"So it's Junior Brother Fang, thank you." Sang said goodbye to the disciples of the Jian Sect and headed to Bingpo Peak with the new disciple of Weishu Daojun.

Fang Liansheng took her to the flying magic weapon in the white cloud style. Sang looked at the junior brother secretly, and always felt that although he didn't know him, he felt familiar.

At this moment, Fang Liansheng turned his head and looked at her with a smile: "Senior Sister, your hair is longer than before, and your appearance and aura have become much better. I think you have been practicing for the past few years. Congratulations."

"Junior Brother Fang, have we seen it?" Sang felt uncomfortable when he heard him say this, as if he had been peeped naked.

Fang Liansheng didn't care and said directly: "I was originally an ink ice lotus in the nine heavens. I was forgotten by the sea of ​​thunder across the sky. When it failed to transform a thousand years ago, I was picked up by a Mahayana Heavenly King. Senior sister, don't mind, I was the lotus in the lotus pond in the small cave of Bingpo Peak."

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden-red bird suddenly rushed out of Sang Xinkou, flapping its wings, spreading its wings to peck at him.

Fang Liansheng was shocked: "Senior sister, save me. I have just transformed into a human form. My cultivation has not yet recovered, so I can't stand the divine fire."

Without asking for help, Sang grabbed the angry bird with his hands, comforted the leaping flames on its body, and then scratched its chin.

"Bixu didn't spit fire, I think you have a good relationship with it." Sang smiled and called Bixu back to his heart.

Fang Liansheng touched his nose without any further in advance, and instead asked about the situation of Sang Jian Sect.

Sang didn't have any disgust towards this young master of spiritual cultivation, and felt that such a spiritual thing had never been discovered by his side. It can be seen that the treasures in the world really have a destiny.

"The flower on the senior sister's head should be a mutant demon flower, but a strange thing." Perhaps because Fang Liansheng's nature is a spiritual flower, he could see the prototype of the sword-shaped flower Xiaozi on the mulberry head at a glance. He was quite curious and wanted to reach out to touch it.

As expected, his hands, as white as lotus root, were poked into a sieve by the sword energy emitted by Xiao Zi.

Fang Liansheng is now only in the foundation-building stage cultivation level, and he is not careful for a while, and wants to cry without tears. He has to break his hands and then grow a new piece of it.

Sang was stunned by the sight of the demon spirit cultivator, and it would be great if her infinite physical body little magical power could do this one day.

"Senior sister, do you eat lotus root? It's sweet and crispy." Fang Liansheng handed the broken hand he had broken down to Sang.

Sang hurriedly pushed his hands, how could he ask for this? She didn't eat people.

"Then I'll eat it, just replenish the energy." Fang Liansheng said and started eating it, just so.

Sang Momo turned his head, she seemed to know why he stood out among the many disciples of Tianxuan Immortal Sect.

He is cruel enough to himself.

The white clouds were flying slowly and did not fly fast. Sang guessed that it was because at this time, Weishu Taoist Lord was in Bingpo Peak, so he simply asked his disciple to take her around.

Unexpectedly, she really forgot her fear of the Tianxuan Immortal Sect during this turn, and felt that this place was still the same as before.

When he reached the side of a mountain, Sang suddenly realized that it should be the Rookie Peak. The Rookie Peak, which was previously slashed by Weishu Daojun, was re-established again, and the pattern did not change, but there was no strange white house on Houfeng again.

Suddenly, there was a sound of beating and scolding around the corner in front.

Sang Qi arrived and waved his hand to sacrifice a hidden barrier that covered Fang Liansheng, who was eating lotus roots. She was instantly covered with a purple cloak, and her body was covered with no trace of spiritual breath.

She flew over quietly and saw a group of disciples gathering together to beat and scold a man in brown crawling on the ground.

Those disciples should be disciples of Xinxiu Peak, while this brown-clothed disciple who was beaten and scolded was from the outer courtyard of the Immortal Sect.

The group of people cursed and cursed, with all kinds of dirty words, mixed with various kicks and beats. Judging from their words, it seemed that these people had met since childhood and had beaten and scolded them all the way from the school.

The brown-clothed disciple who was insulted and kicked, held his head, curled up and remained silent, and occasionally got kicked and groaned, as if he had become accustomed to all this.

"You guys, you can't come here and be beaten. If you don't want to eat the toast, you will be punished. Today I'll let you see the power of our new magic weapon."

"Haha, with your virtue, you still want to use means to enter the inner courtyard of the Immortal Sect? Dream!"

"Don't talk nonsense about such a trash, let him try the power of the new magic weapon."

...

Those people took out a very strange magic weapon from the storage bag and stabbed it at the lower body of the brown-clothed disciple.

Sang couldn't see it anymore, and waved the fan in his hand and patted the bullying disciples away. If the fan went down, those people would probably be seriously injured.

She appeared unintentionally, and after a brief look at the brown-clothed disciple's injury, she flew back to Fang Liansheng, shook her head and sighed that these disciples' behavior was abominable and might ruin others' lives.

Fang Liansheng said a little indifferently: "Senior sister, everyone has their own ambitions. You can help for a while, but you can't help for a lifetime. Be careful that you will be complained about."

Sang was stunned: "How is this possible?"

"I can't help if my senior sister doesn't believe it. Bingpo Peak has arrived. Master may have something to do. Please wait first, I'll leave." Fang Liansheng clapped his hands, took out a folding fan and flew away from a distance.

Sang saw two big black-song Liansheng on the folding fan. She was speechless and shook her head and stepped onto the road to the top of Bingpo Peak.

She once thought that maybe she would wait for a while, but she didn't expect that as soon as she arrived at the peak palace gate, Weishu Daojun came back and took her into Shixue Palace.

When Wei Shu Daojun met her, he asked, "You are frowning, but are you dissatisfied with the Jian Sect's residence?"

Sang quickly shook his head and said, "That's not, I'm just confused about what I saw and heard just now."

Then she told Wei Shu Taoist Lord about the scene of bullying and bullying among the disciples she had seen before.

"I always thought that only villains would do this. It turns out that the great disciples of the Immortal Sect would have such a bad thing..." Sang said a little embarrassedly, "Master, I don't mean that."

Of course, Weishu Daojun would not think that she was burying the Tianxuan Immortal Sect and said that he was incompetent in governance, but instead reached out to draw an exquisite ice mirror.

"The right and wrong, grudges, will be determined by yourself. Give me your hand and I will see the situation of the bullied disciple."

Sang Yingyan stretched out his hand to ask him to pursue the breath just now, and then he saw a figure slowly appearing on the ice mirror.

There are crowds of people there, as if it is a market outside the Immortal Sect.

Immediately, Sang covered his mouth.

A brown-clothed disciple in the picture raised his head, his face full of cruelty, his eyes flashed with red light, and he was holding a blood-stained dagger in his hand.

As the picture turns, several weak girls and young men fall into a pool of blood and are unconscious...

Then, the brown-clothed disciple restrained his ruthless expression, continued to wave with a dagger at several ordinary people who had just practiced or had not practiced in the closed alley...

"Master!" Sang shouted anxiously.

"Don't panic." Wei Shu Daojun reached out toward the mirror, and an invisible sword energy passed through the space, instantly penetrated the brown-clothed disciple who was wielding the murderous weapon, and then freeze.

Weishu Daojun immediately issued another decree, ordering the law enforcement officers to arrest him and punish him severely, so as to restore the victim's relatives' peace.

After everything was done, Daojun Weishu dispersed the ice mirror and looked at Sang: "So, do you understand?"

Sang felt mixed feelings in his heart, but he still shook his head, and she didn't quite understand.

"The weak can always be bullied." Wei Shu Daojun didn't want to say too much to her, but said, "Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp. If you don't follow the trend, you will have to work harder and braver than others if you want to break out of that quagmire. Do you understand?"

Although Sang didn't understand why that person didn't learn to resist hard, but vented his resentment on someone who was weaker than him, she knew that if she didn't want to be one of the links, she would have to work hard to practice.

Wei Shu Daojun reached out and patted her on the shoulder: "You won't be like this, and ordinary people won't fall into such a situation. Don't take other people's affairs to heart. You've lived in the palace these days, and I'll give you special training before the game."
Chapter completed!