The Holy Son of Zhuoguang immediately asked solemnly: "Besides the master of Sanqing Temple and his three disciples, what other powerful people are there in the Taoist sect?"

Shui Yun said respectfully: "According to the information that the Holy Church has found out over the years, except for the master of Sanqing Temple and his three disciples, there is nothing to fear."

He hesitated and said: "If the Taoist sect is really an ancient sect passed down from ancient times, there may be some methods that are difficult for us to find out."

The Holy Son of Burning Light was shocked, and a strong premonition arose in his heart. They might not be able to come back. The injury immediately reflected the loss of his mind. There was a tightness in his chest and blood surged up. The Holy Son of Burning Light bent over and coughed repeatedly.

After two sounds, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he gasped for air.

Shui Yun quickly stepped forward to support the Holy Son of Burning Light and said worriedly: "Holy Son, you are injured! Who in the Western Region can hurt you?"

The Holy Son of Burning Light stood up straight and said: "The master of that sect is indeed remarkable. There are few people who can rival him under the saint."

Shui Yun was greatly shocked and said in horror: "Did the master of the Taoist sect hurt you?"

The Holy Son of Burning Light glanced at her and said proudly: "He was injured more seriously than me! If he hadn't escaped quickly, the Dao Sect would have been destroyed."

Shui Yun quickly said respectfully: "Below the Holy Son's crown is the great sun in the sky, which shines thousands of miles away. Naturally, it is not comparable to that of a mere native of the Western Region."

The Holy Son of Burning Light nodded with satisfaction and said: "Arrange a secret room for me!"

Shui Yun responded respectfully: "Yes!"

…

In the evening, the sun sets in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the Sanqing Temple halfway up the mountain, making it appear peaceful and peaceful.

Shi Hao and the others took care of their injuries, cleaned them up, and then walked out of the room.

"Hey~ Junior Brother, can you lend me your throne for a while? I will return it to you after a while." Bai Xiaochun's voice came from afar.

Ning Yi said helplessly: "Senior brother, I really can't borrow this!"

Bai Xiaochun shouted loudly: "Junior brother, you are too unjust. I was beaten severely by the old man in the temple because of you. You have such a strong power, but you still hide it and watch the brothers being beaten.

Shit."

"Senior brother, master said that the power of a god should not be used lightly."

"Then you reuse it!"

Ning Yi: "(д；)"

…

As they talked, the two people walked out of the Qianyuan, all looking refreshed and refreshed.

Qingxue's figure flashed out of the front door and waved to the two of them from afar.

Bai Xiaochun and Ning Yi immediately stopped talking and appeared in front of Qingxue. They bowed and said, "Senior sister~"

Qingxue said softly: "Master is back and is resting in the yard. Please keep your voice down."

Bai Xiaochun said in confusion: "Isn't it normal for Master to come back? Why do you have to keep your voice low?!"

Qingxue frowned and said solemnly: "Master came back injured, and the injury was very serious."

Ning Yi and Bai Xiaochun's eyes widened suddenly, and their hearts were shaken.

Bai Xiaochun lost his voice and said: "How is it possible? Who can hurt Master?"

Ning Zhen also quickly asked: "Senior sister, who hurt the master?"

Qingxue looked at Ning Zhen and said: "The Holy Son of the Holy Temple came to the Western Regions with three extraordinary mid-termers to look for the son of Hades. Master went to intercept them and started a battle with the Holy Son of the Holy Temple outside."

Ning Yi was shocked, a warm current surged into his heart, his nose was sore, and he murmured: "Master was injured because of me!"

Bai Xiaochun also murmured: "Why don't you take us with you? We can also help!" Bai Xiaochun, who was greedy for life and fearful of death, also had a rare moment of strength. He did not say escape and took the initiative to fight.

Ning Yi walked toward the front yard of the Taoist temple, and when he came under the peach blossom tree, the smell of blood immediately hit his face.

Ning Yi subconsciously clenched his fists, the corners of his eyes turned red, and secretly tightened his gums, Holy Temple~

Ning Yi knelt down in front of Li Ping'an with a bang and bowed to the ground.

Li Ping'an opened his eyes, turned to look at Ning Zhen, and said with a smile: "What are you doing?"

Ning Yi straightened up and said with sore eyes: "Master, you are injured because of me."

Li Ping'an sat up straight and said: "You call me master, and my master will naturally protect you. Get up!"

Ning Yi stood up from the ground and stood respectfully beside him. Looking at Li Ping'an's messy Taoist robe and the black blood on his chest, his heart twitched. Ever since they became a disciple, the master has always been a heaven-like existence in their hearts. Yun

Calm and strategizing, Master has always been invincible from the Western Region to the Secret Realm of the Vast Sea to the Stone Kingdom. I have never seen Master in such a miserable state, and I hate the Holy Temple even more.

Ning Yi whispered: "Master, am I really the son of Hades?"

"Fucking son of Pluto, you are Qingming, a Taoist disciple Qingming!" Li Ping'an said angrily.

Ning Yi was stunned, and the corner of his mouth twitched and said: "Master, you said dirty words!"

Li Pingan glanced at him and said, "No way?!"

Ning Ying shook his head and nodded again and again, whatever the master said was fine.

Li Ping'an said slowly: "Don't listen to what the Holy Hall said about the son of Pluto. Just remember that you are yourself, Ning Yi, and the Taoist Qingming. Whether it is the Holy Hall or Pluto, I will protect you as a teacher."

Ning Yi's eyes turned red and he was moved and shouted: "Master~"

Li Ping'an stood up from the recliner, stretched his neck and said, "Let's go! It's time to eat."

Ning Yi respectfully responded: "Yes!"

The two of them walked towards the backyard.

…

In the early morning of the next day, Li Ping'an was in great condition after a night's rest. Although he had not returned to his prime, at least there was no pain all over his body.

After the morning class, Ye Yu was already lying lazily on the deck chair under the peach tree in the front yard, holding a book in his hand and reading, sometimes happy, sometimes frowning, sometimes suddenly enlightened, the aura around his body was flickering, as if he had entered a state of enlightenment.

Li Ping'an came over and sat down on a recliner next to him. He turned to look at the book in Ye Yu's hand. On the book was a picture of a heroic girl wearing armor and holding a sharp sword. Next to it were written a few big characters "Tsuma No Shang"

General".

Li Ping'an was slightly stunned. He thought he was reading some mysterious classic, but he didn't expect it to be such a legend. He was speechless for a while. He didn't see her practicing every day. I really don't know where she got such a strong cultivation?!

Ye Yu glanced at Li Ping'an, closed the thick one with a snap, stuffed it under his buttocks like a thief guard, coughed and said as if nothing had happened: "I heard that you had a fight with the Holy Son of the Holy Church yesterday?"

Li Ping'an said doubtfully: "Has the news spread? There was obviously no third person here when we fought! Who did you listen to?"

If something happened, Ye Yu said: "Some intelligence agencies are all-pervasive, secretly filming and following you, and doing whatever they can. They must have discovered your fight, and it has spread all over the world now."

"Really?" Li Ping'an said, showing deep doubt. Is the intelligence organization so powerful?
Chapter completed!