"Pei Yichou, why is he here?" Shen Yuxuan said in surprise. Wei Podi didn't recognize the young man in the lead, but he could tell at a glance that this person was Pei Yichou, the direct disciple of Aotian Junshi.
"This Qi Zongwang, after all, is also the majestic master of the holy sect. His skills are not as good as others and he has suffered a lot. Doesn't he feel ashamed to find someone to support him?" Ling Xuanxin had stronger eyesight and looked at Qi Zongwang behind Pei Yichou. , said with a look of contempt.
It turns out that the old man is Qi Zongwang, the lord of Jianding Sect! Wei Podi was still wondering why Gu Fenghua offended Pei Yichou and asked others to call at his door in the middle of the night. He only knew that Pei Yichou was standing up for Qi Zong after hearing Ling Xuanxin's words.
Everyone knows that Aotianjun's envoy protects his weaknesses. As his direct disciple, Pei Yichou is no exception. It would be strange if Gu Fenghua could get a favor!
Now it's all right, and I don't need to use the demon pet myself. Judging from this posture, Gu Fenghua probably has no chance to participate in the Chengyun Grand Competition. The corners of Wei Podi's mouth turned up slightly, thinking gloatingly
Amidst the muffled sound, the door opened again, and it was kicked open twice in one day. Not to mention the wooden door, even the iron door couldn't bear it. The poor wooden door was torn apart, and sawdust flew everywhere. Gu Fenghua and others turned their heads and saw Qi Zongwang's old face like chicken skin.
"Old man, you're back again, are you injured quickly? Do you want to be beaten again?" Lonen asked with a look of contempt. She was immersed in the beautiful vision of rampaging in the Promise Sacred Heaven and trampling on the Sacred Sect, and she didn't pay attention to Qi Zongwang at all.
"Presumptuous, you dare to be so arrogant in front of Mr. Pei!" Don't expose your faults when you curse, don't hit someone in the face, after all, Qi Zongwang is also the majestic patriarch of the holy sect, and he was so taunted by her in front of Pei Yichou and all the disciples, It felt like being slapped hard on the face by someone, his face turned red and then pale, and he cursed loudly with his neck stuck.
If possible, he really wanted to slap this sharp-mouthed dead girl to death with one slap, but he has already seen how powerful they are with their swords. He was not injured when he came in the daytime. Under the sword, the injury has not yet healed, and his cultivation level has fallen from the fifth rank of the Emperor Saint to the third rank of the Emperor Saint. How dare he do anything, he can only push Pei Yichou to the front in a pretentious manner.
"Mr. Pei?" Gu Fenghua and others noticed the young man in front of him with an unusually cold and arrogant face, but they didn't know where it came from.
"This one is the personal disciple of Emperor Aotian, Mr. Pei Yichou." Qi Zongwang said with a sneer.
"Old man, you won't be convinced to ask someone for help after losing a fight, right?" Gu Fenghua looked at Qi Zongwang and then at Pei Yichou, and said in surprise.
They have also heard of the name of Aotianjun's envoy to protect the weak, and knowing the identity of the young man in front of them, it is easy to guess why Qi Zongwang called him.
In fact, when she killed Duanmu Qingming, she had thought of such a result. However, Duanmu Qingming is a junior after all, so it is reasonable for Aotianjun to be his envoy. With Qi Zongwang's status, he still asks Aotianjun to be his envoy, which is a bit beyond Gu Fenghua's expectation.
"Hmph, my Sword Cauldron Sect was originally one of the three holy sects under the seat of Lord Aotian Junshi. Why not stand up for my Sword Dingzong!" Qi Zongwang himself felt a little ashamed, but now that his cultivation base has been damaged, it is impossible to take revenge without anyone helping him out, so he still said brazenly and confidently.
Seeing Qi Zongwang's brazen appearance, Gu Fenghua and others despised him even more. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com