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Three hundred and seventieth chapters hate iron can not be steel(2/2)

The moment he saw the two of them, Elder Wuyang became angry.

Han Xing and Kong Yan were in such a miserable state, like lost dogs, they had lost all their cultivation and could only become useless people from now on.

"Master, my disciple is incompetent and has brought shame on you."

Kong Yan suddenly kowtowed so violently that his head bled. Han Xing knelt aside quietly and did not speak.

In the final analysis, Liu Wuxie cannot be blamed for this matter. It was their greed for Liu Wuxie's points that led to this situation.

Han Xing could understand that Kong Yan couldn't, and his hatred for Liu Wuxie almost filled his entire chest.

"Tell me, who ruined your cultivation!"

Elder Wuyang's face was extremely ugly. He was an elite elder. He finally received two good seedlings, but they were all destroyed. How could he not be angry?

The corners of their mouths were a bit bitter, and they were embarrassed to say it. A dignified inner disciple lost to an outer disciple.

Not daring to hide anything, Kong Yan told everything about that night.

Hearing that his disciple had lost to an outside disciple in a battle, Elder Wuyang fell into silence and was not carried away by anger.

"Are you sure that the battle was lost to him instead of using other means?"

Elder Wuyang confirmed it again.

If you lose to them in a battle, it will not be an unfair defeat.

If there were other methods, don't blame him for being ruthless.

"Master, this kid is extremely cunning. He must have used some despicable means. We asked Master to make the decision for us and kill him to avenge us."

Kong Yan risked his life, he was already useless, and he couldn't swallow this breath unless he killed Liu Wuxie.

"Han Xing, tell me, why do you go to fight with others for no reason?"

Elder Wuyang knew the nature of the two disciples very well. Kong Yan was exaggerating and asked Han Xing.

Han Xing had no choice but to narrate the whole story. When he heard that the two disciples were coveting other people's points, the five yang energy was everywhere.

He looked like he hated the iron, and stamped his feet angrily.

"Master, we were wrong and should not have robbed him of his points. But by abolishing our cultivation, it is tantamount to slapping Master in the face. If we just let it go, how will Master gain a foothold in Tianbao Sect in the future?"

Kong Yan looked ferocious and hugged Elder Wuyang's legs.

"Hmph, if you dare to hit my disciple of Wuyang in the face, I want to see who he is. You all should get up. I will ask the sect master to refine a spiritual renewal pill for you to help you repair your Dantian."

Elder Wuyang asked the two of them to stand up. Of course, this matter would not be revealed like this.

He has injured his disciples and destroyed their cultivation. If the master does not stand up and regain this situation for his disciples, it will chill their hearts.

"Thank you Master!"

After hearing the renewal pill, the two of them quickly knelt down again.

Only Zhenxuan Ancestor can refine it, which can repair their damaged Dantian. The Spirit-Renewing Pill is extremely precious, and ordinary people will not refine it easily.

Even if a true disciple's dantian is damaged, he will need to pay an extremely expensive price in exchange for a spiritual renewal pill.

Other ordinary people are not qualified to enjoy it at all. The resources consumed by a spiritual renewal pill are calculated in huge quantities.

Even if you restore your cultivation level by taking the Spirit-Replenishing Pill to repair your Dantian, it will be far inferior to others.

Wuyang took a fancy to their formation talent, but their martial arts cultivation was second to none.


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