Mo Chen failed to catch up with the Peng Demon King after all, he was fast, but before that trace of red-golden flame light could fly out of the Golden Mountain Realm, he didn't know that he was held in the palm of his hand by a towering hand that emerged from there, and disappeared from this heaven and earth.

"Where is this?"

The little crow blinked his drunken eyes a few times, looking at the faintly familiar environment around him, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled, didn't he run to compete with the Napeng Demon King to see who flew faster, how did he get here?

Futon, alchemy furnace, shengdan medicine of the immortal gourd, isn't this Tushi Palace? How did you run to Tushi Palace, could it be that you were drunk and looking in the wrong direction? No, not drunk, not drunk, you must have been flying fast, accidentally flying into the sky!

"Master is not here, what am I doing here in Tushi Palace?" Mo Chen patted his head lightly, and was about to step towards the door, but as soon as he raised his leg, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

"You little crow, how can you not be polite when you see your teacher, where do you want to go?"

Is it Master's voice?

Mo Chen was slightly startled in his heart, and then waved his hand and smiled indifferently: "How can there be a master, the master is obviously not in the Three Realms, auditory hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, can you still hallucinate when you are drunk?" He didn't look back, raised his legs and prepared to walk outside.

This is not to blame Mo Chen, he didn't cultivate enough, he couldn't see the situation in the chaos, the saints slipped away after the fight, and no one came down to inform him that Sanqing was back, and then everyone was busy drinking and celebrating, because he didn't know that his master was back.

"Seeing that the poor road is still not polite, drunk and drunk, and lost his clarity, the yellow turban wrestler, take him to the door and give him twenty whips, and sober up!"

Mo Chen hadn't taken two steps out, Lao Jun's voice came from his side again, and then he felt that his body was sinking up and down, all the mana disappeared, his legs were like being filled with lead, and he couldn't move at all, he slowly turned his head to look back, only to see that in the corner of the Dan furnace, there was an old Taoist priest with a goat's whisker sitting on a futon, who was he Taishang Laojun?

Is Master really back?

Mo Chen's wine woke up for a little while, and it was impossible for the hallucination to appear twice, he was a dignified party Da Luo Jinxian, even if he was drunk, he would not appear in this situation, and his mana was imprisoned between words, this cultivation, except for the Xuandu Grand Mage under the Tushi Palace, could do it, that is, Taishang Laojun, and the Xuandu Grand Master did not need to make such a joke with him. So the one who came back was really too good?!

Drunk people's brains are half a beat slower than normal people, and when he wants to understand this truth, his face shows a little joy, and when he is about to call the master, he suddenly feels that his body is light, he looks at it, okay, I don't know where two yellow turban wrestlers came from to set him up, and he only remembered what Lao Jun said just now, it seems that he was going to whip him twenty times.

Suddenly, the little crow was anxious and wanted to break free, but his cultivation was strictly imprisoned by Lao Jun, and it was very difficult to walk, and he could twist his head and turn around, where could he break free from the Yellow Turban Lux?

It took two efforts, but found that it was like a mud cow like a sea, it didn't work at all, and he was still carried out of the hall, and the little crow could only beg for mercy: "Master, the apprentice knows that he is wrong, he knows that he is wrong, please let the apprentice go!"

Taishang Laojun and the old god were meditating and cultivating, and they didn't pay attention to him at all.

The two Yellow Turban wrestlers carried him outside the hall after a while, waving Lao Jun's special whip, smoking Mo Chen fiercely, and there was no mercy at all, the whip was specially refined by Lao Jun to punish his disciples, that is, Xuandu had also suffered a few blows back then, Rao was in the state of Mo Chen's mixed yuan King Kong body, and he was still pumped and screamed, which was extremely miserable.

This whip is not on the body, but on the Yuan Shen, a full twenty whips, no harm to Mo Chen's body and the Yuan Shen at all, that is, each whip will make Mo Chen feel a huge pain that can be reached the limit of his patience, after twenty whips, Mo Chen's sour feeling is simply like walking around in the Daoshan oil pot, what kind of drunkenness, all of them have disappeared.

"Don't be angry, little master, we are also acting on orders, this thorn whip was refined by the master himself, and the effect is like this, don't look at the two of me, let's go in and see the master quickly." The two executed Yellow Turban wrestlers looked at Mo Chen and stared at the two of them with resentment, smiled and explained.

Speaking of which, the two of them have seen a lot of this meeting, and every time the newly whipped boy and the registered disciple look at him like this, but the two of them are under the order of the old king, and those boys and registered disciples do not dare to trouble them, and they do not bother to explain.

But the one in front of him is different, he is Lao Jun's personal inheritance, one of the owners of Tushi Palace, he can't say that he will be in charge of Tushi Palace in the future, and he doesn't dare to slack off.

Mo Chen wouldn't have bothered with these two people and acted on orders, he was going to teach these two people a lesson, so how did Lao Jun look at him?

But this whip is not bad, go back to learn the method of refining, and get one or two in Tongtian River, so as to teach those disobedient demons a lesson.

He secretly thought in his heart, but his face became pleasant, and he said: "It's okay, I offended the master, and I deserve this punishment, you two are loyal to your duties, how can I blame you." ”

Regardless of the relieved faces of the two yellow turban wrestlers, he strode towards the main hall of Tushi Palace, and the moment he was whipped, the restraints imposed on him by Lao Jun had disappeared.

"Apprentice Mo Chen, meet the master, I was drunk for a while, and I lost my manners in front of the master, and I hope that the master will not be surprised!" As soon as he arrived in front of Lao Jun, Mo Chen immediately bowed respectfully.

"Get up, don't blame the teacher for punishing you, practice together, always guard the heart of the Dao, the spiritual platform is clear, and there can be no slackness. Taishang Laojun said.

"Apprentice obey Master's teachings!" Mo Chen bowed again, then stood up, and stood aside with his hands lowered and pleasing his eyebrows, where was the half-point majesty of the Burning Heaven Great Sage in the Nether Realm.

Lao Jun looked at his closed disciple, stroked his goatee, nodded with satisfaction, his eyes were full of appreciation, how could he be a little angry, this time he was not in the Three Realms, but let this disciple make such a big move, which can make the two of the Buddhas uncomfortable to die, and it is quite beneficial to the Daomen, how can you make him dissatisfied with Mo Chen?

However, he still said: "When Poor Dao left, didn't you let you stay in peace in the cave, why did you make trouble like this, if there was a big disaster, Poor Dao was not there, how would you deal with yourself then?" ......