Fire Qilin felt no shame at all for being at the height of his level than the four, but he deliberately hid and suddenly released his momentum to attack and win.

After all, what happened to the sneak attack? What happened to the high level?

There are four people on the other side!

Why can't he attack a three-year-old baby if he bullys the more or four hundred-year-olds?

These days, those who are on the front line have died, and those who are not dead are all disabled. Only those who know how to survive can live longer.

Huo Qilin said that he definitely didn't choose to attack and win because he was afraid of pain.

Well, absolutely.

In the bedroom, leaning against his big tiger-skin chair, while eating the newly made durian-flavored ice cream, Huo Qilin argued in his heart about the fact that he was not afraid at all.

On the other side, in another stone chamber, nearly a thousand martial arts masters welcomed new partners - four Jindan masters, and... a group of "martial arts masters" who are called watching the fun, but are actually preparing to take the opportunity to gain benefits.

How could the Huo Qilin, which is determined to carry forward the one-stop industry of robbery, kidnapping and human trafficking, only capture the four major golden elixirs?

Others are afraid that no matter how small the mosquitoes are, they are still meat!

In the stone chamber, Zen Master Wuse saw his ancestor Taoist Master Kongze, and Shaolin ancestor Kongze also saw his junior disciple Wuse.

The two of them looked at each other, and there seemed to be thousands of words in their eyes, but in the end they turned into a helpless sigh.

At this time, silence is better than sound.

Fairy Lingsha in Tianshan is no longer as slim as the previous ice-skinned and snow-bone fairy spirit. She is imprisoned with true energy, and her body is still stained with dust at this time, so she is as embarrassed as she is.

Without even looking at his junior disciple, Fairy Lingsha stood beside Taoist Ermu without saying a word.

Although he was imprisoned for cultivation, the aura of idle people emitting from his body still made everyone present subconsciously look away and dare not look at him.

The second disciple of her family, Qisha Xingjun, quietly shrank to the corner when she saw her master, and consciously became a timid.

On the contrary, Taoist Master Ermu, a pair of worn Taoist robes covered with oil stains and dust, made the old Taoist priest look like a golf warlock.

Looking at his apprentice Xuan Yong, the old Taoist priest's mouth twitched for a long time, and finally turned into a helpless sigh.

"Oh, my skills are not as good as others, and my face is dull!"

When facing his elders, three of the four great masters were speechless.

Only Taoist Taier of Wudang Mountain looked at Taoist Kaorze in Shaolin, and then looked at his elder Taicang Zhenren.

"Disciple Tai Er, I have met Master and Uncle Kongze!"

After hearing Taoist Taier's words, before he could respond, Taicang Zhenren's face froze slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched visible to the naked eye.

"Too...Too second?"

"Return to Master, my disciple is the grandson you have never met for sixty years... the disciple, Tai Er."

This answer made the corners of Taicang Zhenren's mouth twitch even more violently.

"Tai Er? This name...who gave you this stupid one?"

This made Taoist Tai Er stunned.

"Didn't this name be sent to the disciple Qi when the master heard the news that his disciple Sun was born?"

Taicang Zhenren: "..."mmp, I’m calling Taiyi! It’s Taiyi!

Which turtle bastard can regard the good character "B" as "2"?

At the beginning, I deliberately did not use the cursive script I was best at, but switched to the regular script!

Can you read this wrong?

"Master?"

"Ah? Oh, it's okay."

Reminding his consciousness by the voices of his juniors, Taicang Zhenren showed a kind smile on his face.

"Have your father told you that when you named you Taiji, did any story happen?"

Upon hearing this, Master Taier was stunned again.

story?

What other story can I have? Didn’t this name be given by Master?

Could it be...

As if he had thought of something, Taoist Taier showed piety and respect on his face.

"When I go back to Master, my father once said that the disciple's name was the one you sent to send people to send a message from thousands of miles away. At the same time, my father praised his disciple more than once, saying that Master, your cursive writing is becoming more and more outstanding.

If he hadn't seen it frequently with you, he would have been afraid that he would not be able to recognize it!"

Taicang Zhenren: "......", the little turtle, but he didn't recognize him at all!

However, you can't say this in front of your grandson... the disciple, otherwise, will they be the master and the father, still have to save face?

"Well! Tai Er is good, Tai Er is good. Master gave you this name, which is because he has high hopes for you.

The ancestor hopes that you can become the second in Taicang and even surpass me!"

As he said this, with a kind smile on his face, Taicang Zhenren couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Damn, the bastards on Wudang Mountain asked my ancestors to come to save people, but did not tell my ancestors that my grandson's name was Taier, which almost made the ancestor lose people. When they go back, they must clean up the bastards.

Thinking of this in his heart, he forgot that after hearing that his disciple was kidnapped by Huo Qilin, he didn't even say the second sentence and broke through the barrier and came out of the golden top.

Then, he didn't even give others the opportunity to say a word, and flew away from Wudang Mountain with a cool image of pretending to be so cool that he almost attracted lightning.

Many juniors in Wudang are innocently caught in the shooting!

But listening to his master's words, Tai Er's heart was filled with emotion and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

This is the first time since Emei Mieqing Master passed away fifteen years ago that his eyes have turned red.

But, at this moment, an inappropriate sneer sounded.

"Swish! Tai Er? Taicang Er? Will anyone in the world give such a foolish Taoist name to his younger generation?

I see, the name your Taicang Lao Zamao gave me this little grandson was probably Taiyi, right?”

Critical strike!

One blow will kill!

The expression on Tai Er's side froze slightly, and Taicang turned his head instantly, staring at Shaolin's Taoist Master Kōzawa with an angry look on his face.

"Kongze little bald donkey, if you allow you to name your Dharma name a Taoist master who is not a monk or a doctrine, you won't allow me to name my younger generation Tai Er?

Let me tell you, I say that it is two different things, it is Tai Er, Tai Yi? It doesn’t exist!"

As he said that, he looked at Taoist Taier with some guilt, and Zhenren Taicang looked harsh and introverted.

"Little bald donkey, don't think that if you went to Shaolin and got bald, I won't be able to deal with you anymore.

If you dare to slander my reputation, I don’t mind letting you recall the fear of being dominated by my iron fist on Wudang Mountain.”

"Ami...got the fuck Amitabha!"

Listening to Taicang's words, the little monk Kongze also showed anger on his face.

"Wuliang's mother, Tianzun, Taicang Lao Zamao, since you mentioned this, I will settle it with you.

Don’t forget, if it weren’t for you, I was a Taoist priest in Wudang and married a few wives beautifully. Until now, I would have been full of descendants. How could I be caught by the old bald donkey with a bag on my head and shaved my head in Shaolin!”

After rubbing his shiny big bald head, the little monk seemed to have forgotten the fear of being dominated by someone's iron fists on Wudang Mountain more than a hundred years ago.

The so-called angry hair is soaring. Although he has no hair, the young monk still grits his teeth and looks like he is about to fight.

"What? Want to fight? Come on, let me try my newly-educated thunder-induced spell. Five thunders thunderstorm."

"Come on, who will shoot whom? I just practiced the old bald donkey's Tathagata's magic palm recently. The Buddha also got angry, and he just happened to be angry and had nowhere to fire!"

"Come on, who is afraid of whom!"

"Come on, you're grandson!"

Two "young men" who were hundreds of years old started endless quarrels in full view of the public.

At the end of the quarrel, the words turned into action, and the words turned into martial arts.

Of course, as for the Tathagata's magic palm and the thunder mantra, it is naturally impossible to use it.

A monk, whose body was sealed with true energy and whose body was stronger than that of ordinary people, unfolded his martial arts from the flesh from the flesh.

Around him, Tai Er Dao's face was stiff, and the Sei-seo Zen Master was confused.

Turning his head, the two of them looked at each other subconsciously.

"snort!"

Then, he snorted at the same time and turned his head aside tacitly.

The level of tacit understanding is no less than that of two Jindan masters who kick me and punch you, and they will be bruised and swollen.
Chapter completed!