"Master, hurry up! I always feel something is wrong in my heart..."

"Oh, why did you suddenly pull me so anxiously? Your teacher is not as young and strong as you. He is already old and can't run so fast... Besides, what happened?"

Looking at his disciple with an anxious face, a hint of relief appeared on Dao Wuya's face, but it disappeared well before Mo Qilu discovered it.

The performance of this disciple did not disappoint me...

Even when facing disciples who compete with him for the position of Taoist lord, he can be completely respectful and respectful. His character may be slightly insufficient, but just this mind is hard to temper and hard in the future. He is a Taoist lord who is better than himself.

Thinking of it, he smiled helplessly and said, "What's wrong? I suddenly became so anxious. Apart from the last time I went to Shenyan Sect, I haven't left the sect for many years. You suddenly brought me here..."

"Master, you don't know anything. The disciple has just assigned a task to Junior Brother Su, the task of picking blood spirit grass."

Mo Qilu flew with his sword at a very fast speed, and he was still saying: "But when I just checked the file, I found that Junior Brother Ren, who had never done a lot of tasks, had actually received the task a few days ago and had never returned from going out. Moreover, he still took on the task of Xue Xinhua... As far as I know, Xue Xinhua and Blood Spirit Grass have always been born on each other. If nothing unexpected happens, the task location of the two of them is the same place."

"And what? It must be a coincidence..."

Dao Wuya looked at his meticulous disciple and asked with relief: "It's not that someone else arranged it in advance, after all, the task was sent by you."

"But the reason why I assigned this task to Junior Brother Su is because there are only one nearby tasks suitable for him. It is obvious that there are many on weekdays, but in the past few days, there are really very few... I'm afraid someone has interfered with it and suppressed all those tasks."

"You mean... Junior Brother Ren Zizai?"

Dao Wuya smiled and said, "Junior Brother Ren knows the importance of the matter, so how could he do such a thing that he doesn't know how to advance or retreat? Besides, what's the point of doing this?"

"I don't know, so I'm worried... I'm afraid Junior Brother Su will be in danger. Moreover, this matter involves Uncle Ren, and it's not easy for the disciple to make a decision alone. So the master and his disciple are tired. When they arrive, they are ahead!"

Mo Qilu pointed to the front and said, "The cliff that goes down from here... is what my disciples of Dao Sect usually..."

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Dao Wuya suddenly laughed with relief, with satisfaction in his voice, and laughed: "Silly disciple, who do you think this place was made? In the past, when he was a teacher, he fought with powerful enemies, defeating this mountain range. Even, how do you think the blood spirit grass here came from? After entering the Tao, the blood has its own spirituality. If it is scattered, it will be a real alien species in the world. The effect is so strong that it is not inferior to the red fruit Ganoderma lucidum... Isn't it the origin of the Blood Spirit Grass?"

"It turned out to be the master?!"

"It's not just the master, there was another person at the beginning... It's precisely because of this that the agility of this mine element is far better than that of ordinary lands. Well... Ren Qingping is not only good at eating, drinking and having fun, but also the choice of the place has gained a lot of advantages. The master thought that if Xiao Su faced Ren Qingping, even if he was defeated, he would be more than enough to protect himself, but if he chose the battlefield in this place..."

Dao Wuya pondered.

While speaking, the two of them had reached the cliff, and even noticed the extremely chaotic spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This was a residual sign of the fight between Youdao Xiu here...

"It's them both!!!"

Mo Qilu said in surprise: "Are we late?"

"The battle is over..."

Dao Wuya frowned, looked down, and then his pupils shrank.

Mo Qilu looked down in shock...

On a platform extending from a broken wall, Junior Brother Su whom he was worried about was standing there, not even a slight burnt smoke on his body. He looked like a noble man who came out for a trip.

And at his feet, the black coke that was emitting thick burnt smoke, seemed to be a man.

"Ren Qingping?!"

Dao Wuya's recognition of people is no longer about looking at his face, but relying on the other party's spiritual consciousness fluctuations... Even though the black thing below seemed to have completely lost its human form, he still recognized it the first time, which was Ren Qingping, who had always been quite troubled.

But how did he become like this?

Although he had the original intention to temper Su Jing, he also had the idea of ​​teaching Ren Qingping a lesson... But after all, Ren Qingping's father Ren Zizai had helped him a lot. If he did too much, he would probably be called ungrateful.

Therefore, he would rather hurt Su Jing, even if he hurts the origin, it would be fine. At worst, I tried to use the Heavenly Dao Stone to cure him once. On the one hand, it would arouse the kid's motivation, but on the other hand, it would greatly increase the kid's sense of belonging to the Dao Sect.

But now it seems that Xiao Su is winning?

Can the peak of refining essence into qi really defeat the peak of refining essence into god?

If the other persons were not talking about it, if it weren't for breaking the Yuanyang body, Ren Qingping's current cultivation level might not be inferior to Qilu... And Qilu stepped into the realm of refining the god and returning to the void. In other words, no one in the entire young generation could suppress him except Ao Hongxue.

How is this possible?

"What the hell is going on?"

An anxious look appeared on Dao Wuya's face, and he hurried down to check Ren Qingping's injuries, and then his expression became extremely strange. He... He was actually injured in his own hands?

The method of thunder is his favorite spell...

"Xiao Su, what's going on?"

He asked again.

"It's very simple..."

Su Jing next to him showed an innocent look and replied, "Senior Brother Mo sent me a task to pick the blood spirit grass, but when I got here, I found that this Senior Brother Ren also had a task to pick the snow heart flowers. But when he picked his flowers, he even destroyed my blood spirit grass. I didn't want to argue with him, so I went to search for my blood spirit grass, but after searching for a long time, I only found nine trees. The tenth plant was finally found, but it was one step later. He destroyed the blood spirit grass in front of me, threatening to destroy it even if it was destroyed... and I had to hit me. In my helplessness, I had to fight with him."

"So, you beat him like this?"

Dao Wuya frowned and said unhappily: "After all, you are your fellow disciple. Do you have no idea about fellow disciples?"

"I injured him?"

Su Jing raised his eyebrows, showed a playful look on his face, and said, "No matter why I conflict with this guy, at least, he obviously couldn't beat me with Taoism, but he insisted on pretending to be strong and even integrated the power of thunder into himself. Unfortunately, he didn't look at what kind of thing he was, and he couldn't control thunder at all. I didn't see anything. He just injured himself because of his speed too fast... Even if you want to avenge him, you should look for him? Why, if you fall down and cause thunder to hurt yourself, can you still be responsible for him? Then he simply can't give birth to a child in the future, so he will ask me to help him take responsibility... Ensure that his wife won the first prize!"
Chapter completed!