"Hehe, this old man is serious, the disciple just follows the master's teachings, is this also wrong? Besides, every word that the disciple said, where did you mention a word about your old man, how can you be good at wronging the disciple like this? Murong Su's face softened, and he looked at the old man in the ink robe, smiling like a spring breeze.

Seeing her like this, the old man in the ink robe was even more angry, trembling all over, and a storm gathered under his eyes.

Murong Su pretended to tremble, with a frightened look, seeing that Zi Lao smiled for a while, not only appreciating her sharp teeth, but also dissatisfied with the new life of the old man in the ink robe.

His own apprentice, why do you need others to point fingers, this old thing, thinking that being in the eighth tier is really lawless, this Zidian Palace is still controlled by His Royal Highness the Palace Master, if there is no His Highness, it will really turn the sky upside down?

"Hehe, Brother Mo doesn't have to be angry, this kid, no matter how bad it is, in my brother's eyes, it's also good, as for how the old man disciplines his apprentice, you don't have to worry about it." Zi Lao chuckled lightly and said lightly, jokes, the girl's ability, how can you find a second one among her peers?

said that his apprentice is not good, that is because this old thing has no vision himself, hmph, wait for envy and jealousy in the future.

"What do you mean by this, old man, I will discipline your apprentice for you, or is it wrong with me?" Mo Zhu's brain was so angry that his face was flushed, and he glared at Zi Lao fiercely, and his eyes were full of gloom and cruelty.

Zi Lao, Mo Zhu and Murong Su instantly became the focus of the entire hall, except for someone on the top who remained silent and always watched coldly, and the old men sitting around them gloated one by one, watching the excitement with great interest.

Mo Lao and Zi Lao have always been at odds, they only dared to make trouble in private before, but they didn't expect that today they would make such a fuss in front of His Royal Highness, and occasionally there are two who are worried about them, and most of them are watching a good show.

Mo Lao has always been very self-conscious in the eightfold, and if he didn't take them in his eyes, he would have already come up with a bad breath.

And because Zi Lao is in charge of the two-fold peripheral disciples, although he is not an eight-fold person, his status is not lower than them at all, and His Royal Highness has always valued Zi Lao, which makes most people jealous.

Oh, now Mo Lao, who makes them unhappy, and Zi Lao, who makes them jealous, pinch each other, and the tip of the needle is against Mai Mang, what is more pleasing to them than this.

Haha, it's better to make a mess out of control and provoke His Highness, and neither of them will end well.

Murong Su's gaze swept over, taking in everyone's expressions, and a row of black lines slid down on his forehead again, Okay, these old guys are not good things.

Seeing that Zi Lao was still arguing with Mo Zhu's old puppet, Murong Su reached out and pulled Zi Lao's sleeve, and his eyes signaled him not to lose his proportion.

Zi Lao's heart warmed, and in the face of Mo Lao's foul words, he ignored it directly, got up, and bowed to Xuantian on the upper position.

"My subordinates are out of shape today, I hope Your Highness will forgive your sins, this disciple, your subordinates are very satisfied, and I implore Your Highness to allow your subordinates to accept it!" Elder Zi bowed down and said respectfully.

This old thing looks down on the girl, and now as long as His Royal Highness the palace master Chrysostom opens, he will dare to underestimate him.

"This disciple is indeed good, his qualifications are still good, and he is still filial, this matter, His Royal Highness has approved, who dares to speak in the future, don't blame me for being polite!" With a wave of his hand, Xuantian settled down directly, and the compelling momentum was dispersed, and the coldness in that breath shocked Mo Lao's heart, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

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