Chapter Seven Hundred and Eighty Seventh Expulsion From the Division One

Shendan Valley has a very high status in Yunxi Continent. Whether it is a general sect or aristocratic family, even the Second Academy and the Four Gods Mountain, all treat the disciples of Shendan Valley with courtesy.

However, this does not include the Tongtian Pavilion.

As an alchemist in Shendan Valley, it was the first time that he was treated so coldly, and he was really not used to it.

Just after going out, Yuwen Qinghong healed the scar and forgot the pain, and provoked:

"Hmph, is Tongtian Pavilion amazing, doesn't Tongtian Pavilion need medicinal pills? I think this Tongtian Pavilion Master is really dazzling. For the sake of a beauty, he has no principles."

"If a genius like Feng Xingying comes to our Shendan Valley, I believe that the owner of the valley will give up all principles for her. What is important to a woman is not only her beauty, but also her strength and character.

Not to mention Feng Xingying, you can't even compare to that new disciple of hers, that's the real shame of our Shendan Valley. "Elder Baili Yu shook his head helplessly.

A middle-aged woman beside Bailiyu also spoke:

"Senior Brother Su, it's better to take care of your disciples. Disciples don't teach, teachers are lazy. If something goes wrong with her, it doesn't matter if it hurts your masters and students in the end, don't take the entire Shendan Valley into it.

Our Shendan Valley is only good at alchemy, and has no powerful force. The strongest on the mainland is the first pavilion, two courtyards and four sacred mountains, which is not our Shendan Valley. "

Su Changhe couldn't stand it anymore, with a blushing old face, he could only put all his anger on Yuwen Qinghong, the culprit:

"Qinghong, give your teacher a few heads."

"Yes." Yuwen Qinghong knew that he had implicated his master today, so he quickly and obediently knelt in front of Su Changhe, kowtowing like garlic.

It's a pity that Su Changhe only took ten, so he lifted her up with his spiritual power and sighed:

"These three bangs should be regarded as a farewell ceremony for your master, and if you pass on your ten years of art to your master, you will receive ten bangs, which can be considered offset.

I will not punish you for what happened today. From now on, you are not a disciple of my Shendan Valley, and I am no longer your master. I teach you the method of alchemy. You can continue to use it in the future, but you must not pass it on. "

Yuwen Qinghong was struck by lightning.

She knows the status of a disciple of Shendan Valley and what kind of glory and benefits it can bring her. Having a king-level alchemist master is the icing on the cake for her.

Without these auras,

How powerful can a little princess of Tianyu Kingdom be?

Look at that Nangong Yulian, her aptitude is not under her, but because she left the protection of Shendan Valley, she finally became an abandoned son of the royal family, and she fell into a foreign land and was abused by others.

She doesn't want to live like this.

Yuwen Qinghong hurriedly knelt on the ground, weeping hard: "Master, this disciple knows I'm wrong, you can punish me however you want, just don't drive me away, okay? Shendan Valley is my home, I don't know where to go without you. "

However, Su Changhe's age is too old to be moved by this trivial matter.

He just left, Yuwen Qinghong kneeling or not kneeling, what does it have to do with him?

Xia Changming knew his master's character, glanced at him, and then at Yuwen Qinghong, who was kneeling in the back crying, and finally made a decision.

He took a few steps back, knelt side by side with Yuwen Qinghong, and kept kowtowing:

"Changming betrayed the kindness of the teacher, and today I will say goodbye to the master with my sister and sister. The disciples must remember the teachings of the master, and do not pass on the master's alchemy technique."

Dong Dong Dong, Xia Changming really made a decision. He also followed Yuwen Qinghong's standards. He entered the apprentice school for 16 years and slapped his head a total of 16 times, and he did not use spiritual power to protect his body. kowtow.