Ling Xiaozi left, but the Beidou Saint still couldn't calm down for a long time.

According to his style, Ye Xiuwen should have died a hundred times long ago. But the Saint of Nandou and Ling Xiaozi were not wrong.

Indeed, as the two of them said, Lingxiao Pavilion is now becoming increasingly declining.

Compared with Blood Moon Zhai, although he still has an advantage now, the Saint of Nandou said that the Saint Blood Demon Lord’s skills are stronger than before.

And this is also why the Nandou Saint announced his retreat as soon as he came back.

He could not defeat the other party, and he was even a little helpless.

What's more, he and the Saint of Nandou are both very old, but the Holy Blood Demon Lord is still young, even less than 60 years old.

And if he and the Saint of Nandou left, then the fate of Lingxiao Pavilion can be seen from this.

"Xiao Jiezi? Then let it go for this matter?"

Just as the Beidou Saint hesitated and what to do next, Zhang He walked out of the screen behind.

He could hear clearly what Ling Xiaozi said just now. But he was used to being domineering. Even if he was wrong, he would still have to fight for face to come back.

The Saint of Beidou looked at Zhang He and said, "Uncle San? You have done too much over the years. Lingxiao Pavilion is no longer as good as in previous years. In the battle of the Cao Gang, we are equivalent to going to war with Xueyuezhai.

Nowadays, although it seems calm, who can know when the war will start?

I think this matter will be put back. When the battle with Xue Yuezhai will have a result, how can we settle the score with Ye Xiuwen?

Or maybe Ye Xiuwen died directly in this battle, it might not be certain." The Saint of Beidou advised.

"Hmph, you won't make a decision for me,..." Zhang Heyi said in a pretense of anger.

"Uncle San!" The Saint of Beidou called out again.

"Okay, okay, I have a lot of them. I'll go out to relax, don't stop me." Zhang He said.

"It's very dangerous at the foot of the mountain now. Don't go down the mountain if you have nothing to do. Find a room in my East Hall first. You should be out of practice." The Saint of Beidou said again, but Zhang He ignored it at all. He just responded vaguely and then left the East Hall.

When he arrived outside the hall, he thought about it and said to himself: "This little Jiezi is also quite embarrassed, but how could I not swallow this? Well, now, isn't that boy 'Sun Mingze', not idle lately?"

The "Sun Mingze" mentioned by Zhang He is the third disciple of the Saint of Beidou. This third disciple entered the door earlier and is not young anymore. He is even older than the eldest disciple of the Saint of Beidou, "Tianyun Yijian", Heluo and the second disciple "Wan Jianshe" Ye Ming, who is about 45 or 46 years old.

This person is not a genius, but he is diligent and good at using a giant sword.

This giant sword is two meters long and half a meter wide. When you poke it, it is like a door panel. It has infinite power and is extremely powerful. Now it is also at the seventh level of vitality.

Zhang He liked this kid very much because he listened to him and called him Grandpa Third when he met.

Zhang He thought about it and went to the kitchen of the East Palace, asked for a roast chicken, and then took the chicken to find his stupid grandson.

Go east, go west, and come to the back of the west courtyard of the East Hall.

There is a very flat martial arts practice here. Sun Mingze is taking off his shirtless practice.

Sun Mingze is tall and big, and is 2.50 meters tall. His muscles are like dragons.

The complexion of the skin is relatively dark, the black quilt is tied up, and a large bun is tied.

He has a unkempt and a beard with a pair of strange eyes, bigger than a lion's eyes.

With this hand, he raised the Wanjun Stone Cauldron and played around in the air. The disciples of the Beidou lineage around him clapped and cheered.

"good!......"

Zhang He applauded. When Sun Mingze heard that it was Zhang He's voice, he immediately stopped and smiled foolishly: "Three Grandpa, are you here?.........Hello? Your face?..."

When Sun Mingze heard Zhang He's voice, he put down the stone tripod and came to find Zhang He. As a result, he saw that Zhang He's face was covered with slap marks, and now he is still swollen!

"Oh, don't mention it,..." Zhang He lamented, and Sun Mingze became angry at that time and said angrily: "Three Grandpa? You said, who beat you? As long as you are not a master, I will stand up for you."

Sun Mingze roared angrily, his voice like a bell.

Zhang Heyi heard that this stupid boy was still good to him. He pretended to be sobbing twice before saying, "The head of the sect has accepted a new apprentice named Ye Xiuwen. This boy is not following the rules. I said a few words to him, and he will hit someone when he comes up!"

Zhang He said he was so miserable, but when Sun Mingze heard this, he became angry and said angrily: "Three Grandpa, don't be afraid. I'll report to you to my mentor, I'll chop him alive."

After Sun Mingze said that, he pulled the chain in his hand, and ten meters away, his giant sword flew back with a sound of brushing and fell into his hand.

His giant sword must be at least one ton. Carrying the sword, he must go to see his master with Zhang He.

But Zhang He had just come out of the Beidou Saint. How could he go back? He hurriedly said, "My silly boy, I have already gone to your master's place."

"Ah? I've gone, what did my master say? Are you going to kill that kid?" Sun Mingze said with strange eyes rounded.

"Oh, don't mention it!"

Zhang He lamented again, and then said, "Ling Xiaozi is so cunning. Knowing that I have been beaten, he will definitely report to your master. So he ran to your master and sued me for my slander. He also said that if there is no Ye Xiuwen on Lingxiao Pavilion, he will not be able to beat Xueyuezhai,..."

"It's outrageous. Isn't this a joke? Without Ye Xiuwen's rotten egg, we won't make trough cakes?"

Sun Mingze said angrily again, then thought for a while, then said, "Grandpa Third, it's okay. My master is not good for you because of his affection. Let me do it! Where is Ye Xiuwen? I'll chop him now!"

After Sun Mingze said that, he was leaving again, and at this time, Zhang He patted Sun Mingze's bare shirtless and said, "Xiaoze? Grandpa San knew that you are the most filial, but you can't beat him yet, and he has entered the Spiritual Taoist Temple. Our Lingxiao Pavilion has rules. Unless the head personally gives orders, no one can go to the Spiritual Taoist Temple and disturb his disciples' cultivation, otherwise he will be severely punished."

"Is he going to care about his bird?" Sun Mingze said disdainfully.

"Oze? This is the rule. Your mentor repeatedly told me that it was easy to say that it would be easy to make any other thing, but this one cannot be broken.

In this way, Ye Xiuwen has been practicing in the Spiritual Dao Temple for three months. How about you wait for him to come out and stand up for the third grandfather?” Zhang He smiled, and then grinned, because of his cheeks, he was beaten so hard by Ye Xiuwen.

"Well, what the third grandfather said is, don't worry, as soon as he came out of the Spiritual Taoist Temple, I killed him."

After Sun Mingze said that, he was leaving again. At this time, Zhang He asked, "Zezi, what are you going to do?"

"Sharpen the knife!" Sun Mingze said viciously.

"Okay, what a good boy. I'm holding this for you, it's still hot!" Zhang He handed over to roast chicken. Sun Mingze opened the paper bag and saw it, and smiled silly: "It's still the third grandpa, I love me the most, just look at it!"

After saying this, Sun Mingze really left, while Zhang He covered his cheeks and smiled thornyly, thinking: Ye Xiuwen, Ye Xiuwen, I think you will die this time!...
Chapter completed!