After a few crisp sounds and a few wails, Xiang Yang sat there for a long time, sighing and shaking his head, looking like I was helpless.

"Qiu Shan is my brother! Aren't you scolding me when you scold him little rabbit cub? If you want to scold me little rabbit cub, aren't you scolding my master? Senior Brother Shang Yin, I really didn't want to find trouble, but he insulted my master, I really can't bear it!"

The two of them faced each other, and Changqing whimpered and howled, his chin fell several inches, and he could still speak.

The corners of Shang Yin's mouth twitched a few times, and he looked at it dumbfounded.

With his cultivation in the middle of the knot, he couldn't even see how Xiang Yang made a move, he only felt a flower in front of him, Ji Changqing only wailed a few times, and his jaw fell, and then after a crisp sound of 'popping', a horse's face suddenly glowed red and swollen, and the nosebleed flew out a few feet away.

At this time, Xiang Yang didn't seem to have moved at all, and the most strange thing was that he didn't even feel the slightest fluctuation of vitality...

This kind of cultivation is not something that can be done at the peak of the Jiedan, but I am afraid that my master will not be able to catch it.

Now he was the same as the withering days ago, and suddenly had another thought, and he looked at Xiang Yang carefully a few times, and his heart was beating wildly.

Could this be a disciple of the Jiuding Immortal Sect? The status of the Zheshan Hall in the Floating Jade Sect is not low, and the Zheshang Yin is specially responsible for foreign affairs, so naturally he also has his own sources.

As soon as he thought about it, he didn't care about the howling Changqing, and immediately stood up and respectfully bowed to Xiang Yang: "May I ask this Brother Xiang, but is he a distinguished guest of Jiuding Immortal Gate?"

How do you say that I am from Jiuding Immortal Sect? Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, but there was no expression on his face, but he looked at him with a smile, and he didn't say yes or no, but just said lightly: "You are also well-informed." ”

Zheng Shangyin didn't hear any ambiguity, and his heart was suddenly ecstatic, Jiuding Immortal Gate! The Floating Jade Sect was like the difference between an ant and an elephant in front of them, if Zheshan Tang could hold this thick leg, wouldn't it be fat?

He immediately bent his waist lower, directly sued him, hurriedly summoned the strange cow, and headed towards the palace at the top of the peak.

As soon as the words 'Jiuding Immortal Gate' came out, the wail of Guo Changqing suddenly died down, and there was fear in his eyes, and the hand that was about to reach out to catch his chin also stopped, and looked at Xiang Yang in a daze, almost not retracting his head into his neck.

In this Zheshan Hall, he is not afraid of anyone except the Yuanying Ancestor, but arrogance also depends on the object, in the face of Jiuding Immortal Gate, where does he still have this kind of confidence.

Ji Changqing's face turned his head to look at Linghua, and then looked at Qiu Shan, I really don't understand how this black soil hall and ant-like foundation building period monk can be able to catch up with the nobles of Jiuding Immortal Gate, and listen to that nobleman, they are still brothers... Then if she marries a noble brother as a concubine, isn't she looking for death?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a trace of hatred for the woman behind him, and even hated the Black Earth Hall Master and a few others.

But he didn't want to, if he hadn't come to the door several times, and from time to time he would use the identity of the future hall master of the mountain hall to tempt him, how could people marry him?

Don't look at your own horse face, when you are the author of this book who is dashing and extraordinary in the wind?

Zheng Shangyin's voice was extremely low, and no one could hear the disciples of the Zhenshan Hall watching outside the hall, only to see that Zheng Changqing was talking arrogantly, and suddenly his chin dropped inexplicably, and then his face was swollen again, and his own uncle (Shi Shuzu) saluted respectfully to the young man, and then hurriedly rode away.

This series of accidents happened too quickly, making people dizzy, there was silence in the field, only a few people from the Black Soil Hall and Linghua who were accompanying Ji Changqing knew what was going on, although they couldn't figure out what the Jiuding Immortal Gate was at their level, but there was no doubt that he must be a great person, otherwise why would a high-ranking monk in the Yudan period be so restrained?

Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Qiu Shan, and it was only then that they noticed that there was something wrong with this kid's breath... It turned out to be the foundation building period, and looking at the energetic appearance, I am afraid that it is already the peak of foundation building.

Could it really be that he took a shit luck and hugged a big thick leg? If that's the case, this kid will be developed in the future! What about our Black Tutang? Can we also get some light?

But Linghua has been sent to marry someone else by us, this kid won't hate us because of this, right?

In a hesitant, fearful, or apprehensive gaze, Xiang Yang stood up, walked to Zheng Changqing with a smile, flicked his fingers lightly, and a strong wind rushed away, catching his chin, and then patted him on the shoulder: "As the saying goes, disaster comes from the mouth, you must remember this!"

After so many years of fighting in the trial, in fact, what he has exercised the most is not spells but physical body and spiritual sense, with his current physical body, both speed and dexterity have reached a heinous realm, and under the small test, the monks who are connected to the Dan stage can't see his movements clearly, let alone an unsuspecting monk in the god transformation stage.

The smile on his face was pure and harmless, his movements were soothing and chic, with his tall figure and delicate face, standing in front of Ji Changqing, who was salivating in his chest, was simply the difference between an immortal and a butcher, coupled with his unfathomable cultivation and mysterious identity, in the crowd, those female disciples of Zheshan Hall suddenly had a flying face, and their eyes were stupid.

Ji Tong Tong is mixed in the crowd, and she is also guilty of peach blossoms, not because of how attentive she is, but because of a trial, Xiang Yang is very comparable in terms of temperament and appearance, and the lethality to the girl is too great, it is a kind of impact purely from the appearance.

What's more, a monk in his twenties who is in the Dan period, even if he grows crooked and cracked, the bearing brought by that kind of self-confidence is enough to confuse a bunch of crazy women, not to mention Xiang Yang, who is already outstanding in appearance!

Xiang Yang didn't pay attention to the frightened look in his eyes, but beckoned to the side: "Brother Qiushan, since you are here, why don't you ask clearly?"

Qiu Shan looked at Linghua who was shrinking behind Ji Changqing, his face was cloudy, he was not small, and he was naturally very clear about what would happen last night.

The most important thing is that he originally thought that his childhood sweetheart's little flower sister was forced to be helpless, so he begged Xiang Yang to take him to the door, but when he saw Fang Cai's scene, he felt that he was simply self-inflicted, and his heart was cold for a while.

As the saying goes, the heart is like ashes.