer directly at Xie Wuyu, who was showing off his might on the decisive platform at that time. If it weren't for Xie Rongyuan's timely action, I'm afraid that the second son would have been smashed into pulp on the spot.

(End of chapter)