When Xiaopang heard this, he was immediately stunned and thought to himself, my uncles and uncles didn't bother too much? Even Master Qingfengzi helped me, but that was a few years ago. The reason why I have cultivated to this point is obviously due to my own efforts. Does it have anything to do with them
After hearing these words, the lady in charge of the courtyard frowned and couldn't help laughing and scolding: "What are you talking about? What do you mean by extremely tragic talents and qualifications?"
"Of course it's the talent and qualifications of this little fat guy?" The headmaster immediately said: "I said at the beginning that his father is mainly a fire attribute, with a secondary wood attribute, so he should find a female monk with a fire attribute as his wife, but he Fortunately, I found a person with the water attribute as the main element and the earth element as the harmonious element as a supplement. As a result, I gave birth to such a big fat boy. He turned out to be a full-type boy with all five elements and was completely average! I have lived for hundreds of years, and I can be said to be a good person. Countless! But I’ve only seen him with such poor attributes. Do you think it’s a tragedy?”
After hearing this, Xiaopang's face suddenly turned red, and countless black lines appeared on his forehead. He said in his heart, 'No wonder the director's nickname is Fierce Dragon, and he is also known as having no taboos. This guy talks casually! How can anyone describe people like this? Am I so miserable? '
And the little girl over there was already laughing so hard that she couldn't even stand still and almost fell to the ground!
Although the Jindan cultivator tried his best to hold back his laughter, looking at his slightly trembling body, one could tell how hard it was for him to hold it in.
As for the lady in charge, she just covered her forehead and was speechless for a while. She thought to herself, 'How blind was I before that I would choose such a guy to marry?' '
Although he was ridiculed by the Headmaster, Xiaopang was not angry because he could feel that the Headmaster did not treat him as an outsider, so he was so unscrupulous. Otherwise, how could the city government, which has held the position of head of Xuantian Villa for hundreds of years, be the kind of person who shoots off fire without any brains
Therefore, although he was very embarrassed, Xiaopang felt the warmth of his family, and the nervousness of meeting a big shot for the first time disappeared without a trace.
However, at this moment, the commander, who was giggling along with him, suddenly changed his expression and stared at Xiaopang's waist.
Little Fatty thought he didn't fasten his belt when he went out. It would be such a shame if he did that! Frightened, he hurriedly lowered his head to check his clothes, only to find that there was nothing wrong with them. He then raised his head in confusion and looked at the commander, wondering why he was staring at him like this.
The commander didn't say anything, he just frowned and stretched out his hand. Then, Xiaopang felt a lightness on his waist, and the storage bag tied there disappeared out of thin air and appeared in the palm of the other person's hand.
After the headmaster got the storage bag, he immediately used his spiritual consciousness to explore inside. He found that there was only a pitiful Broken Flying Sword, a few low-grade spiritual stones and a bottle of low-grade elixirs. His expression suddenly changed. Extremely gloomy.
He immediately asked Fatty angrily: "Little Fatty, why do you have so little money? Why do you still use such a broken storage bag? No one even picks this thing up on the street!"
It turned out that the director became suspicious when he saw that the storage bag that the little fat man was wearing was too shabby, and then found that the contents inside were even shabbier, so he couldn't help but question it.
You know, Xiaopang is now a monk of the Tenth Level of Innate Heaven, and he is young, so he looks like a person with a bright future. It is so surprising that such a character is so humble.
In fact, it’s not that Xiaopang can’t afford a storage bag, it’s just that he has the space for his magic weapon and can hold any number of things. There is absolutely no need to spend that wasted money, so he has been using the super shabby storage bag issued by the sect. bag.
Originally Xiaopang only brought this storage bag to hide his identity, but later he got used to it, but now the headmaster noticed something was wrong and questioned him. Xiaopang's heart moved, and he suddenly had an idea. When he first became an outer sect disciple, he was once made difficult by the outer sect deacon. Not only were the flying swords and storage bags given to him the most rubbish, but even the magical weapons that should have been given to him were withheld.
Xiaopang always kept this in his mind, but the words he said were not enough to deal with an outside deacon with a complicated background, so he could only let that guy live freely. But today, the Headmaster personally intervened in this matter. Hehe, it seems like an opportunity
Thinking of this, Xiaopang immediately pretended to be innocent and said: "This disciple is from a poor family, so he can only use the storage bags distributed by the sect!"
"What?" The commander's face turned green when he heard this, "You said this is the storage bag the sect gave you?"
"Yes, and the flying swords inside were all given by the sect when I became an outer disciple." Xiaopang then said: "At that time, the deacon of the outer sect said that the sect was in a difficult situation now and could only come up with something like this. Moreover, the magical weapon will have to wait for more than ten years before it is released. The disciple thought, since the sect is in trouble, I can’t be too extravagant, so I keep using this!”
"Haha!" The commander laughed angrily after hearing this. While taking out the broken Po Fei Sword, he sneered: "Our Xuantian Villa is also a prestigious sect, but now under my leadership, it has fallen to the point of handing out such garbage to the disciples? My leadership position is really unqualified!"
The lady in charge looked at the flying sword that was almost too broken to fly with a murderous look on her face, and then said angrily: "This is impossible. When we were in retreat, the sect in the sect was prosperous, with inventory materials piled up like mountains, and weapons refining. All the disciples in the hall can’t even use up all their efforts to work hard. How can we become so poor in just a short amount of time? There must be something fishy in this!"
"If there is something fishy, just call the outer deacon!" The headmaster then raised his head and said, "Call all the eight outer deacons!"
"Yes!" Someone immediately agreed outside, and then someone went out to call the outer deacon.
After sending the people out, there was suddenly a bit more tension in the air. But the golden elixir monk's expression changed. While the headmaster and his wife were fixating on the fat boy, he hurriedly winked at the fat boy. An anxious warning flashed through his eyes from time to time. He was clearly threatening the fat boy and asking him to do so. Shut up.
However, what the golden elixir monk didn't expect was that the headmaster was like having eyes on his back. He only made a few movements on his face and was immediately noticed. The commander suddenly turned his face and glared at him: "Is your face itchy? Do you want to be slapped?"
"Disciple, no, no, don't you dare!" Facing the Master's anger, he was so frightened that he could not even speak.