"So, the one who was beaten just now wasn't Song Qingyun from Xuanyuan Sect?"

"Of course! Song Qingyun was born with a sword bone, and he had already built a foundation, and he was one step away from Yudan, how could he let people fight like this? ”

"So, the one who beat people is the real Song Qingyun!"

“..........”

A kind of monk was stumbling and discussing, but Song Qingyun was very angry, glaring at the old man in front of him angrily, arguing with reason,

"You are embarrassed to say that you are pretending to be the personal disciples of our Xuanyuan Sect, and you are still tyrannical, I won't beat him or anyone!"

The old man was also angry, panting heavily,

"What do you mean?"

Song Qingyun snorted coldly and hugged his chest,

"Your apprentice claims to be Song Qingyun, a disciple of Xuanyuan Sect, pretending to be a master, I am rampant and domineering, and my reputation is ruined, what's the matter, I can't fight yet!"

The old man sat down on the ground as soon as he sat down, crying darkly,

"Hey, what's pretending? Why did my little apprentice Qingyun pretend to be you? ”

"Although our Xuanyuan Sect is a small sect, we can't be bullied by your big sect like this!"

"Don't let people live!"

As soon as the old man said this, the other monks were stunned.

Sang Luo was also stunned, what do you mean?

Chu Yanshu lowered his eyebrows lightly, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Song Qingyun felt that the CPU was not enough.

What did this old man say?

The girl in the red dress went to help the old man, looking sad, and comforted,

"Master, don't be sad, after all, our Xuanyuan Sect is just a small sect built by relying on Yuanshui, and it is not as good as the Xuanyuan Sect, the head of the Seven Sects, and it is common for people to look down on it."

The white-bearded old man looked distressed,

"It's useless to be a teacher, let you be bullied like this, woo woo."

As soon as the old man cried, the surrounding monks began to waver again.

"An old man at such an age, crying like this here, is it a bit too much for Song Qingyun?"

"Yes, yes, it's a bit too much to beat other people's apprentices like that, how sad the old man should be."

A group of people were talking nonsense, and Song Qingyun stood in place, a little at a loss.

The young man blushed angrily and yelled at everyone,

"Points... It's clear that they pretended to be me first! ”

But the girl in red beside the old man interjected,

"Maybe my junior brother is talking about Song Qingyun of Xuanyuan Sect?"

"You heard it wrong, and you beat my junior brother indiscriminately!"

The pronunciation of the two is indeed too similar.

Song Qingyun choked for a while, and began to doubt herself, was she really impulsive?

In the crowd, Sang Luo received the news from the spirit jade, raised his eyes to look at the woman in red, and said coldly,

"Xuanyuan Sect? Song Qingyun? It's really a big show. ”

She took two steps forward and stood in front of Song Qingyun, looking condescendingly at the white-bearded old man sitting on the ground.

"It's not that you take advantage of it when you're old."

Sang Luo's gaze coldly swept over the monks who were watching the play behind him,

"This is the cultivation realm, not the mortal world, monks are different from mortals, either they have gray hair and a longer beard, or they are disadvantaged."

"You just said this about my junior brother, I'm afraid you forgot how arrogant and domineering Song Qingyun of the Xuanyuan Sect just now."

"The world doesn't know the Xuanyuan Sect, only the Xuanyuan Sect, the head of my seven sects!"

"His name is really strange, if I remember correctly, he also said the words of the Seven Sects just now."

"Why can't it be regarded as swaggering and deceiving under the banner of my Xuanyuan Sect?"