On the square of the Taiqing Temple, Mao Wutong stood in front of Juding like a cannon barrel, and when he saw that the senior brother in charge not only did not stop Jin Zhenyu and the others from leaving, but also protected Liu Qing, a little bastard, he almost crooked his nose.

The people of Hotda secretly gasped, and looked at Liu Qing with different thoughts, thinking that if you don't want to die this time, I'm afraid you will have to shed your skin.

"Whatever you see, out of my ......!"

Mao Jiutian's face was gloomy and he roared, his soybean-like eyes narrowed into a line, and his sharp eyes swept over the faces of several people in Hotda, and even Mao Wutong and a few people were stunned on the spot.

Who Mao Jiutian is, I'm afraid no one in Maoshan Daoyuan doesn't know.

Although there is a nine character in Mao Jiutian's name, this nine does not mean that he is young.

Nine is just a special mark, marking the other courtyard where Mao Jiutian is stationed, outside the eight peaks of the Taoist courtyard.

In the Maoshan Dao Courtyard, except for a few old immortals in retreat, if in terms of seniority and strength, Mao Yi dares to say second, no one in the courtyard dares to shout first.

And Mao Jiutian is a strange thing second only to the senior brother Mao, because everyone knows that there is nothing in the courtyard that Mao Jiutian does not dare to do, and even violates the precepts of the Taoist Academy for thousands of years.

Seeing Master Mao, the few people nodded their heads, and hurriedly picked up the unconscious senior brother Zhuge Liuyun, and ran to the back of the hall like a rabbit, running away in the blink of an eye.

When Mao Wutong saw Mao Jiutian's cold eyes, he shivered in his heart for no reason, felt his scalp tingle, and barely squeezed out a wry smile.

"Two, two, second senior brother, there is still something to deal with in my courtyard, I'll leave first, you guys are busy......!"

After saluting, Mao Wutong turned around and walked down the mountain.

Looking at Mao Wutong's hurried figure, several senior brothers shook their heads helplessly, and the irritable temper of the fifth junior brother was incurable.

Mao Jiutian's face was pale, watching Mao Wutong walk down the steps, his right foot suddenly stomped on the ground, and a ball of blue light disappeared on the ground.

"Two farts, you're only two......!"

Hearing these two words, everyone's cheeks twitched, and they looked at Mao Jiutian with strange eyes, thinking that the fifth junior brother was guilty of this, but unfortunately no one dared to remind him, even Mao Yiyi's eyes looked at the sky.

Mao Wutong's old face instantly turned purple eggplant color, and he sighed helplessly, but he didn't dare to resist, only felt that a huge explosive force rose from under his feet, and the whole person flew out like a cannonball, and disappeared into the clouds in the sky in the blink of an eye.

Liu Qing on the side had a tense face, his shoulders kept twitching and looking at the master, his expression looked very painful, He Yu and Heizi were a little anxious when they saw this, and they didn't know what was going on.

Mao Jiutian flashed in front of Mao Yi, turned around and glared at Liu Qing, his hoarse voice was a little low.

"If you want to laugh, laugh out loud, don't hold back so painfully, I'll go back to the other courtyard when I'm done laughing......!"

Ah......h

The pain that Liu Qing held back in his heart finally rushed out like a flood that opened the floodgates, tears of laughter flowed down his cheeks, and while pressing his aching chest, he glanced at Heizi and He Yu, and the three of them glanced at each other with understanding, and instantly ran down the mountain like ducks.

Mao Erkong knew that the second master must have something to discuss with the senior brother in charge, so he waved his hand to several junior brothers, bowed to Mao Yi and left the Taiqing Temple.