Chapter 9 Some people talk like this, and they kneel when they talk about it
Chen Zhandong was angry, the little girl actually let go of his arm, did she feel that she was too ugly and embarrassed, and she didn't want to get too close to her in front of people, or did she feel ashamed to hear that she was my daughter?
Chen Zhandong only felt that his heart was about to break!
But after all, he is more than one hundred and fifty years old, and he will not do anything like throwing a cup in anger and turning around, and as soon as he suppresses the chaotic thoughts in his heart, he finds that things are not going in the same direction as he thought.
This girl is obviously looking for trouble!
The development in the back was even more unexpected than Chen Zhandong, he thought that this girl was just going to take advantage of some verbal advantages, but he didn't expect her to be so fat, not only to move, but also to move!
Even if his own master is behind him, not every Qi Refining Monk dares to beat and scold the grass and mud horses against the Zhuji Monk, this is no longer arrogant, it is simply bold. What's more, she hasn't been her master yet, she can only call her teacher, what if she doesn't give her a head?
The old man was no longer angry, and stroked his beard with great relief.
'What a good boy, haha!'
The old man was satisfied with Lin Qingshan's fried chicken, and when he heard that she had to change her name directly to Master, he didn't say anything, but was even happier.
"We have never been bullied, and even if we do, we have all been bullied. ”
The old man looked smug, touched Lin Qingshan's little head, and walked to the second floor first.
Lin Qingshan was also happy, all he had heard before was that physical cultivation was not good, either that physical cultivation was the highest talent in the Jindan period, or that physical cultivation was hard, or that physical cultivation was difficult, or that physical cultivation could not use magic weapons.
Except for a sentence of Jin Dan's strong combat effectiveness, there is really no other good word. Lin Qingshan expected that among the tens of thousands of monks in Lingshan, there were only twenty in physical cultivation, and there were only four Jindan monks, no matter how high they were, there were no at all. It's really a small force that can't be smaller, so it must have a low status and be looked down upon.
Now she found out that physical cultivation is not only not bullied by others, but also often bullies others, can she not be happy?
On the second floor, Lin Qingshan and the other four newcomers were looking left and right curiously, but Old Man Chen had already taken a few steps forward and knelt down.
"Master, Chen Zhandong came to visit you, Master, have you woken up?"
Lin Qingshan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, there is still a great power in the body sect to shrink here and sleep? This old man's master, how can he go up two hundred even if he counts his age, right?
Could it be that Chen Zhandong is not the first in Jindan, his master, bah, bah, his own ancestor is?
Or, in fact, our body sect also has a primordial infant?
Then the explanation makes sense, do it yourself, there were so many people in the Sword Sect on the first floor just now (most of the people who carried the sword were disciples of the Sword Sect), but no one dared to speak out to help that Liu Renji, the senior brother directly spoke out to teach everyone present, and no one dared to express dissatisfaction, obviously because the Body Sect actually has a backstage.
You must know that in this world, those in the Mahayana period are all confined to their homes and do nothing, waiting for the immortal world to descend at any time to lead the ascended immortals away. During the tribulation period, they either retreated at home to prepare the elixir magic weapon used in the tribulation, or they searched everywhere for a feng shui treasure suitable for setting up a formation to resist lightning.
Most of the Jindan period is not qualified to pretend to compare, so those who have the strength and time to come out to pretend to be compared are also in the Yuan Infant Period, and in addition to that, it is the kind of pervert that Old Man Chen is like beating his son.
The Jindan Stage Body Refining Cultivator is known as invincible at the same level, but it doesn't mean that those three can also abuse Yuan Ying like Chen Zhandong, so the only backer of the Body Sect is probably this old man Chen.
Just an old man Chen, no matter how famous he was, should not be able to scare so many people, and now hearing this old man kneel down and shout Master, Lin Qingshan felt that he had seen the truth of the facts.
Hug the thighs right!
Miss Lin's big eyes had just narrowed, and before her smile could appear, she saw Senior Brother walk up behind Old Man Chen and kneel down with a plop.
Lin Qingshan wondered if he should also kneel.
He doesn't have the noble mentality of modern people who are equal except for their parents in heaven and earth, and they don't kneel down when they see anyone.
Don't say that this person is from his grandfather's generation, he doesn't suffer a loss if he kneels, just say that at his age, in his previous life, he was also a living immortal, and no one will suffer a loss if he kneels.
I was thinking about it, but I heard the senior brother also shout: "Apprentice Zhang Xu, meet the master." ”
What, what, what's the situation?
Lin Qingshan looked confused, senior brother, are you mistaken, will you be beaten if you shout wrong?
Then Teacher Fang Fang also bent down and saluted: "Fang Fang greets the seniors of body refining." ”
Lin Qingshan really couldn't understand it, so he decided to wait and see what happened.
"Well, there's a new person again?"
The entire second floor was instantly lit up, and Lin Qingshan felt as if all the books were glowing. A voice full of majesty came out of nowhere, reaching the bottom of her heart.
"Exactly, please be tired and teachable. ”
"Call them here. ”
Chen Zhandong stood up and raised his hand to signal everyone to follow him.
Walking to the middle of the main hall, without the blockage of the bookshelves, Lin Qingshan finally saw a ...... A floating book?
This book is huge, fried chicken is bigger, bigger than a person, floating in mid-air, and exuding a faint warm light all around.
Lin Qingshan wanted to say very much, Nima, it is worthy of the world of cultivating immortals, and books will fly.
Then it suddenly occurred to me that it wouldn't be the book that I was talking about just now, but that the book of Nima would not only fly, but also speak?
"Master. ”
When Chen Zhandong and Zhang Xu saw this book, they wanted to kneel down again, but the book emitted a ray of light and supported the two.
"Don't be polite, I don't like these vanities. ”
I saw that the light of this book flashed, and it slowly flew towards Lin Qingshan, flew around the heads of the four of them, and then flew back to its original place, nodding.
Don't ask Lin Qingshan how she nodded in this book, she didn't know, anyway, she just felt that this book was nodding, and everyone else felt this way.
‘...... It's just weird. ’
Lin Qingshan didn't know how to complain.
"Well, there are no spies. ”
This time Lin Qingshan heard it very clearly, the sound did come from the book, but where was its vocal organ, Lin Qingshan said that this was a topic worth studying.
"Let's step out of the way. ”
Old Man Chen took a few steps back, and then asked Teacher Fang Fang and Zhang Xu to step back as well, leaving the book and a few young people to look at each other silently.
Lin Qingshan wanted to complain about the sentence above, how did he look at each other.
After the book confirmed that there were no demon cultivators here, they didn't say anything more, and when they saw that the irrelevant people and others had retreated, they began to shine unscrupulously, and the light became stronger and stronger, until Lin Qingshan couldn't look directly at the book, and they couldn't help but stagger their gaze.
Lin Qingshan felt very warm, the warm sun in winter, no wind, and the smell of his father.