He Has a Dragon

The tall and mighty old man smiled and said nothing when he saw the extremely bright sun. He could only helplessly smile and drink his tea without further investigation.

After all, the person who got beaten up in the ring was his grandson and had nothing to do with him.

At this time, an old man in black robes was sitting in the upper position of Jiyang. His wrinkled triangular face was very gloomy, more white than black, his slightly mean and unkind eyes flashed with displeasure, and he snorted in an accusatory tone. Said: "Junior Brother Jiyang, it's okay for you to bring your grandson from the secular world into Nanhua Temple, but you are so ignorant of advancement and retreat, and so arrogant that you provoke distinguished guests and ruin the reputation of Nanhua Temple. Is this really okay?!"

Before Ji Yang could speak, Ji Yinzi, who was sitting in the master's chair, put down the tea cup in his hand and said with a smile: "Elder Ji Sheng, the two distinguished guests here have no objections."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall and mighty old man laughed and nodded in agreement: "That's right, who hasn't been young and impulsive when they have nothing to spare, let alone under the noses of us old guys? Even if there is a big dispute between them, it is just a small fight after all."

Another old man sitting next to him, who was thin and slender and nestled in the Taishi's chair, said with a gentle smile: "Elder Jisheng presides over the Nanhua Guanxinglu Hall. He should be stricter, but we just passed it. His spiritual consciousness knows that although the grandson of Jiyang speaks a little arrogantly, it is also because Luo Yin and other trial team members look down on him."

After a pause, the old man's gentle face showed a hint of helplessness, and continued: "Luo Yin and other trial team members are all the proud men of the martial arts world. They have always been accustomed to smooth sailing, and this time they encountered something unexpected. It was an accident, and I was quite shocked. I had been holding back my anger for a long time, and I always wanted to vent it."

Having said this, the old man looked at Ji Yinzi with an apologetic look, and said sheepishly: "Jiang Guiguan has been in a state of turmoil these past two days. Please forgive me, Master."

Ji Yinzi saw that the other party had such a low attitude, so of course it was hard to say anything to blame him. After all, the two in front of him were both high-ranking alliance deacons.

Although today's martial arts alliance is disorganized and precarious, it is no longer what it used to be, but a skinny camel is bigger than a horse!

Thinking about it, Ji Yinzi chuckled and said: "Deacon Zhao and Deacon Tian are too polite. Although Nanhua Guan is not strong, as a member of the alliance, while enjoying the rights, he should also fulfill his due obligations. There is no Complain.”

At this time, the tall and mighty old man showed satisfaction on his face and said: "In this world of martial arts, there are only a few of my peers who can truly admire Zhao, and the head of Jiyin is one of them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man sitting next to him who was fully crouched in his chair straightened up, spread his hands and said with a smile: "Old Zhao, please tell me what Mr. Tian wants to say.

They all rushed to finish talking. "

Suddenly the entire side hall burst into laughter, and the disharmony brought by Elder Jisheng just now turned into nothingness and disappeared.

When the laughter stopped, Deacon Tian left the Taishi chair and stood up. He smiled and looked at Ji Yang, who was sitting opposite and stood motionless, and asked: "Brother Ji Yang, we will go to the ring later. Although It won’t hurt your life, but skin peeling is unavoidable. Are you really not worried about your grandson?”

The strange look in Ji Yang's eyes flashed away, and he stood up. After all, he was also thinking about his grandson.

If you still sit on a chair with a shelf, you are a little ignorant of the current affairs.

Then he saw Jiyang greeting Steward Tian, ​​first bowing his hands in greeting, and then saying with a wry smile: "Brother Tian, ​​my grandson has always had a good idea. Even if he goes down, he can't stop his decision to enter the ring."

"Uh! Deacon Tian was suddenly startled. The other people sitting firmly in the Grand Master's chair, except for Ji Yinzi, whose expression was as usual, all showed expressions of surprise that could not be concealed.

After all, several elders from Nanhua Temple had been dealing with Jiyang for too long. After coming back to their senses, they all looked thoughtful.

The wrinkled face of Elder Jisheng, who was dressed in black robes, still looked gloomy. He looked at Jiyang standing next to him, frowned slightly, and asked in a deep voice with some dissatisfaction: "Junior Brother Jiyang, what are you doing? What tricks are you playing?"

The bitter smile on Jiyang's face deepened. He looked at Elder Jisheng and asked without answering, "Senior Brother Jisheng, if my incompetent grandson can defeat Luo Yin, would you believe it?"

Elder Jisheng was startled at first, then shook his head in disbelief and said: "Impossible!"

At this time, a round-faced old man sitting next to Jiyin, who was slightly fat and wearing a withered yellow robe, stood up, walked to Jiyang, and asked with a serious face: "Junior Brother Jiyang, are you kidding me?" Bar?"

Ji Yang spread his hands and asked with a look of helplessness on his face: "Senior Brother Jilong, do you think I am a casual joker?"

"Uh!" Elder Jilong's chubby face suddenly froze, speechless, but his small eyes were filled with deep suspicion and disbelief.

Deacon Zhao on the opposite side also stood up, walked to the edge of Jiyang, and said with a face of disbelief: "Brother, it is said that your grandson comes from the mortal world with no cultivation resources. Even if he is a martial arts person, his achievements are limited, it is impossible. Defeat Luo Yin in the ring, right?"

After a pause, Deacon Zhao continued: "Brother, you have to understand that although Luo Yin is only twenty-six or seventeen years old, he is already a master of the middle stage of the Xuan level of martial arts, and he can take a step further at any time and reach the late stage of the Xuan level!"

The thin Deacon Tian also came over and said, "Brother, is it possible that your grandson has some tricks to win over Luo Yin?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Jisheng who was standing aside suddenly sneered and said: "Impossible! As long as you get on the ring and try to use off-the-table moves, it is simply wishful thinking!"

Ji Yang glanced at the people standing in front of him, sighed deeply and said, "I know you won't believe it no matter what, so I don't want to say more. After the competition in the ring, everything will become clear."

Ji Yinzi, who had always been taciturn, came over and said with a smile: "In that case, let's just go to the ring and wait for the result."

Everyone was startled again, because looking at Ji Yinzi's calm and unsurprised look, he obviously agreed with his thoughts and opinions.

Elder Jilong couldn't help but look at Jiyinzi with some surprise, and asked: "Master, don't you also think that Junior Brother Jiyang's grandson can really defeat Luo Yin, who has reached the middle stage of the martial arts profound level, in the ring later?"

At this time, Elder Jisheng's gloomy face was full of suspicion. If Jiyang was the only one who thought he could win, it would be fine, but if Jiyin was added, the meaning would completely change. Activate new URL