"Fei Xue, I hope that the misunderstanding between you and Xiao Yan can be wiped out from now on. What do you think?" Elder Bing said with a smile.
As soon as Elder Bing received Deng Jiuling's order, he immediately came to the Ninth Mountain.
Elder Bing didn't know that Deng Jiuling wanted to propose a marriage to Little Fatty.
But even so, these words fell in Zhou Feixue's ears, suddenly like thunder on a sunny day.
"Elder Bing, although I really want to be your disciple, Xiao Yan has defiled me. I won't forgive him."
Fen fist clenched, Zhou Feixue gritted his teeth and said.
"This matter, really... not discussed?"
Elder Bing's eyes were cold, and his beautiful eyes suddenly became a little more angry.
As a mighty power about to take the first step, Elder Ice did not expect that a handyman would dare to disobey her majesty.
Although Zhou Feixue was a palace master, in the eyes of Elder Bing, he was still an ant.
At best, Zhou Feixue was just a slightly powerful ant.
Elder Bing would only smile in front of Deng Jiuling with respect.
But in front of the other disciples, Elder Bing was like a god, saying one thing, no one dared to disobey.
But Zhou Feixue, what does this mean
Feeling the anger of Elder Bing, Zhou Feixue gritted his teeth and said:
"Even if this incident makes trouble in the Law Enforcement Hall, it is Xiao Yan's fault. He must accept punishment."
"presumptuous!"
boom!
When Elder Bing heard this, he was furious, and suddenly slapped him into the void.
Boom!
The ground cracked like a cobweb, and the whole hall was trembling.
This terrifying thunder and majesty, even the blue skirt girl standing by, felt the pressure.
However, at this moment, another roar suddenly sounded from behind.
"Sister Bing, my internal disciple of Xuan Bingtang, would you dare to grab it?"
After the words fell, a middle-aged beautiful nun with cold eyes appeared in the hall like a ghost.
"Master."
The blue skirt girl's beautiful eyes lit up and she was a little excited.
At the time of the Ascension Conference, the girl in the blue skirt was accepted as a disciple by the elder Xuanbing.
But after arriving at Dalin Temple, Elder Xuanbing disappeared and never appeared again.
Although the two have the status of mentor and apprentice, they are not really mentor and apprentice.
In this regard, the blue skirt girl does not mind.
Because Xiao Yan, Xiyu Shuangjiao, these elder disciples, received the same treatment.
Only by relying on his own ability, after stepping into the inner door.
Can really get, from the guidance of the elders.
This is the rule left by Dalin Patriarch, and no one has been able to break it for thousands of years, and no one has dared to break it.
Elder Xuan Bing is naturally no exception.
However, relying on the golden sign of Elder Xuanbing.
The girl in the blue skirt is also enough to cross the Ninth Mountain, no one dares to mess with it.
Now that Elder Xuanbing suddenly appeared, the girl in the blue skirt was naturally very happy.
after all…
Elder Bing was too strong and put too much pressure on Zhou Feixue.
"Senior Sister Xuanbing, I didn't expect to see you in 20 years, your martial arts is almost the first step."
Elder Bing's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he immediately understood that today's matter might not be resolved.
Master Xuanbing, regardless of martial arts or combat effectiveness, is not inferior to Elder Bing.
But just like that, how can the account of "master" Deng Jiuling be completed
In an instant, Elder Bing was caught in a dilemma.
"Feixue, in fact, this seat has long admired you, as long as you can step into the inner door, this seat will accept you as a disciple."
Master Xuanbing said coldly.
"Thank you elder."
Zhou Feixue's eyes lit up and he quickly thanked him.
In fact, Zhou Feixue didn't know that.
The reason why she can have this opportunity is because of other reasons.
Master Xuan Bing and Elder Bing started together many years ago. The two were once friends, but later turned into enemies.
Although both of them are the elders of Dalin Temple, they are not far apart. In the past two decades, they have never said a word or even met each other.
This time the girl in the blue skirt, when she saw Elder Bing, tried to smash the talisman seal and summon Elder Xuan Bing urgently.
Elder Xuanbing knew about Zhou Feixue, an inspirational girl in chicken soup.
but!
Elder Xuanbing, really look down on it!
But in order to hold up with Elder Bing, Elder Xuanbing also stepped forward.
Elder Bing knows this very well.
It was precisely because of this that Elder Bing was a little angry, but he was helpless.
After all, the dispute between the handyman disciples, the 72nd court, cannot directly intervene.
Even if it is an elder, it still doesn't work!
"Bing, you and I shouldn't interfere in this matter, and Yao Lao will not interfere."
"How about letting them solve the problems between the younger generations?" Master Xuanbing said coldly.
"Yes." Elder Bing knew that this matter could not be done, so he nodded helplessly.
Huh! Huh!
The two elders, coming and going like wind, left soon.
"Feixue, congratulations." The girl in the blue skirt looked excited.
"I can see it, your master looks down on me, she just said angrily, arguing with Elder Bing."
Zhou Feixue said depressed and depressed.
"No, isn't I here? Master won't refuse you." The blue skirt girl smiled.
"That being said, the twisted melon is not sweet." Zhou Feixue said with a bitter smile:
"Even if I barely get started, I won't be taken seriously by Master Xuanbing and won't get resources..."
Hearing this, the girl in the blue dress was silent.
This is the truth.
Every elder has a large number of disciples.
In addition to focusing on cultivating disciples, the status of other elder disciples is actually not high.
Zhou Feixue is proud and has strong self-esteem.
She is naturally impossible, willing to be mediocre.
Especially, it is better not to be a disciple of an elder who is disgusting!
"Enjoy the Lord of the Palace, the Lord of the Seventh Mountain Hall, Xiao Jiu, please see me."
Outside the door, it sounded again, the respectful voice of the disciple.
"what!"
Hearing this, Zhou Feixue was furious: "The people from the seventh mountain dare to come? If you don't see it, let him go!"
"Wait!" the blue skirt girl suddenly said.
"Sister Lan!" Zhou Feixue rolled her beautiful eyes unhappy and said uncomfortably.
"Xiao Jiu is my husband, see you."
The blue skirt girl said with a smile.
When the voice fell, Zhou Feixue's eyes widened and dumbfounded.
The girl in the blue skirt has elegant temperament, sexy and charming, and very talented.
A talented arrogant like the girl in the blue skirt is destined to achieve a high level after many years, even not inferior to Elder Bing and Master Xuan Bing.
Such a stunning beauty, is actually a lowly handy woman
Gosh!
how can that be
In an instant, Zhou Feixue's eyes widened, feeling that the world was too crazy.
"Actually, to be precise, I am Xiao Jiu's maid."
The blue skirt girl said with a smile.
what
Hearing this, Zhou Feixue was shocked.
The relationship between master and servant also exists in Dalin Temple.
But the girl in the blue skirt, with such a high talent, actually recognizes the master
"Sister Lan, I will kill him for you and set you free!" Zhou Feixue said angrily.
"No, Xiao Jiu saved my life. If he wants, I can give him everything."
The girl in the blue skirt shook her head slightly and said with a smile: "Feixue, do you know? The reason why I joined Dalin Temple is because of Xiao Jiu..."
Lan Jian's tone was very gentle, and he probably said once about how he met Deng Jiuling.
Lan Jian and Zhou Feixue are both hard-working people, and their children have a good relationship.
Lan Jian did not conceal some secrets that cannot be told to others from Zhou Feixue.
"Sister Lan, is actually the sword slave of the Long Family? God!"
"That Xiao Jiu, faced with the opportunity of Shengxian, would rather not give it to Sister Lan?"
"Also... For Sister Lan, Xiao Jiu dared to fight the Long Family Patriarch?"
"Sister Lan is a super beautiful woman who wants to dedicate her life, but Xiao Jiu actually stayed there?"
Shocked!
Zhou Feixue had never thought that in this world, there is such an affectionate man.
In an instant, Zhou Feixue and Deng Jiuling had a strong curiosity and an interest in exploring.
"Um... Sister Lan, isn't this Xiao Jiu handsome?" Zhou Feixue said tentatively.
"In my eyes, Xiao Jiu is the most handsome man in the world. As for whether you think handsome or not, I don't know."
Lan Jian smiled happily.
At the time of the Fairy Conference, Blue Sword was forcibly taken away by Master Xuanbing.
From then on, the Blue Sword was in the Dalin Temple like a living dead, not interested in anything.
For this reason, Master Xuanbing got the Blue Sword together with Zhou Feixue.
Even though Master Xuanbing was too, he didn't like Blue Sword at all.
But the kind of blue sword, the inspirational chicken soup character, can infect others.
I have to say that Master Xuanbing is very correct.
Lan Jian was infected by Zhou Feixue, and then gradually came out of his grief.
But what Lan Jian did not expect was that Deng Jiuling was not dead!
And Deng Jiuling has actually risen!
Gosh!
Great!
With a smile on his face, Lan Jian stood quietly, waiting for Deng Jiuling's arrival.
…
Ninth Mountain, outside the main hall.
boom!
Deng Jiuling threw the little fat man unceremoniously on the ground.
Wow!
The next moment, the little fat man was shirtless, with a thorn on his back.
"Fatty, if you push with me again, I will abolish you today." Deng Jiuling said coldly.
fatty:"… "
Although this matter, Little Fatty is really wrong.
But the little fat man blushed and said aggrieved: "Boss, I am destined to be a generation of monk. I want to marry you and marry yourself, don't rely on me."
"You..." Deng Jiu smiled at the words.
The little fat man did his own evil, and asked Deng Jiuling to marry his wife
What a joke!
"Two, the hall master is waiting in the lobby."
A beautiful female disciple came over, her eyes cold.
"Thank you." Deng Jiuling nodded and kicked the little fat man.
"what… "
There was a scream like a pig from the throat, and the little fat man rose in the air and landed on the hall with a bang.
Puff!
When the little fat man landed, he just happened to kneel in front of Zhou Feixue.
"What a great martial arts."
Zhou Feixue's pupils shrank, and he became more curious about Deng Jiuling.
An excellent girl like Lan Jian, even if she became an elder disciple, still has a passion for Deng Jiuling after joining Dalin Temple.
All of this made Zhou Feixue understand that Deng Jiuling is a very good boy.
But Zhou Feixue didn't know how handsome Deng Jiuling was.
"Xiao Jiu, he must be a handsome guy."
Zhou Feixue's beautiful eyes glowed as she stared at the door scorchingly.
As for the little fat guy...
Zhou Feixue directly chose to ignore it!
Soon, a scarred face full of flesh appeared in front of Zhou Feixue...