Chapter 471 Mysterious Level Consummation Is Nothing!

"There are quite a lot of apprentices and grandchildren of Qingxuan's old way, but they are all a bunch of idiots!"

Wu De curled his lips in disdain, allowing his voice to reach the ears of the two hundred Qingcheng Temple disciples around him.

Those Qingchengguan disciples are all arrogant and arrogant, and they are described as "stupid bags" by Wu De, how can they not be angry? They also knew that the formidable enemy who came to attack must be the three people of the same profession, and they began to gear up and eager to try.

"Dongxu, what's going on?"

Daoist Qingxuan came quickly with a majestic expression, glanced at Fang Bai and the others, and questioned the middle-aged Taoist at the junior Xuan level in a solemn voice.

The middle-aged man named Dongxu bowed and said: "Uncle Hui, not only did this man hit the spirit, but he also yelled aggressively to let the temple master come out to see him... I saw that they were not kind, and all of them were not strong enough. Weak, ring the bell to warn..."

Daoist Qingxuan is currently only acting as the temple master temporarily, so the temple master mentioned by Dongxuan refers to Daoist Qingling who has been away for several months and has not returned.

Daoist Qingxuan heard the words, his eyes lit up, and he carefully scrutinized Fang Bai and the other three.

Daoist Qingxuan's current cultivation base is Xuan-level perfection, and he is only one step away from stepping into the ranks of earth-level warriors. He and his senior brother Qingling Daoist are two masters in Qingcheng Temple.

Daoist Qingxuan could tell the strength of the ghost hand at a glance. He is a beginner martial artist of the Xuan level, which is nothing to worry about, but Fang Bai and Wu De shocked him endlessly.

The cultivation bases of these two young people are like clouds and fog, and with their own eyesight, they can't tell the depth.

It seems that what Dongxu said is correct, the expressions of these three people are obviously hostile, and they are really powerful enemies of Qingcheng Temple.

It's just that Daoist Qingxuan was scratching his head, and he couldn't think of when these three young strong men appeared in the ancient Chinese martial arts world today.

"Dare to ask the three benefactors, why do you want to see me, the master of Qingcheng Temple?"

Daoist Qingxuan flicked his whisk lightly, made a hand salute, and asked kindly.

Now that the Taoist master Qingling is away, one of the two masters of the Qingcheng Temple is missing. If the two sides fight, unless the disciples of the Qingcheng audience swarm up, it may be difficult to retreat.

And once the two sides fight, casualties are inevitable, this is what Taoist Qingxuan does not want to see, so he is going to figure out the situation first.

If the two sides really have any grievances, they can be resolved if they can be resolved, and if they cannot be resolved, then they will form an army to fight against the enemy.

"Old Daoist Qingxuan, don't you remember me, Daoist?"

Wu De took a step, stood in front of Daoist Qingxuan, pointed to his nose and asked.

"Forgive me for my poor eyesight, this fellow Taoist is..."

Daoist Qingxuan sized him up for a long time, but he didn't see who this obscenely fat Taoist priest was.

It's no wonder that Wu De twenty years ago was only about twenty years old, dressed in tatters, and his body was skinny, no different from a beggar.

And today's Wu De, although still dressed in sloppy clothes, is no longer that poor boy who can't eat enough or wear warm clothes. His image is white, fat, and round. Compared with twenty years ago, he looks like a different person. How could Daoist Qingxuan recognize him?

What's more, Wu De was just a wild Taoist priest from other places. After Taoist Qingxuan and others drove him down the mountain, they immediately left that matter behind. A little Taoist priest who was humiliated and abused by his senior brother came here on purpose to seek justice?

"Don't remember? Hey, the nobleman really forgets things!"

Wu De smiled mockingly, and suddenly rolled up his left sleeve, revealing a shocking scar on his left arm, and said: "Back then I hugged the thigh of the old Taoist Qing Ling and begged him to take me in, but he wrapped me around with a whisk. An arm, and threw me out fiercely. This scar was left at that time. Hehe, if Qing Ling is still alive, he must recognize this scar."

After a pause, he said again: "With my current ability, Daoist, I could have healed this scar, but I chose to keep it. I want to use it to constantly warn and remind myself: life is alive, if you want to To live with dignity, one must have strength!"

Wu De's words "If Taoist Qingling is still alive" resounded like thunder in Daoist Qingxuan's ears, shocking him, and it took him a while to recover.

"You... what did you mean by that sentence just now? What happened to our temple master?"

Daoist Qingxuan asked sharply, his voice trembling slightly.

Daoist Qing Ling is the number one master of Qingcheng Temple, and also the soul. If something happens to him, it will undoubtedly be a huge blow to Qingcheng Temple.

Wu De sneered and said, "I don't understand what do you mean? It's just that the old Daoist Qingling is dead! It's a pity that he didn't die in the hands of the Daoist, it's a pity!"

Daoist Qingxuan shook his body, his face turned pale in an instant, and he murmured: "Impossible... Impossible... The master's cultivation has reached the perfect state of Xuan level, how could he die..."

Wu De rolled his eyes and said, "It's a fart to be perfect at the Xuan level! Daoist, I can slap a lot of people to death with one slap!"

"How did the Lord of the Temple die?"

Daoist Qingxuan fixed his eyes on Wu De's face, his eyes were red, and he asked in a deep voice, his whole body full of murderous aura.

From his point of view, Wu De and Qingcheng Temple had old grievances. Since he knew that the temple master was dead, even if he didn't kill him, there must be an inseparable relationship with him.

"How did you die... You have to ask him this question."

Wu De turned his head to look at Fang Bai beside him.

Daoist Qingxuan turned his gaze to Fang Bai, secretly surprised in his heart, could it be that the death of Guanzhu is related to this incomprehensible young man?

"I killed your temple master."

Fang Bai immediately nodded in agreement, and then lazily said, "I've been dead for several months!"

"Why did you kill my temple master? What grudge does my Qingcheng Temple have against you?"

Daoist Qingling used to travel abroad, and news would come back to Qingcheng Temple every month, but this time, there was no news for several months, which made Daoist Qingxuan have an ominous premonition. It is believed that Daoist Qingling has died.

"Because he's damned!"

Fang Bai said expressionlessly, as if he was too lazy to explain too much.

Fang Bai beheaded Taoist Qingling at that time because Taoist Qingling wanted to force his sister Fang Yun to worship him as a teacher by means of coercion and lure. This touched Fang Bai's Ni Lin, so Fang Bai shot in anger.

In fact, even if Daoist Qing Ling survived the last time, he will not escape this time. He is one of the chief culprits who slaughtered Wan Yao Valley, and the ghost hands will definitely not let him go.

"Kill people to pay for their lives, and debts to pay back money. The temple master died at your hands, you... and the two of you, let's save our lives together and be buried with the temple master!"

Daoist Qingxuan laughed angrily, and pointed at Fang Bai and the other three with the whisk in his hand.

Although the murderer was Fang Bai, the other two were his accomplices. Since they came to Qingcheng Temple together, they should be killed together.

"Putting out the gossip sword array! Kill these three people!"

Qingxuan Dao grew up and shouted.

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