Flower Master in the City Chapter 2124: The truth about the so-called great calamity in the world of cultivation

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It seems that the teacher-in-chief has already expected it. The sleeves are rolled with strong wind, and Zhuo Yuanfan is pushed away, and then he looks at the visitor coldly: "This fellow Taoist, what do you want to do?"

"Of course I killed him!" The visitor was full of anger, his eyebrows were tightly twisted together, and his eyes were murderous: "My father and my second uncle died in that catastrophe. , Since he is a descendant of that person, what's the problem with killing him for revenge?"

"The wrongdoer has the head and the debtor. This fellow Taoist understands his desire for revenge. It's just that you have found the wrong person." As the head teacher spoke, he slapped Zhuo Yuanfan's body with a burst of true energy. , Soothed his emotions.

The man is not young, his beard and hair are white. The whole figure is like an irritated white lion. He roars, "Old man, don't come here! If you dare to stop me from taking revenge, I will even you Kill them together!"

"Since the poor Dao asked Zhuo Xiaoyou to come out to testify, he naturally wanted to save his life." In the face of this man's violent killing intent, the head teacher did not have the slightest intention of retreating. "Moreover, the things that year were actually foggy. Today, Pang Dao wants to uncover the truth of the year and let you all know who the real enemy is!"

"Just relying on the few people you found, who are not the witnesses of what happened back then, dare you say anything to uncover the truth?" The white-haired old man stared at the head teacher coldly, "I think you just want to borrow them. To mislead us, and then take this to clear your suspicion of the Chongyang Palace."

The head teacher Ren smiled faintly, and didn't care about this person's words: "This fellow Taoist didn't hear clearly. Xiaoyou Zhuo just said that the incident in the past was indeed related to the Chongyang Palace. There is no denial, how can you put it away?"

The white-haired old man suddenly became dumb, and had to say: "Then he is also my enemy after waiting. It will be hard to dispel my hatred if you don't kill him!"

"If you want to kill me, you have a chance, why don't you let me finish?" Zhuo Yuanfan was also a little bit courageous, and was not intimidated by the aura of the white-haired old man, but said mockingly: "Or you Are you afraid of the truth I told you?"

"Fart! Your little hairy boy knows the truth about a fart!" The white-haired old man glared at Zhuo Yuanfan and said disdainfully.

Zhu Yuanfan said indifferently: "Is it true? After I listen to it, I will give it to everyone to judge. But you don't even let me say anything, and you want to kill me. Who knows if you are afraid of something. "

There is some truth to this. Many casual cultivators present felt that the white-haired old man's approach was a bit too much. After all, the predecessor Xiuxian who harmed people was dead, and he was not guilty of his family, not to mention that it was an old grievance more than 100 years ago.

"Okay, I will listen to what flowers you can tell!" Seeing that the white-haired old man couldn't do what he wanted, he had to resist his anger and turned back to his seat.

However, the white-haired old man has died down, but the monk Haida and Zhao Xiangu have different opinions.

Monk Haida directly questioned: "As the head teacher, these people you invited have never witnessed the events of the year with their own eyes. Why do you think they are the truth?"

"Yes, who knows if you made a plan beforehand." Zhao Xiangu speculated maliciously.

Master Ren smiled indifferently, and said sincerely: "Although they did not personally experience the events of the year, they are somewhat related to the people of the year, and they also have the seals and evidence left by those people. Listen It’s okay to listen. And, after they finish speaking, if you still don’t believe me, you can invite another expert to testify."

"Are there masters again?" Monk Haida sneered: "As the head teacher, you have been in retreat for thirty years, and you have known so many masters when you came out. It wasn't the primordial soul who made friends when he was out of his body. "

Zhao Xiangu is also very unbelief: "Since there is an expert, you can just invite this so-called expert out, and you will waste time listening to these people's nonsense."

"This is the request of the expert." Teacher Ren said blankly: "Listen to it, it doesn't matter, why do you resist so much?"

Several representatives of casual cultivators could not help but exchange their eyes, and finally Monk Haida gave in: "Okay, then let's see what the **** your head teacher is doing."

The head teacher Ren did not mind the hook left in the words of the great monk, and faintly rushed to Zhuo Yuanfan and the others and said: "You go on, don’t be afraid, this is the Chongyang Palace, although the poor Taoist cultivation is not high , But it won’t let anyone hurt your lives."

The white-haired old man snorted coldly, knowing that the head teacher was talking about him, and his mood became more and more unhappy.

"My uncle’s name, Zhuo Yuqing, was actually less than forty years old. He had just taken over as the master of the Sacred Sect. His cultivation has reached the Qi-refining stage and the Great Consummation is only one step away from the foundation. ." Zhuo Yuanfan slowly talked about the life of his uncle, his words were clear, not slow and fast, and everyone in the hall and outside the hall could hear clearly: "At that time, he thought of countless ways. Can’t break through the cultivation base. At this moment, he got an ancient exercise method from the ancient tomb near Wugong Mountain. In order to explore the authenticity of the exercise method, he came to Zhongnan Mountain and found the master Chen Ruhui at that time. , The two discussed for three days and three nights, and finally decided to give it a try."

"It's all nonsense, no words, we don't have time to listen to you telling the person's life here." Zhao Xiangu couldn't hold back her anger, and angrily said: "Either just talk about the subject, or just stop talking, everyone Your time is not wasted."

Zhu Yuanfan couldn’t help but raised his eyes to look at the expression of the head teacher, but saw that the other party just waved his hand indifferently, so he went straight to the topic: "The ancient practice records a secret technique for breaking through the realm, as long as you cooperate With the use of spiritual veins and formations, you can improve the cultivation of hundreds of people in a short period of time. At that time, the country’s mountains and rivers were shattered, and it was just when people were employed. My uncle wanted to lobby various martial sects and wanted them to accept this. The practice was passed on to all the disciples to practice, but was rejected."

Back then, the practices of the various sects can also be understood. After all, the defensiveness is indispensable. Who knows whether the practice that suddenly appeared is true or false. If there is any drawback, the inheritance of the sect is simply an end. Disaster.

"Disappointed, my uncle decided to implement his plan in secret, and then, in the name of the Chongyang Palace, summoned the world's free cultivators to gather in Zhongnanshan." Zhuo Yuanfan said more and more freely, and his tone gradually changed. Inspiration: "At the same time, he also adopted orphans in the chaos of the war, intending to train them to practice that practice, so that he has the current view of peace of mind."

"Damn, is the nonsense done!" The white-haired old man saw that everyone seemed to be fascinated by the hearing, and couldn't help but couldn't help but woke up those people loudly: "Say this is a fart. For general reasons, you can't escape the crime of brutality!"

"Changqingshan, what are you doing in such a hurry." At this time, the reassuring old Taoist Qiu called out the name of the white-haired old man with a smile, "Slowly listen to Xiaoyou Zhuo's words, and soon It’s time for the topic."

"Huh!" The white-haired old man didn't expect that he would be recognized, so he looked at Qiu Jianji and the head teacher suspiciously, thinking about something in his heart.

Zhu Yuanfan also speeded up the progress, omitting some minor details: "...That day, it was actually several years after Uncle Zhuo was in Zhongnanshan. Both he and Zhangjiao Chen felt that the time was right, so The Hidden Immortal Conference was held, and it was decided that the exercise should be disclosed to those casual practitioners on the same day. Everyone should practice together and save the country and the people after success."

"Unexpectedly, there was an accident that night. Several disciples adopted by my uncle were instigated to poison him, and then attacked him with a few casual practitioners." When Zhuo Yuanfan said these words, his face suddenly changed. His face was expressionless, and his tone dried up: "Of course my uncle was not a good person. At that time, his cultivation was the highest, and the battle would naturally become a slaughter, which led to the catastrophe of the world of cultivation."

"Done?" The white-haired old man sneered. "It's better to say than to sing. It's nothing more than washing the floor for Zhuo Yuqing and leaving the Chongyang Palace away. It's a pity that the old man didn't believe these words. !"

"Hehe, his disciple was instigated by others. He killed because of a sneak attack?" Monk Haida also smirked and clapped his hands and said, "Well, it’s so good, then this Zhuo By the way, Xiaoyou said who instigated his disciple, and who were the few casual practitioners who attacked him?"

Zhu Yuanfan is not afraid of the cynicism of these people, and said lightly: "In the casual cultivator who attacked him, there was Chang Wanlong, the father of Changqingshan, and his uncle Chang Wanhu...and your monk Hai. Master Huaimeng, and this Zhao Xiangu’s..."

"Fart! Dare to slander the old man's father and uncle and die for me!" The white-haired old man was furious again, squeezed his fist and rushed to Zhuo Yuanfan's side, and slammed Zhuo Yuanfan with a heavy punch The chest hall.

"Boom!"

I don't know why the head teacher did not rescue in time this time, and Zhuo Yuanfan did not dodge. He received this punch directly, and then Qiqiao bled and fell to the ground.

Teacher Ren's face was as sinking as water, and he said coldly: "Friend Chang, killing people in my Double Ninth Palace, is it quick to be willing?"

"It's just a waste, kill it when you kill it." The white-haired old man looked directly at the head teacher, "What is it for you to let this kind of person pour dirty water on my father and uncle? If you can't tell why. Don’t blame the old man for killing you too!"

"Only you? Let's call out the person behind you." Master Ren gave a chuckle, slowly stood up, and suddenly a colorless and invisible energy flowed from his body. .

"Huh?" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the aura in his body disordered for no reason, and then a stinging pain occurred in the dantian Qihai, and then he spouted a mouthful of blood.

"Huh, Ren Daofang, why don't you continue to be arrogant?" The white-haired old man couldn't help laughing wildly when he saw this. "Your calculations were in our Sect Master's expectations. You really think we are listening to you. To reverse the case? Actually, you are just waiting for the poison in your body to strike?"

Teacher Ren's face turned blue, and his heart was horrified, and he couldn't think of when he was poisoned.

"Hmph, you are very poisonous, and the expert summer you are relying on can't help you." The white-haired old man laughed and said, "What happened back then, you Zhong Nanshan could not be blamed. .Now we still want to reduce our share of aura, if so, what are we polite to do, today we will destroy your Chongyang Palace, hahahaha!"

Smiling, he suddenly closed his mouth, his eyes widened, and he looked at the roof beam without blinking, as if there was something shocking him.