Shen Luo looked coldly at the person who spoke, but said nothing more.
The qualifications of these three people were not much better than Shen Luo's. Normally, others were polite to them only because of their relationship with Ding Hua. But seeing Shen Luo's expression at this moment, they felt very embarrassed and didn't know what to do.
"What are you guys doing gathering here?" At this time, a cold voice suddenly sounded from the side.
Shen Luo turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a young man in a green robe, thin, with a sallow face, walking slowly towards him with one hand behind his back and a cold expression.
"Brother Ding..."
When everyone saw this, their faces became slightly solemn and they all greeted him, even Ding Yuan was no exception. It turned out that this person was none other than Ding Hua.
Although he and Ding Yuan are brothers, they look very different and their talents are also very different. If someone who doesn't know them sees them, they will definitely not connect them together.
Seeing that he was asking, Shen Luo roughly recounted what had happened, without any dissatisfaction in his words.
“Bet…” Ding Hua dragged out the last syllable of the sentence and frowned slightly.
Ding Yuan, who was standing by, suddenly broke out in cold sweat and looked nervous, fearing that he would be blamed.
Although he is the elder brother, he doesn't dare to put on airs in front of his younger brother, let alone call himself "brother". He has been unable to afford to offend him since childhood.
"Bai Xiaotian is too bored to bet on this with you." Ding Hua finally snorted and said coldly.
Shen Luo's eyes flashed slightly.
Senior Brother Ding, who was taught by the abbot himself, didn't care about the dispute between him and Ding Yuan at all. The only person he cared about was Bai Xiaotian, who was also an inner disciple.
As for these people, including Ding Yuan, they were not even worth his attention.
Thinking of this, Shen Luo said goodbye and turned to leave.
Before he had gone far, he could vaguely hear Ding Hua's cold voice: "You have such great ambition to compete with a loser. You have made me lose all my face..."
When Shen Luo heard the word "waste", his eyes gradually turned cold, but his steps did not stop at all.
The fact that he, a registered disciple, could practice Xiao Hua Yang Gong was already quite unpopular.
In addition, he was a "rich man" among the disciples, the only "fat sheep" who entered the sect through money, so it was understandable that he was criticized behind his back.
But they don't know that they are spending money, but what they are cultivating is not merit, but life.
He was very open-minded about money matters and would always let his fellow disciples take advantage of him from time to time, so generally speaking, he had a good relationship with almost all of his disciples.
However, the only person who can be considered a true friend, besides Bai Xiaotian, is Tian Tiesheng, who is also Master Luo's disciple.
When Shen Luo thought that he might not live long, his mood became extremely bad. He even felt a chill deep in his heart, and his pace couldn't help but quicken.
Going all the way down from the Jade Emperor Temple, Shen Luo met many senior brothers along the way. When he met them, he would take the initiative to greet them one by one, and occasionally joked with people he was familiar with.
After about half a minute, he arrived at the Qingshiping area near the Lingguan Temple, where the quiet room where he lived was.