"Lame...... Cripple!?"

Wen Liang ran back at some point, pointing at the little boy and screaming loudly.

It was only when he shouted that Yin Hong had already knocked him out with a punch.

"No...... I'm sorry, but if you don't take it, forget it...... I can't help it. His parents died early, and I still have three babies at home, so I can't support him......"

The aunt showed a look of surprise and said that she was going to take the child away.

Hearing the meaning of this, he actually simply wanted to send this child to the Canglang Sword Sect for white rice.

The child also seemed to know that he was disliked by others, and his expression was very low, with a hint of despair.

However, it was at this time that Yin Hong stopped them: "Leave him behind! It's just a lame, it won't affect his cultivation!"

"Really...... Really? You...... Are you really willing to take him?"

The aunt could hardly believe her ears, and the little boy looked at him in disbelief.

This is undoubtedly the most beautiful voice he has heard in his life.

At this time, Wen Liang had already crawled back, and when he heard this, his whole body exploded: "Master, what are you doing? Cripple! It doesn't affect cultivation? If we say this, we will be laughed to death!"

Hearing the gentle roar, the aunt and the child were frightened, and looked at Yin Hong with some uncertainty, as if they were afraid that he would regret it.

Facing the eyes of the three people, plus the onlookers of passers-by, Yin Hong smiled lightly and turned to Wen Liang seriously: "Cultivation relies on the dantian and the internal scriptures of the five organs, not on the legs. I said what's wrong with not affecting cultivation?"

When he asked this, Wen Liang was suddenly speechless.

Isn't it?

There are thousands of exercises in this world, but there are really not many that rely on the leg meridians for cultivation.

So in a sense, Yin Hong said that the little boy's leg does not affect his cultivation, and there is no problem at all.

"But—"

Wen Liang wanted to say something more, but Yin Hong had already interrupted him rudely: "I know what you want to say. Being lame does affect combat power, but as long as your cultivation is high enough, even if you are lame, you have the ability to crush you and me!"

Wen Liang fell silent, he knew that he couldn't convince Yin Hong.

However, when Yin Hong asked the little boy's name kindly, a rampant laughter came from not far away: "Hahaha...... The dignified Canglang Sword Sect was actually reduced to receiving a cripple. I think you're going to disband. With you, I am the same Hundred Forging Sect, and my Qingyue Altar is so ashamed!"

Needless to say, it was that group of disciples from the Qingyue Altar who came.

"We disbanded, did you want to swallow Pei Yuandan alone? Hehe? Lao Tzu didn't want to! Lao Tzu not only didn't disband, but he still wanted to continue to hang like this! Disgusting to death you!"

Yin Hong looked back coldly.

Who was he afraid of than his mouth?

However, what he didn't expect was that after listening to his words, the Qingyue Altar disciple on the other side laughed even louder.

"Hanging? Do you think you can hang it? Six months later, the Hundred Forging Gate will preside over the three faction meetings. And this time, in addition to deciding the ownership of Pei Yuan Dan, the three factions will also determine whether your Canglang Sword Sect still has the value of existence. I'm not afraid to tell you that so far, among the new disciples under the age of eighteen in my sect, there are already three innate and seven ninth ranks! And you, if none of the disciples enter the top ten, they will be forcibly split and merged into my Qingyue and Cutting Wind factions. I'll see you hanging!"

After laughing, the middle-aged man who had presided over the recruitment of new people in Qingyue Altar opened his mouth with a sarcastic expression.

His words melted the smile on Yin Hong's face.

As soon as he thought of the lives of those disciples under the age of eighteen he saw yesterday, he felt the urge to die.

Everyone is congenital in the ninth grade, they are still hovering in the seventh or eighth grade, and there will only be this cultivation in the future, how to fight?

There's no way to win!

"Do you want to take away the treasure in the sect and run away for justice?"

Yin Hong couldn't help but have such a thought in his mind.

But at this moment, the system's voice suddenly sounded: "Side quest triggered." Content: Participate in and win the Tri-Faction Tournament. Success Condition: Top 10. Reward for success: 5 entries to the draw. Failure Penalty: Death. ”

“%￥......*& amp; amp; amp;！”

Yin Hong's eyes widened and he scratched his cheeks exaggeratedly!

If he hadn't found the location of the system, he would have dragged it out and beaten it now.

Lao Tzu just thought about it!

What the fuck are you?

Catch the ducks on the shelves?

The problem is, I don't even have a duck!

Do you want Lao Tzu to die and say it straight?

Lao Tzu will find a crooked neck tree and hang him now!

This is...... Crazy?"

Seeing Yin Hong scratching his face there with a distorted face, the disciples of Qingyue Altar were stunned, and the passers-by around were also stunned.

And Wen Liang felt double the despair!

Last night, he thought that Yin Hong would be the hope of all of them.

But now, faced with such a difficult situation, coupled with a boss who looks almost sick, he has no hope.

"Boss...... Let's go back!"

didn't want people to look at Yin Hong like a monkey, Wen Liang couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Master, this neuropathy is the head of your Canglang Sword Sect? hahahaha...... I'm laughing to death! I can't do it! I can't do it...... Hahahaha......"

"I actually found a madman to be the head. Are you Canglang Sword Sect ready to give up on yourself?hahaha......"

"I'm afraid that no one can use it. I heard that Li Guchun had already hanged himself in shame. But that guy is damn it too!, a good Canglang Sword Sect was made by him to look like this......"

......

The disciples of the Qingyue Altar laughed exaggeratedly as if they had discovered a new continent.

Listening to the ridicule and sarcasm of those Qingyue Altar disciples, Wen Liang angrily drew his sword: "You are too much! You actually dare to insult the former master! Draw your sword! I will use your blood to wash away the humiliation of my Canglang Sword Sect!"

He actually doesn't like Yin Hong and Li Guchun very much, but this doesn't mean that these outsiders can insult them.

However, at this time, Yin Hong, who had calmed down, came back to his senses and snatched his sword: "Stop!

Yin Hong had a lot of strength, Wen Liang couldn't snatch him at all, and he was angry and anxious at the moment: "But the master! they are insulting you!"

"I know. ”

Yin Hong lightly swept the group of Qingyue Altar disciples, and then looked at Wen Liang seriously: "But when the dog bites you, can you bite back?"

Wen Liang was stunned by the question.

And those disciples of Qingyue Altar instantly exploded: "Bastard, who are you scolding a dog? Do you believe that Lao Tzu asked you to change the head of the Canglang Sword Sect?"