C22 (1/2)

”Ding Yangzi, you must be making our Taixuan Sect look bad on purpose! This little girl has several spirit talismans to protect himself with. Among the younger generation, who would be her match? ” The black bearded man, Dan Yang, looked at Ding Yangzi who was casually walking over, and his pupils contracted involuntarily.

”Dao Friend Dan Yang, what you said is wrong. How did I know that Martial Uncle Sect Master would bestow this spiritual talisman that was refined from a sacrifice to me, Martial Nephew?” Of course, Ding Yangzi would not admit that he was the one who instigated Lin Xue'er into a farce in the Shangqing Sect.

”Alright, I'll remember this debt, but, that girl injured my disciple, what else do you have to say?” Daoist Danyang lowered his head to look at Dongfaang Chen who was in his arms, and said solemnly.

This Daoist Danyang also did not want to blow up the situation. This was not a good thing for both sects.

Although Dongfaang Chen did not really land himself when he was pounced on by the white tiger, his Dao Art was broken, his protective treasure was destroyed, and his spirit was shaken, causing him to fall unconscious.

”Humph!” It's because his skills are inferior, how can you blame me? ” Lin Xue'er muttered softly behind Ding Yangzi, showing some disapproval.

”Hmm?” That Daoist Danyang immediately glared with his eyes. His eyes burst with a cold light and looked like he was about to get angry.

Although Lin Xue'er's muttering was soft, it was no different from speaking directly into their ears in front of these profound practitioners who had already formed a dao core.

”Xue'er, don't be so impudent!” Ding Yangzi also stopped at once. After all, Three Great Dao Sects and branch were all connected, and thus the two of them did not have a friendly relationship with each other.

”Hm!” ”Brother Danyang, I have a Pei-Yuan Dan bead here, so please give it to your disciple!” With that, Ding Yangzi took out a small jade bottle that was filled with pain and handed it over to Daoist Dan Yang.

”Hehe!” ”At least you're sensible!” Daoist Danyang handed Dongfaang Chen, who was in his arms, to the disciple beside him. Then, he changed his expression and borrowed the jade bottle that Ding Yangzi handed to him.

The Pei-Yuan Dan was a good thing.

At this time, almost all the disciples of the younger generation from the Nine Branch of the Taixuan Sect had gathered in front of the Taixuan Hall. Dongfaang Chen had quite a few brothers and they all stood behind the Taoist of the Danyang Sect with faces full of anger, staring at Lin Xue'er who was behind him.

At this time, Gu Fei was hiding within the crowd, quietly and quietly retreating. Everyone's attention was attracted by Ding Yangzi and the others, but no one noticed him.

The farce had ended. Mo Songxuan had also disappeared into the crowd.

When Zhao Zirou realized that Gu Fei had left, she looked around, and only saw Gu Fei's figure disappearing into the shadows of the trees on the small road that led to the back mountain.

”Sovereign has invited an important guest!” At this time, a thin, white-haired Daoist walked out of the Taixuan Hall.

”Fellow Taoist Ding Yangzi, follow me to meet the Sect Leader! Everyone disperse! ” The thin cultivator waved the dust in his hand, smiled lightly, and said to Ding Yangzi, then waved at the disciples gathered in front of the Taixuan Hall.

”Hehe!” Ding Yangzi will naturally accept the order, I have to trouble Fellow Taoist Wuya to lead the way. ” Ding Yangzi looked like a good person, but in reality, he was extremely shrewd. Otherwise, he would not have instigated Lin Xue'er to rush through Taixuan Mountain to let his Taixuan Sect suffer a loss as a result.

Ding Yangzi and his figure disappeared within the Taixuan Hall, and the group of disciples gathered in front of the Taixuan Hall gradually dispersed as well.

”I didn't expect that even Brother Dongfang would be defeated by that girl, I'm so angry!”