On the way to Zuoqiu Heng's palace, Black Dress was beaten black and blue by the three people in red dress because he continued to act tough in front of Pang Xuan.
"I can't be bothered to meet you guys …"
Black Dress, who had not yet sobered up, shook his head fiercely and came to his senses with a dumbfounded look.
"What, what did I do?"
"You're courting death." Zuoqiu Heng sneered, "To be honest, you're the best at courting death I've ever seen!"
Zuoqiu Dan squatted down and looked at Black Dress, clicking his tongue, "Although you have to deceive him because of the situation, can you not act tough? Let's not talk about deceiving him. Think about Pang Xuan, a weakling with no imperial talent, pretending to be like that in front of him. Do you think he'll spare you? "
"I, I won't be exposed, will I?" Black Dress trembled, "I, I think I'm a good match for Xie Tian. Pang Xuan …"
Red Dress sighed with pity, "Let's not think about Pang Xuan for now."
The three people looked at her in unison.
"You'd better think about how to deal with Chou Ao first."
The two Zuoqiu brothers suddenly understood.
"Yes, Chou Ao is almost scared out of his wits."
"If he believes you and bends to you, will you continue to act tough?"
"If you continue to act tough for a while and are exposed again, the consequences …" Zuoqiu Heng couldn't help laughing, "Black Dress, I think your epitaph must be written with the words' die from acting tough ', hahahaha …"
Black Dress got up with a grunt, "Hurry back to Love Palace!"
"Can you go back?" Red Dress sneered, "With you here, Love Palace's prestige will soar. Who will let you go back?"
Black Dress burst into tears, "Then, then what should I do?"
"Alas …" Red Dress didn't know what to say, "The only thing you can do now is to pray."
"Pray?"
"Pray that Pang Xuan doesn't have the intention to kill you before we return to Love Palace alive."
For an existence like Pang Xuan, there was no need to kill him personally. Countless people would be willing to turn the killing intent in his heart into action.
"No, even the most cowardly Xie Tian is willing to help me. It won't be exposed too early, it won't be …"
Black Shirt, who was muttering to himself in a daze, did not expect that Pang Xuan had already begun his journey of deciphering the secret.
"Reporting to Master." The core disciple who had previously reported the news to Pang Xuan had a look of astonishment on his face. "The person who set the record in the Seven Great Trial Grounds was not Black Robe."
Pang Xuan, who was lamenting that Black Robe was a strong opponent, heard this and looked at the servant kneeling on the ground. His eyes gradually narrowed.
The core disciple was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He kowtowed and said anxiously, "The person who set the abnormal record is called Martial Ancestor. Moreover, his results this time are exactly the same as last time."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
I want to tell you!
Who the hell knew that the people from Wen Qing Palace were here!
"It's all this servant's fault, please forgive me, Master!"
The core disciples who didn't dare to explain laid on the ground, shivering.
Within the hall, only Pang Xuan's indistinct breathing could be heard. The sound of his breathing was like the sound of metal colliding, yet it also seemed like the calm ocean was rippling with rage.
"But if there's a next time, you can dissolve yourself."
Hearing this, the core disciple felt as if he had been pardoned and said gratefully, "Thank you, Master!"
"Step down."
Only Pang Xuan was left in the hall, and the sound of his breathing gradually disappeared.
From his expression, Pang Xuan wasn't angry. He even had a faint smile on his face.
But this didn't mean that he really wasn't angry.
With his intelligence, he had an eighty percent understanding of what had happened to him in the past two hours.
Although there were still twenty percent unsolved, this didn't affect his understanding at all — — he had been tricked.
"Martial Ancestor? Haha, I more or less understand why you're able to survive … "
With a soft murmur, Pang Xuan slowly stood up. The friction between the outline of his body and the void emitted a prism-like seven-colored light.
"But how long you can live, should be decided by me."
At the same time, Wen Qing Palace, Tian Que Mountain.
Liu Yuan Menzhi, who had rolled down the mountain, climbed up halfway and instantly restored the posture and bearing of an elder. He calmly and politely stood in front of Shui Xi who had come to visit.
Shui Xi was the Vice Palace Lord of Emotion Questioning Palace, half a step to Daozu.
Second Saint first made a Dao salute, then bowed. "This junior greets Senior Shui Xi."
Shui Xi loved to smile.
Seeing Second Saint roll halfway down the mountain because of his words, his smile deepened.
Then he saw that the Second Saint seemed completely oblivious to the stormy situation he had mentioned. His smile grew even wider.
"There's no need for that." Shui Xi smiled. "Let's just call each other fellow Daoist."
Second Saint was terrified. "This junior doesn't dare …"
"There's always someone who dares, isn't there?"
Shui Xi smiled and strode up the mountain.
Taking advantage of this gap, Liu Yuan Menzhi looked at each other and saw the almost tangible shock in the depths of each other's eyes.
"Little bastard teasing Pang Xuan?"
"My god, what on earth happened?!"
After a brief exchange of glances, Second Saint deeply understood the four words — unstable.
And these four words happened to be the Yin Yang Sect's current situation.
Half a step to Daozu had arrived. Apart from Second Saint, no one was qualified to welcome him.
And Xie Tian, who was the most tactful and the fastest to run, was called to a stop by Shui Xi.
"Fellow Daoist, please wait."
Hearing the word "fellow Daoist," the scattered disciples were thrown into confusion, and Second Saint almost fell off the mountain.
As expected, Xie Tian stopped in his tracks.
Three breaths later, he found that he could move his neck, so he slowly turned his head to look at the smiling Shui Xi not far away.
"Word of Law Enforcement?"
"Exactly."
"That's much more profound than I thought."
"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me."
"What business do you have with me?"
"I'm new here, I wonder if fellow Daoist can take the Old Man on a tour of Tian Que Mountain?"
"Oh, can I change my clothes?"
"I've been negligent."
After half an hour, Xie Tian, who had changed into a brand new black suit, took Shui Xi along another path up the mountain.
"Actually, I'm not familiar with Tian Que Mountain either."
"Haha, if that's the case, I can enjoy it with the Old Man."
"That's true, but there's something …"
"What is it?"
"Who are you?"
The dumbfounded Yin Yang Sect crowd clearly saw Shui Xi's body stiffen at these words, and then she laughed.
"Haha, I've been negligent again. The Old Man's name is Shui Xi, and he is the Deputy Palace Lord of Outer Heaven Palace."
"Oh, I've heard a lot about you."
…
It wasn't until Xie Tian and Shui Xi turned a small hill and disappeared that the Yin Yang Sect crowd, who seemed to have been struck by ten thousand lightning bolts, gradually came back to their senses.
But the effect of coming back to their senses was to make them realize what had just happened.
For example, the sudden arrival of the Deputy Palace Lord.
For example, the Deputy Palace Lord had called someone Little Grand Master, and said that Pang Xuan had been tricked.
For example, the Deputy Palace Lord Shui Xi had called Xie Tian Fellow Daoist.
For example, Xie Tian's attitude toward Shui Xi.
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