On the second day, when Qiang Liang rang the morning bell again one after another, it was rare and did not make any boiling sound. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Most of the people on the road are silently guiding disciples. The bald heads have always been silent, and only when they are drunk do they reveal their profligate nature. Occasionally, a few Zhun Ti sect members with buns saw others and walked away with their heads bowed or hidden, which was quite different from the arrogance of the past.

Seeing that the popularity of the black store that had finally gathered became depressed again, and there were only a few bald heads whispering in the store, Xiao Jin Qiaojue felt a little uncomfortable. However, Qiang Liang didn't show impatience, but slowly asked Jin Qiaojue to sort and put away the rings, bracelets, hairpins and other things he collected yesterday. Then just wait quietly. Sure enough, as soon as the time reached noon, some Zhun Ti disciples couldn't bear it anymore, and there were more and more Zhun Ti disciples pacing back and forth outside the black shop, occasionally quietly looking into the store, and pretending not to look over as if nothing happened.

Qiang Liang didn't feel angry at all, and asked Xiao Jin Qiaojue to move a recliner and put it at the door of the black shop, so Shi Shiran sat on it, and on the small table next to him was a table of rings, bracelets, hairpins and other things.

Qiang Liang took a small sip of the wine jug in his left hand, making a huge "tsk" sound, and with his right hand, he picked up a ring at random, put it in the sun and looked at it carefully, squinting his eyes, revealing a disdainful expression.

Not far away, the heart of a Zhun Ti disciple suddenly lifted: "That's my storage ring, how many years of savings are in it!"

Qiang Liang squeezed it with his hand slightly, and made a look of disgust, and threw it into the valley next to him.

The Zhun Ti disciple, who was originally apprehensive, immediately jumped into the valley with great joy.

Qiang Liang took another sip of wine, and said in his heart: "Storage equipment? Such a rare thing is like a big road commodity in Lingshan! It's a pity that everyone has their own mark, but it is not easy for others to take it for themselves!" Then he picked up a bracelet casually.

Immediately, a Zhun Ti disciple who pretended to be a pedestrian in the distance had a happy face, and said in his heart: "Is it my turn? Pity my belongings for half my life! Throw it away! I don't mind walking into the valley!" Qiang Liang recognized that this was the second Zhun Ti sect member who had trampled himself under his feet like mud. He sneered in his heart and muttered: "It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years." The villain's revenge has been taking revenge from morning to night! It's been so many days, and I'm not a villain!" Then he used his right hand a little harder, until he heard a "poof", and the bracelet was pinched off a little bit. The body of the strong ancestor witch, the strength of the physical body is even more powerful than the ordinary magic weapon, and it is natural to destroy something.

The Zhun Ti sect's face changed suddenly, and then he saw Qiang Liang say with a disgusted face, "What is the use of such a?" and then threw it into the valley again.

The Quasi-Ti Sect member hurriedly jumped down after a few leaps.

After a while, there were two howling voices at the bottom of the valley - the voices of the two Zhun Ti disciples who had jumped into the valley. Then there was a sudden loud laugh from the first disciple who jumped into the valley: "It's okay, it's okay, it's still half left!" Later, the disciple who jumped into the valley continued to cry, but the crying voice was louder: "It's gone!

The Zhun Ti disciples who were still waiting to see suddenly changed color! Each storage magic weapon is a low-level space, when the storage magic weapon is destroyed by external forces, it will often lead to the collapse and rupture of the storage space, and if you are lucky, you can still recover some stored materials, and if you are unlucky, you will directly turn into powder in the collapse of the space! It seems that the first of the two disciples was lucky, and some materials were recovered, and the luck of the second was not so good.

Suddenly, one by one, the Zhun Ti disciples began to get anxious. Decades of savings, if you lose it, you can only start from scratch, and your own cultivation will inevitably be pulled further and further away by the brothers and sisters of the same period. In the desolate world, everything is based on strength, and for cultivators, the destruction of cultivation resources is definitely the biggest disaster!

Qiang Liang didn't care what the mood of the Zhun Ti sect was, he just picked up a crystal clear hairpin again. After shining in the sun, he shook his head, as if he was not very satisfied, and he was about to pinch it off. A quasi-Ti sect member couldn't help it, and was about to snatch it with a flying pounce, but he didn't want Qiang Liang to be prepared, so he just waved his hand lightly, and then kicked it out! The sect member was immediately kicked and flew into the valley! Qiang Liang smiled, pinched the hairpin with one hand, and threw it into the valley casually.

After a while, there was another howling voice in the valley.

Finally, the other Zhun Ti sect members couldn't help it anymore and surrounded them one after another, as if they were going to overwhelm people with power. Qiang Liang frowned, and then mocked: "Why, that's how Western religions teach their disciples." How dare a group of disciples besiege the 'Three Sect Masters' without any legitimate reason?"

Only then did everyone remember that this Qiang Liang had been recognized by the Receiving Saint and the Zhun Ti Saint as the three leaders of the Western Sect! Everyone was helpless, and Qi Qi looked at the man of Nagarjuna who was ready to fish in troubled waters, hoping that he could come forward to solve this embarrassing situation and get back everyone's storage magic weapon.

The Venerable Nagarjuna's face turned red and white for a while, and finally he said stubbornly: "The 'Three Sect Masters' are magnanimous, and they hope to give us back the magic weapon of storage!"

Qiang Liang made a look behind his ears: "What? What do you call me?"

The man on Nagarjuna was helpless, so he had to say again: "Three Sect Masters!"

Qiang Liang still persevered: "Three Sect Leaders! Three Sect Leaders! Why did you ever come to me as the Three Sect Leaders? I can't help myself in Lingshan, but I admit that I have offended you and others, but you are so pressed that everything is urgent, and you don't give me a way to live." Now that I am about to suffer a loss, I have begun to soften? How can I get rid of the humiliation I have suffered? Do you have the ability to turn back time?"

Nagarjuna was silent for a moment! Turn back time! That was a great supernatural power that even a saint couldn't wield! How could it be a supernatural power that a little golden immortal could have?

In the end, under the persecution of the eager eyes of the junior disciples, Nagarjuna had no choice but to bite the bullet again and said: "I will admit it! I only hope that the three sect masters will forgive me for waiting once! From now on, I will definitely not dare to annoy the three sect masters again!"

Qiang Liang still didn't let go, and said, "I am the leader of the three sects. This is not the attitude of waiting for you to meet the Three Sect Masters!"

Nagarjuna was puzzled: "What kind of attitude do the three sect masters need me to wait?"

Qiang Liang was silent. Xiao Jin Qiaojue said: "Naturally, it's like seeing the Great Sect Master and the Second Sect Master!"

Hearing this, Nagarjuna was furious: "What kind of thing are you! I still need you yellow-haired girl to intervene!"

Jin Qiaojue was choked suddenly!

Qiang Liang was also furious, and shouted: "Damn! Jin Qiaojue is my disciple, and her words are naturally my words! I originally gave up as long as you were sincere, and I didn't want you to be so duplicitous." He admits it on his lips, but in his heart he still feels superior!"

Looking at Jin Qiaojue, who was about to burst into tears, Qiang Liang hurriedly comforted: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, see that the teacher is angry with you!" Then he reached out again and took out a storage bracelet on the table, and put it in his hand to crush it.

However, a member of the Zhun Ti Sect suddenly fell to his knees and begged for mercy: "The Three Sect Masters have mercy! What we did before was indeed wrong, but it was the lard that was confused! After this lesson, I will definitely not dare to be disrespectful to the Three Sect Masters again! I hope that the Three Sect Masters will forgive me!"

Nagarjuna suddenly slapped the disciple in the face and shouted, "Are you trying to betray me?"

The disciple didn't resist, but replied, "Originally, we didn't have a serious conflict with the Three Sect Masters, but you led us step by step to persecute us too much. As your junior brother, we are all there to do! However, once something happens, you are a turtle with a shrunken head, how can you really think about waiting for me! Without the material reserves of these decades, how can we maintain the current cultivation progress, and how can we gain a foothold in the flood wilderness!" Finally, he said angrily: "You are not worthy of being our senior brother!" Then he kowtowed to Qiang Liang again and said, "Please forgive the three sect masters! I will definitely devote myself to cultivation from now on, and I will never dare to cause trouble again!"

The man on the dragon tree turned red!

Qiang Liang didn't care about Nagarjuna's face, but quickly got up, personally helped the kneeling disciple, and said gently: "Knowing your mistakes can improve your great efforts! I just hope that you will be able to really go through the past and concentrate on cultivation in the future!" Then he put the bracelet into the disciple's hand, and said, "Your kneeling can be regarded as eliminating the humiliation of trampling on me." In the past, I will wait for a write-off! I hope to come to the black shop often in the future. ”

The disciple was surprised, he thought that Qiang Liang would inevitably humiliate himself to the extreme, but he didn't expect that after his sincere apology, he would let himself go so easily. After bowing again and giving a deep salute, he left with a blushing face, deeply disgusted by his past behavior.

The other disciples had learned from this disciple's past, and they couldn't help but look back on what they had done, and suddenly they all woke up, only to feel that they had indeed lost the self-motivated heart to seek the Tao, but instead got into the entanglement of interests of the flies and dogs, and couldn't help but regret it very much. They all knelt down and apologized.

Qiang Liang and Jin Qiaojue helped them up again and again, and gave them storage magic weapons, and the disciples left gratefully.

Only the master of Nagarjuna stood alone outside the door of the store, sometimes showing an unwilling look, and sometimes a hesitant look, which shows that his heart is also full of struggle!