This loud shout is like piercing clouds and cracking stones, rolling in like a sea tide, and the strength of the person who spoke out is extremely strong. Everyone in the audience changed color, and even the bell ringer couldn't help but be moved.

Di Shuye was surprised, when did he have a master?

"Is that him?" the visitor blinked, and Di Shuye looked at him in astonishment.

"Senior brother..."The bell ringer on the side was stunned for a second, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face, and he shouted in a trembling voice.

The person who came was the shepherd of the chicken nest.

At this time, the shepherd was completely devoid of his original sloppy appearance, although his white clothes were a little shabby, but they were spotless, and his hair was not like when Di Shuye first met, like a chicken coop on his head, and at this time he was simply draped over his shoulders, neat and lazy.

"He's my apprentice, what's the matter? Who is bullying him?" the shepherd asked coldly, turning his head slightly, looking around.

"That's not right!" Di Shuye was stunned, he clearly remembered that the bell ringer had said that in order to save him, the shepherd was seriously injured and turned into a stubborn disease, and his cultivation stopped at the seventh-level Wenqu Star realm, and it was difficult to advance an inch. At this time, however, the shepherd's imposing momentum was even stronger than that of the bell-ringers.

"Is he well?"

"Senior brother, your body is ......" The performance of the bell ringer made Di Shuye affirm what he thought in his heart.

"Haha, I've been holding the baby bump of Blue Wood Spirit for many years, and I want to rely on it to recover from my injuries, but the clinker suffers from it, haha, let's talk about these later, tell me, what's going on here?" the shepherd asked with a smile.

Qin Sect inexplicably had a powerful helper, Tang Ao, Tang Xun, and the sage master of the Book Sect all had a bit of an ugly face, and they glanced at each other, wanting to see each other's attitudes.

"Hmm, I said Yan Laosan, you really don't want to grab the treasure, do you?" the bell-ringer's expression changed, and he looked at the saint of the Book Sect.

Na Yan Laosan just looked at the bell ringer with a calm face, and then moved his gaze to look at Tang Ao and Tang Xun.

"Wow, Yan Rudao, you really want to grab the treasure. The bell ringer snorted coldly and slowly looked at Tang Xun.

"Old fellow, you're going to snatch it too?"

Tang Xun's expression changed slightly, and then he smiled: "Old thing, you underestimate me Tang Xun, but... I really didn't expect this thing to be in the Qin Sect, I'm afraid in the future... Ha ha. ”

"If you have the ability, come and get it, yes, the thing on my apprentice's body is indeed the spirit of wood!" the shepherd sneered and said coldly.

"Wood Spirit?" The expressions of the people of the two sects of calligraphy and painting changed drastically, although they had already guessed what Di Shuye was, but when the shepherd said it straightly, they were still shocked.

Of the eight major sects in the West Continent of the Broken Dragon Continent, most of the sects are cultivating wood attributes, and most of these people who came to the Qin Sect this time are the best among the major sects, so they naturally know the secrets of the attributes.

And this wood spirit is the existence that contains extremely rich wood attributes.

"That's it, the spirit of wood doesn't do much to us, bell ringer, sell you this face today. That Yan snorted like a knife.

"What a stinky fart, the corpse smell in the cemetery is not as good as your stench!" the shepherd suddenly pinched his nose and scolded.

Yan Rudao's words were not good, and he didn't take advantage of them, but when he said a word, it was as if he had fulfilled others, and he obviously looked down on the bell ringer.

The clinker shepherd has a short temper, he can't rub sand in his eyes, he hates this kind of person the most, he doesn't agree with each other, and he confronts Yan Rudao when he lands.

"Alas, the real game hasn't arrived yet, it looks like we're going to fight first, it's a hard battle..."The bell ringer smiled bitterly, no one knows his senior brother's temper better than him, not to mention, now that he seems to have recovered his strength.

There is only one saint in the Shuzong, Yan Rudao, so there is no need to worry, but I am afraid that the two saints of the Painting Sect who are eyeing each other on the side, although they seem to be very familiar with the two 'old guys' and 'old things' before, but the bell ringer does not dare to be careless at all.

Yan Rudao was furious, as a master, and a saint who was important among the masters, they all had their own arrogance.

"Who are you!" three words burst out coldly, and Yan Rudao stared at the shepherd quietly.

"Oh, do you want to fight with me?" The shepherd stepped forward and asked with interest, not waiting for Yan Rudao to speak, and suddenly said with a hippie smile: "You want to fight with Lao Tzu, but Lao Tzu doesn't fight with you, you bite me!"

"Uh..."

Everyone looked at each other in amazement, Di Shuye looked at the drunken Fufeng, and both of them couldn't cry or laugh.

"Come with me!" Suddenly, the expressions of the two changed, and the voice of the bell ringer came in a low voice.

"Holy shit!" Yan Rudao was so angry that he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, and at the same time slapped his right hand in the air.

I only heard a crisp snap, and a crystal clear jade slip appeared in his hand. It was densely covered with small letters.

"Hurry up, this is the Book of Ten Thousand Words, and it is the most difficult. The bell ringer screamed, jumped over and grabbed Di Shuye with one hand, and the drunken wind with the other, and took off into the air and flew north.

He had apparently communicated with the shepherds for a long time, and had consulted properly.

Yan Rudao's goal is not on Lan Muling or the bell ringer, he has only one goal, to fight to the death with the shepherd.

"Haha, stinky fart, Lao Tzu is waiting in Wuzhi Mountain to teach you the "Three Character Classic", haha, I will not accompany you. He deliberately said that the "Book of Ten Thousand Words" in Yan Rudao's hand was "The Book of Three Characters", but he expected that he would repeatedly save his life thanks to the real "Three Character Classic" in the future.

The shepherd laughed, and Di Shuye, who was carried in the air by the bell-ringer in the distance, was shocked, and the pure vocal attack was so pure.

"Hehe, surprised, aren't you?Senior Brother is the most talented person in the vocal music lineage of the Qin Sect for thousands of years, and he is also the only one who has taken vocal attacks to the extreme, Xiaoye, Senior Brother has taken you as an apprentice, you are really lucky!" The bell ringer didn't seem to be worried about whether the shepherd would be able to escape, and said leisurely as he flew.

"Uncle Shi, Shepherd Shizu, his cultivation..."What Di Shuye didn't understand was this, he didn't care about the matter of accepting disciples.

"He is a master in the late stage of the saint, and he is only one line away from the noble 'sub' level master. The bell ringer said.

"Shhhhh

Di Shuye and Drunken Fufeng gasped at the same time, Di Shuye still remembered that Grandpa Shui once said that there is a ninth level after the eighth level of cultivation, and after reaching the ninth level, there will be a unique exclusive title.

"Ninth-level powerhouse, that is an absolutely noble existence, for example, the founder of our Hanyang Kingdom, Hanyangzi, is a ninth-level powerhouse, and the founder of Hanyin Kingdom, Han Yinzi, they are all ninth-level powerhouses, of course, this is just a legend!"

The shepherd easily got rid of the face like a knife and shot lightning in this direction.

"Senior brother, your injuries ...... Is it really recovered?" the bell-ringer's eyes reddened.

"Let's go back, is the Blue Wood Spirit still there?" said the shepherd, frowning.

"Master, it's on me!" Di Shuye said busily.

"Very well, junior brother, have all the senior brothers investigated this time?" asked the shepherd as he hurried.

"I investigated, but I didn't find anything suspicious!" the bell-ringer frowned.

"Forgive them for not finding anything, a bunch of useless waste, this competition between the eight major sects, you have to pay attention to the chess sect!" the shepherd said suddenly.

"Qi Zong, by the way, Xiao Changsheng!" Drunk Fufeng suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly said.

Without waiting for the two ancestors to ask, Zui Fufeng had already told what happened in the Fog Hidden Mountain Range three years ago.

It's just that he only knew that Xiao Changsheng had the chess pieces of the Chess Sect in his hand, and he was just guessing.

Di Shuye has not told anyone about what happened back then, and he is always looking for an opportunity.

"It's not good, senior brother told Xiao Changsheng about it, these ancestors may monitor him closely, it's inconvenient for me to start......" Di Shuye originally planned to take advantage of the chaos of the past few days to kill Xiao Changsheng and leave, but now that Drunk Fufeng said this, there are not many opportunities for him to start.

"It seems that the plan has changed, and I have to discuss it with Grandpa Shui in the evening. Looking into the distance, Di Shuye said secretly in his heart.

"By the way, senior brother, is it really the Book of Ten Thousand Words in Yan Rudao's hand?" asked the bell ringer worriedly.

"That's right, moreover, it's a book of ten thousand words written by 'Zhongzi' himself!" said the shepherd.

"'Zhongzi' personally wrote? Do you mean the 10,000-word book that Wang Zhong wrote to the Broken Dragon Emperor thousands of years ago?"

Di Shuye's heart was shocked, legend has it that thousands of years ago, the ninth-level powerhouse Wang Zhongli resisted the eighty-one saint masters of the Broken Dragon Dynasty, resisted the enemy with one hand, and wrote the book of ten thousand words with one hand, which was strongly recommended by the emperor of the Broken Dragon Dynasty at that time to break the world to treat humans and beasts equally.

The book of ten thousand words was also sucked away by the huge whirlpool formed by heaven and earth, and he was nowhere to be found, but he didn't expect that now there was a book sect sage Yan Rudao in his hand.

It is said that this book has 12,345 words, and every word is poured into the lifelong cultivation and perception of 'Zhongzi' Wang Zhong.

"No wonder the two ancestors are so jealous, it seems that the legend is really true...... Di Shuye thought to himself, "It's just that I can't see the power of the book of ten thousand words today, it's a real pity......"

"Senior brother, junior brother, what does the ancestor ask you!" The voice of the drunken wind sounded, and Di Shuye woke up from his contemplation and looked at the shepherd suspiciously.

"This kid ......," the shepherd smiled bitterly, "it seems that you have mastered the vocal attack I left on the Cliff of Enlightenment, not bad!haha!"

Di Shuye nodded secretly, and sure enough, the method of vocal attack that he saw in the cave of Wuxin Cliff back then was left by this shepherd. But Di Shuye believed that what was recorded on the stone wall was only the tip of the iceberg, and the sound of the shepherd when he appeared before could show that his understanding of vocal music had reached the realm.

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