Yun Saihong just figured out Chu Qiu's good face, plus he came to participate in the Demon Slaying Conference on behalf of the Donghe Gate, otherwise he wouldn't dare to be so unpopular here. Of course, he also knows that everything must be done in moderation, otherwise it will be self-defeating.

"You...... Father...... You ......" Chu Yuanlong didn't expect Yun Saihong to have such a scheming, but thinking that he was at a loss, he pointed at Yun Saihong tremblingly, and was so angry that he was incoherent for a while.

"Hehe, Yun Shaoxia has learned a lesson."

Chu Qiugao felt a little ridiculous, and the tense atmosphere of drawing swords and crossbows in the field suddenly eased. Although he hadn't seen Yun Saihong before, he had also heard of the four disciples of the Moving River Gate, who had been a rising star in the Immortal Cultivation Realm in recent years, and now when he saw it, he was really a cultivation wizard with excellent qualifications, and he couldn't help but feel a little more jealous of the Moving River Gate.

Especially Yun Saihong, his current identity is very special, this trip not only represents the moving river gate, but also represents the Winged Snake Villa, and Chu Qiugao also knows his son's nature, which is also the reason why Chu Qiugao will not turn his face on the spot, if the disciples of other families and sects are so unsightly, how can Chu Qiugao give up so easily.

"Haha, it turned out to be the young sect master, disrespectful, disrespectful, if there is any offense just now, I will bear with it."

Yun Saihong suddenly realized that he arched his hand to Chu Yuanlong, and then turned to Chu Qiugao.

"Chu Zhangjiao, the younger generation has heard more than once how your old man was dominant, and now he is still old and strong, and the Black Cang Sect has produced many talents, not to mention the southeast gate of the entire Xunyuan Plain, which of my Yuntian Mountain Range and Winged Snake Mountain, when I hear your old man's name, which one doesn't give a thumbs up? Unlike some sects, they are in vain. ”

The spring breeze at the corner of Yun Saihong's mouth blew Chu Qiugao's heart, not to mention the comfort, but he heard the ears of the Yuanfeng Dao Chang and Dao Ling Zhenren who were watching the fire not far away, but it was not so good.

"After the conference, Yuanlong will definitely come to the door in person to apologize to a few people." Chu Qiugao put away his smile like a happy Buddha, and shouted to Chu Yuanlong with a serious face and walked away.

At this time, it was already the last spell competition. Tested by the disciples of the Black Cang Sect and the Tianxing Sect, the cultivation of the disciples of the two factions is between the best of the best, but their appearance is very different. The disciples of the Black Cang Sect are dignified, while the disciples of the Taiyi Sect are short in stature and have eyes like rats.

"Senior brother, please advise." The disciple of the Black Cang Sect was also not pretentious, and he gave his flying sword with a fist to the short man.

"Wait." The short man rolled his eyes and stared at him with the same eyes as he looked at the animal.

"What else is going on, senior brother?" The disciple of the Black Cang Sect was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but your cultivation has made great progress." The short man nodded in praise.

"Thank you, brother, for your compliment. Please advise. ”

"Wait, I'm not done yet." The disciple of the Black Cang Sect wanted to destroy the flying sword and attack, but the short man stopped again.

The people around the ring were also stunned when they saw this, especially the disciples of the Tianxing Sect frowned slightly like the disciples of the Black Cang Sect, looking at the short man in puzzlement, while the disciples of the Qingyang Sect thought that the short man was scared, and they all let out a sneering and mocking sound.

Dao Ling Zhenren glanced at Yuanfeng Dao Chang, who was frowning more than anyone else, and his face was proud.

"Let's talk now, senior brother, please finish it all at once." The disciple of the Black Cang Sect said very seriously.

"Well, if you weren't so old-fashioned, you should be cuter." The short man said to himself.

The disciples of the Black Cang Sect didn't expect that the other party would say such a thing in such a solemn scene, and they had a feeling of ridicule. And the area around the ring has long been a sea of laughter.

"Dwarf, what are you talking about in Luo Li, don't give Lao Tzu a serious martial arts competition!" An elder of the Tianxing Sect was furious.

"The old immortal, am I competing or you are competing, what is it called, Fa Chun!" To the surprise of the audience, the short man not only did not follow the rules, but roared louder than the elder.

There was silence at first, and then a few juniors couldn't help laughing. This smile was terrible, as if it was as contagious as the plague, and the audience laughed vigorously, only a few sect masters and those sect elders were still ugly with their old faces.

"Silence!" With a loud shout, the figure of the head of the distant wind road appeared in the ring, staring at the short man intently, his face was displeased, and he was more puzzled. "Dwarf, what's wrong with you?"

"The disciple is very good, but why did your old man work so hard and move the crowd to come up, and they are urging me to learn. Oh, isn't it that your old man has itchy hands for a while and wants to show off a few hands in front of Chu Zhangjiao and many disciples, that disciple will step aside first to appreciate it, and when your old man finishes his performance, the disciple will not be in a hurry to come again. The short man yawned a few times and walked drowsily to the ring.

"Who is Your Excellency, and what is the purpose of disrupting the Assembly?" Chu Qiugao's figure also appeared in the ring out of thin air, with a happy Buddha-like smile on his face, but his tone was vaguely angry. He was just troubled by Yun Saihong, he didn't get angry because he disdained to worry about his juniors because of his identity as the head of the school, and he never thought that in a few minutes, someone would come to brush the tiger's whiskers, and if he didn't come forward, where would the face of the Black Cang faction hang in the future?

"I'm your son! Phew, phew. Childlike words. Where do I have such a useless son as you. The short man didn't even pay attention to the amazing momentum of Chu Qiugao in the primary realm of the Yuan Infant Stage at all, but instead joked unabashedly.

Since someone dared to take advantage of Chu Qiugao's tongue here, the audience was shocked all of a sudden, and naturally understood that the short man in the ring must be a fake person.

This is not the most shocking for them, with Chu Qiugao's amazing cultivation realm, looking at the entire southeast of the Fen Plain, he is also one of the best masters, and the people present were forced to retreat one after another by the momentum he exerted as if Mount Tai was overpowering, and those disciples with low cultivation were even more fainted, but the fake person who bore the brunt of the accident was still talking and laughing, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

"It turned out to be an old-timer!" Chu Qiugao, the Dao Elder of Yuanfeng, and the Dao Spirit Zhenren who was watching from the wall all exuded from this impostor, and the familiar majesty thought of a person, and they all shouted in disbelief.

"Alas, it's not fun, it's not fun, it's not fun. Bye-bye, old monster, I'll go first. Before the old monster could finish speaking, a whirlwind rose from behind the majestic hall, and in an instant, it reached the sky above the ring, and the old monster jumped and disappeared. When he reappeared, the man was already riding on a wicker chair and heading east.

"Senior Brother Yun, where is that old monster riding a rattan chair?" Meng Tangqin asked Yun Saihong curiously and excitedly. She was amazed to see an iron umbrella stuck in the wicker chair on which the old monster was riding, and a rat's tail was spinning on it, flying faster than Edgeworth's flight.

"Judging from that senior's funny flying magic weapon, it should be the Rat Ancestor who has been one of the eight major scattered cultivators of the Megatron Abyss Continent in the past five hundred years." As Yun Saihong spoke, his face was also full of infinite yearning and longing.