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Chapter 204 Xuangui Patriarch, Don't Fried Hair (4)
Chapter 204 Mysterious Turtle Patriarch, Don’t Fry Your Hair ([-])
Hearing her whisper, Mu Ran was sensitive to the hidden meaning in her words: "Aren't you a human race?!"
"I never said I was human."
When the woman heard his question, she answered sincerely based on the principle of honesty and trustworthiness.Then he was very sincerely surrounded by a group of sword cultivators.
"What's your intention to get into my Palace of Seven Sages?!"
"Didn't you insist on bringing me up?" Surrounded by the shining sword, the woman didn't panic at all, and even her tone of voice was still so lazy.
She continued to tease the little tortoise in the jug with one hand and another, and when she saw the emotion in the tortoise's eyes, she smiled lightly and said:
"Okay, stop pointing at me with those scraps of metal, let Chen Xiang come out to see me."
"Shut up! Is this the name of my ancestor that a demon like you can call directly?!"
Suddenly, the surrounding disciples were filled with indignation - Ancestor Chenxiang's sword was the sword of their founder. Even they, the Immortal Sect disciples, could only take a look at the ancestor's body from a distance when they chose to become sword cultivators. .
Not to mention calling him by his first name, even if he thought about it on a normal day, he felt that he was going beyond blasphemy.It can be said that in the hearts of the sword cultivation disciples of Qixian Palace, the Agarwood Sword is definitely like a dream lover!
Now there is an ignorant woman who blasphemes the gods in their hearts with a superior tone, how can they tolerate it?
Unexpectedly, when this woman heard the words, not only did she not restrain herself, but she said something even more infuriating:
"Oh, the world has really changed. Now any cat or dog can make up a story to start a school, and a sword spirit who is only a thousand years old dares to bear the name of the ancestor.
Tsk tsk, Xuan Qing, do you think I should educate these juniors?Or should they continue to commit suicide? "
As soon as she finished speaking, the mountains below them shook, and then, from under her feet, cracks like lines on the turtle shell spread out at lightning speed.
Looking at the amplitude of the mountain's vibration, it is obvious that these cracks are not just spreading outward horizontally, but the inside of the mountain is also affected by these cracks. If this continues, the mountainside of this mountain will be hit by these cracks in less than an hour. wear.
By the time……
"Fellow Daoist, be merciful! I don't know how the villains of my Seven Sages Hall provoked Fellow Daoist?!"
Just as a group of disciples were lying, lying, or kneeling awkwardly on the upper ridge, a vague voice came from all around.
As soon as the sound came out, the vibration of the mountain stopped.When Mu Ran and the others heard this voice, they almost burst into tears—this is their ancestor!
"Pretending to be a ghost! Get out!"
Unexpectedly, the woman in black was extremely dissatisfied with the voice's appearance in such a way. Her right hand, which was not holding the jug, suddenly became a claw, thinking of the direction of the ground and grabbed it vigorously.
There was only a rumbling sound coming from the ground, and in less than five breaths, there was a coughing sound coming from the ground.
Immediately afterwards, under the stunned eyes of Mu Ran and others, a man in purple clothes and purple hair, born with a noble air, came straight to the woman's palm as if throwing himself into his arms.
At the last moment, the man's neck was tightly held by the woman's palm, and his coughing was not over yet.
"Ahem!! You... Patriarch Akabane!!"
"Ancestor!"
The first cry was from the purple-clothed and purple-haired man, but the latter cry was from all the kneeling disciples.
(End of this chapter)
Hearing her whisper, Mu Ran was sensitive to the hidden meaning in her words: "Aren't you a human race?!"
"I never said I was human."
When the woman heard his question, she answered sincerely based on the principle of honesty and trustworthiness.Then he was very sincerely surrounded by a group of sword cultivators.
"What's your intention to get into my Palace of Seven Sages?!"
"Didn't you insist on bringing me up?" Surrounded by the shining sword, the woman didn't panic at all, and even her tone of voice was still so lazy.
She continued to tease the little tortoise in the jug with one hand and another, and when she saw the emotion in the tortoise's eyes, she smiled lightly and said:
"Okay, stop pointing at me with those scraps of metal, let Chen Xiang come out to see me."
"Shut up! Is this the name of my ancestor that a demon like you can call directly?!"
Suddenly, the surrounding disciples were filled with indignation - Ancestor Chenxiang's sword was the sword of their founder. Even they, the Immortal Sect disciples, could only take a look at the ancestor's body from a distance when they chose to become sword cultivators. .
Not to mention calling him by his first name, even if he thought about it on a normal day, he felt that he was going beyond blasphemy.It can be said that in the hearts of the sword cultivation disciples of Qixian Palace, the Agarwood Sword is definitely like a dream lover!
Now there is an ignorant woman who blasphemes the gods in their hearts with a superior tone, how can they tolerate it?
Unexpectedly, when this woman heard the words, not only did she not restrain herself, but she said something even more infuriating:
"Oh, the world has really changed. Now any cat or dog can make up a story to start a school, and a sword spirit who is only a thousand years old dares to bear the name of the ancestor.
Tsk tsk, Xuan Qing, do you think I should educate these juniors?Or should they continue to commit suicide? "
As soon as she finished speaking, the mountains below them shook, and then, from under her feet, cracks like lines on the turtle shell spread out at lightning speed.
Looking at the amplitude of the mountain's vibration, it is obvious that these cracks are not just spreading outward horizontally, but the inside of the mountain is also affected by these cracks. If this continues, the mountainside of this mountain will be hit by these cracks in less than an hour. wear.
By the time……
"Fellow Daoist, be merciful! I don't know how the villains of my Seven Sages Hall provoked Fellow Daoist?!"
Just as a group of disciples were lying, lying, or kneeling awkwardly on the upper ridge, a vague voice came from all around.
As soon as the sound came out, the vibration of the mountain stopped.When Mu Ran and the others heard this voice, they almost burst into tears—this is their ancestor!
"Pretending to be a ghost! Get out!"
Unexpectedly, the woman in black was extremely dissatisfied with the voice's appearance in such a way. Her right hand, which was not holding the jug, suddenly became a claw, thinking of the direction of the ground and grabbed it vigorously.
There was only a rumbling sound coming from the ground, and in less than five breaths, there was a coughing sound coming from the ground.
Immediately afterwards, under the stunned eyes of Mu Ran and others, a man in purple clothes and purple hair, born with a noble air, came straight to the woman's palm as if throwing himself into his arms.
At the last moment, the man's neck was tightly held by the woman's palm, and his coughing was not over yet.
"Ahem!! You... Patriarch Akabane!!"
"Ancestor!"
The first cry was from the purple-clothed and purple-haired man, but the latter cry was from all the kneeling disciples.
(End of this chapter)
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