Seeing the young man lying at the gate and fainting after being kicked away, these people didn't look very good.

"Who are you?" one of them said coldly, "Is the Craftsman God Sect also a place for you to spread wild?"

All seven were middle-aged, except for the leader, who looked older, probably in his fifties or sixties, and wore a red satin robe with some broken silver outlines. An old face was full of solemnity and sternness, and when he opened his mouth, he immediately shifted everyone's attention to Chu Hao and the others.

Chu Hao didn't say anything, but Wu Lang took a step forward and said, "How many generations of disciples are you of the Craftsman God Sect?"

"You have such a big mouth, old man, dare to talk to our master like this!" The middle-aged people immediately shouted, and their arrogant appearance made Wu Lang even more annoyed.

The red-robed old man waved his hand, signaling the disciple not to be restless, and said lightly: "The old man is He Chi, the fifth-generation disciple of the Craftsman God Sect, I don't know what the old gentleman's intention is to come to my Craftsman God Sect to provoke and injure the disciple of my Craftsman God Sect!"

When he said the back, his tone was even more unkind, if it wasn't for the fact that Wu Lang was in the innate realm, they would probably have to do it.

"Five generations of disciples, they don't know the etiquette like this. ”

Wu Lang sighed, he didn't expect that he hadn't returned to the sect for decades, and he had become like this, a mere five generations of disciples of the Craftsman God Sect were self-reliant, and the disciples were even more arrogant, he couldn't help but feel a little chill when he thought of everything he had done for the Craftsman God Sect.

You must know that the status of the craftsman in the mainland is neither high nor low, but it is definitely not comparable to the large Xiuzhen family and the Three Great Daomen, and the Craftsman God Sect takes refining weapons as a religious purpose, and its disciples are only about a hundred when Wu Lang leaves, although it is not the top refining weapon, but on the mainland, Wu Lang believes that except for Bizhuang, there should be no Shili refining attainments that can be compared with the Craftsman God Sect. Refining weapons can also make money by burning money, a good third-grade magic weapon can be sold at least fifteen lower-grade spirit stones in the auction house, and the fourth-grade magic weapon is even more valuable, and it is rare to ask for it.

At the beginning, Xiao Chen's fifty lower-grade spirit stones were exchanged for a treasure exquisite Lingling, which shocked the mainland, and the Craftsman God Sect became famous all of a sudden, allowing Wu Lang to embark on the road of revenge that he had not been able to return to his hometown for many years.

But when he returned to this place, although the mountain gate had not changed, it had long been a matter of people, and the feeling of embarrassment filled his body and mind, and he looked at He Chi, who claimed to be a disciple of the fifth generation, and was speechless for a while.

Na He Chi frowned and said, "If you are here to ask for a refining weapon, please go back now, our Craftsman God Sect does not deal with barbarians, hurts my disciples, and speaks wildly, it is really lawless." ”

Wu Lang took out the token just now, he threw it to He Chi, his expression had returned to flatness, and he said coldly: "You disciple, the old man gave him the token to check just now, but he didn't care about it." The punishment of this kick, the old man still feels light!"

He Chi took the token and looked at it in his hand.

At first, he still swept it casually, and when he saw the two sledgehammers and a copper furnace behind the token, he was shocked, his face was full of incredulity, and he raised his head to look at Wu Lang.

Knowing that this person recognized this thing, Wu Lang said lightly: "Do you see it clearly?"

He Chi swallowed his saliva, didn't say anything, and didn't show any respect, but said, "I'll go in and report it." Without waiting for Wu Lang to agree, he instructed his disciples to look at the door, and walked straight in.

Of the remaining six disciples, two helped up the unconscious young man and walked in, and four stared at Chu Hao and the three of them with unkind eyes. Their faces were full of arrogance and grandeur, and they didn't know where these four acquired craftsmen came from with such inexplicable confidence and disdain.

"What's going on, like a thief and a thief. Chu Hao laughed dryly, stared at Wu Lang and said lightly: "The etiquette of your Craftsman God Sect seems to be really not very good. He paused before remembering something, and said, "How many generations of disciples are you?"

"The first master is the second generation of disciples. Wu Lang replied.

Chu Hao nodded and said, "So you are the chief of the third-generation disciples, I don't know that the current head of this Craftsman God Sect is still lower than you in the same rank as you." ”

Wu Lang shook his head and said, "After so many years, I don't know if the original senior brother still recognizes me." After all, I rarely return to the Craftsman God Sect. ”

"What's the matter, your master can make treasures, and I'm afraid that they won't recognize it?" Chu Hao smiled: "Look at the current situation, your master is a gold-lettered signboard of the Craftsman God Sect." ”

Wu Lang was also a good person, so he naturally heard the meaning of Chu Hao's words, he swept the four disciples and did not speak.

Lu Ruhua was cold, standing behind the two of them, cherishing words like gold, unless Chu Hao took the initiative to ask, she would not speak.

After about a cup of tea, Chu Hao suddenly said, "A monk is here." ”

Not long after the words fell, I saw three more people coming out of the gate, in addition to the fifth-generation disciple He Chi just now, there were also two old men who were old and had gray hair.

"Uncle Shi, it's their ......" He Chi was holding Wu Lang's token before entering the door, and he didn't know when he ran to the hands of one of the old men, only to hear He Chi speak respectfully to the two of them, and then pointed his finger at Wu Lang.

As Chu Hao said, these two people were both innate stage monks. However, unlike Wu Lang, their realms are all at the fourth level of Qi cultivation, and they can be regarded as innate cultivators. Although they were old, they were full of spirits and their faces were full of red light. It's just that when he looked at Wu Lang with the gaze pointed by He Chi, his eyes were startled at first, and then slowly turned solemn.

"This token is yours?" a white-haired old man was the first to speak, staring at Wu Lang, his chin slightly raised.

Wu Lang said lightly: "Since Senior Brother Ye has seen the token, why bother me." ”

Chu Hao smiled and said in a loud voice, "It turns out that you know each other." ”

"Bold!" Another white-haired old man suddenly roared, and then said coldly: "Now Senior Brother Ye is the chief disciple among the three generations of disciples, and his status is second only to the head of the family, how can you call it casually." As he spoke, the old man slammed the token in his hand to the ground, stepped on it, and said coldly: "Come on, take down these bold three!"

As the old man's words fell, I saw twenty or thirty people quickly stepping out of it, and some monks flew out of the courtyard, and in an instant, they surrounded Chu Hao and the three of them in the center.

This change was too sudden, Chu Hao and Lu Ruhua didn't react, but Wu Lang was completely angry!

"What do you mean by that?" Wu Lang's face was gloomy, there seemed to be flames erupting from his eyes, he stared at the white-haired old man who was talking behind him, looked at the token that he stepped on under his feet, and said in a cold voice: "Senior Brother Mu, since you recognize me, you still dare to say that the chief disciple is Senior Brother Ye! What you stepped on was the token given by the master, who is more courageous, I think it's you!"

"Bastard thing!" At this time, the white-haired old man surnamed Ye roared: "Wu Lang, you are no longer a member of my Craftsman God Sect, you betrayed your master for glory, betrayed your master, and you still want to be the third generation of my Craftsman God Sect's great disciple! It's really a joke!" He said coldly: "In the past, you hid in the Purple Cloud Gate and made it impossible for us to start, but now you send it yourself, just use your life to sacrifice the heroic spirit of my Craftsman God Sect!"