Not long after, dozens of people rushed out of the courtyard at the top, rushing towards this side.

Along the way, the disciples all bowed their heads, and the white-bearded old man in the lead was full of wrinkles on his face, and his footsteps staggered towards this side. The old man was dressed in a black robe, with a turban on his head, and his body was a little rickety, and it was also very thin, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, but he walked extremely heavy, and he made a sound step by step.

Seven layers of Qi training.

Chu Hao was stunned, this old man was not simple, he had actually reached the cultivation of the seventh level of Qi training, and he should be regarded as one of the strongest monks in the Craftsman God Sect, a place where refining weapons is the main practice.

"Uncle!"

Surrounded by dozens of people, this person slowly came to this place like the stars holding the moon.

At this time, Wu Lang's eyes were red, and he suddenly knelt down on the ground, his knees fell to the ground, his face was full of excitement, he opened his mouth, his lips trembled a little, and he let out a hoarse cry.

"Are you...... Wu Lang ......"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then he was also shocked, left the support of others, and then walked quickly towards Wu Lang, then stopped more than ten meters away, and then said: "You, you are really Wu Lang!"

"It's me, it's a disciple!" At this moment, Wu Lang, who had been enduring it since he stepped into the realm of Wu Kingdom, couldn't hold back anymore, tears burst out of his eyes, the hot tears covered his old cheeks, the two lines of tears contained too many things too heavy, and he also carried too many things on his shoulders!

"Good, good...... You're back, you're finally back!"

The old man said "yes" three times in a row, and his eyes were full of gentleness and kindness, and his eyes were a little red.

This scene shocked all the disciples, they had never seen the head of the sect master so out of shape, and he was so moved that he was about to burst into tears, it was really unbelievable.

"I'm back, yes, the disciple has been away from the Craftsman God Sect for a total of thirty-seven years, and he's back!" Wu Lang choked up, but he was full of excitement and excitement! How many thirty-seven years does a mortal have in his life? Although Wu Lang has stepped into the innate but has not reached the foundation, he cannot be said to be a real monk, after all, he is just a mortal, an ordinary person with a life span of more than ordinary people.

Being able to meet the living teacher and uncle is like seeing your parents and teachers, unable to express and incoherent.

It can be seen that the old man is also very excited, his shriveled and skinny hands stretched forward, and his feet took a step forward, as if he wanted to help Wu Lang up. But then, he took a deep breath and stopped moving.

The old man turned his head without leaving a trace, and when he turned around again, his eyes were a little more stern and cold, only to hear him shout: "Wu Lang, you dare to come back!"

Wu Lang said loudly: "Uncle Bi, the disciple is coming back this time, and he has something to report to his uncle!"

"You left the sect without saying a word and went to the Ziyun Gate of the evil thief Xiao Chen, are you worthy of your master, worthy of Master Ouyang!" A sad look flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said: "Since the old man has sat in the position of this sect master, he must be responsible for the entire Craftsman God Sect, although you used to be the eldest disciple of the Craftsman God Sect, but now you are not, you don't have to say anything to me!"

"Uncle!" Wu Lang said sadly: "Others don't understand the disciple, don't even Uncle Bi understand the disciple? The first master and the uncle have always been brothers, and the disciple has always respected the master, isn't the disciple's personality still unclear!"

"People's hearts are separated from their bellies, old man...... I don't know!" the old man waved his hand, ignoring the sad and desperate look on Wu Lang's face, and said with hatred: "When you come back this time, are you still thinking about your identity as the chief disciple?"

As he spoke, the old man's bearing gradually returned, and his cold gaze swept over Ye Dong, He Chi and the others, and then put it on Chu Hao and Lu Ruhua's bodies, looking at Ye Dong lying on the ground and wailing, he said angrily: "Wu Lang, you want to dismantle my sect, Ye Dong is now the chief craftsman, the pillar of my Craftsman God Sect, you actually injured him!"

"I did it!"

Chu Hao was hindered by the greetings between the two of them, and it was inconvenient for him to speak, but at this moment, when he saw the old man looking like an old fool, shouting and scolding at Wu Lang, he was naturally unhappy, and said: "There is still a group of disciples at the gate of your Craftsman God Sect, they are all beaten by me, and the sect master should not go out to check it in person!"

The old man couldn't see through Chu Hao's cultivation, and his voice was hoarse, as if he was deliberately and like he was born, and he couldn't tell his age. And his black robe is wrapped in a mysterious and abnormal, which makes people feel weird for no reason. Seeing that he didn't come to ask for magic weapon refining, but seemed to be with Wu Lang, the old man suddenly became a little cautious, "Why did Your Excellency hurt my disciple of the Craftsman God Sect, what is the relationship between you and Wu Lang?"

"I don't have anything to do with him, but I have something to do with your Craftsman God Sect. Chu Hao smiled and said, "The old man is the honorary elder of the Craftsman God Sect, and when we meet for the first time, the head of the sect master is far away!" As he spoke, he patted his robe and said, "The honorary elder has seen the head of the sect master, and he is polite." ”

"Poof-" Lu Ruhua couldn't help laughing, like ice and snow melting, but this smile was only a blink of an eye, and in an instant, she returned to her cold appearance.

"You are the elder of the Purple Cloud Sect!" he couldn't see through Chu Hao's cultivation, judging from his strength in the seventh layer of Qi cultivation, he was naturally more than a point or two higher than himself, the old man pondered for a moment and asked.

Wu Lang said anxiously: "This senior is not an elder of the Purple Cloud Sect, this has something to do with what I reported to the head sect master!"

Mu Yanfeng, who had been exposed to the sun for a long time over there, shouted at this time: "Sect Master, don't listen to the nonsense of Wu Lang, a despicable villain, he betrayed my Craftsman God Sect first, and he is a shameless man!

"Mu Yanfeng, how can the old man be the kind of villain you say!" Wu Lang was furious.

Mu Yanfeng sneered: "The head sect master also said just now, people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, who knows what you think, and even I suspect that Master Ouyang's death at the beginning has nothing to do with you!"

"You!" Wu Lang was so angry, his former classmates actually insulted and slandered him like this, and in a word, he abandoned his obsession and his persistence as if he were treacherous! The pain in Wu Lang's heart was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, and he coughed and couldn't speak.

Chu Hao saw a little clue, his breath locked on Mu Yanfeng, how could this guy open his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, before he said: "I'm sorry master!" Then his spiritual power was released, and the disciples and elders of the Craftsman God Sect around him were all shocked by a distance of several zhang, leaving only him in the middle, Wu Lang, Lu Ruhua and the head of the Craftsman God Sect.

The old man's face showed a look of horror, he would not be unfamiliar with the fluctuation of this spiritual power, and he looked at Chu Hao with vigilance.

Wu Lang wanted to speak, but Chu Hao waved his hand, looked at the old man, and made that crow-like rotten voice: "It's quiet now, no one will disturb me in my spiritual power barrier." Let's talk about it. After a pause, Chu Hao said lightly: "If the old man is not mistaken, the head sect master, you are worried about something, and you dare not accept Wu Lang." ”