Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 813 It's Too Late
Ji Qiuhong also had the same doubts. Although he didn't pay special attention to Zong Ting'an and the others when he came here, he still had some impressions. If I remember correctly, the old man should not have been there just now, and I don't know when and from what. out of place.

With his cultivation base in the later stage of Zifu, how could he not notice that there were more people in the yard out of thin air?
Could it be that the strength of the Supreme Dao Sect is not as simple as it appears on the surface, and there are other strong people, but why hasn't there been any rumors before?
Ji Qiuhong looked at the old man carefully, and suddenly felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it before.But it must have happened a long time ago, and I can't remember it for a while.

"What are you? Is there a place for you to talk here? Do you dare to be disrespectful to my Qinglan Immortal Sect and become impatient?" Just when Ji Qiuhong was wondering and thinking hard, Ji Xiangqin put his hands on his hips again, He pointed at the old man's nose and cursed loudly.

She was scolded bloody by this gang of old men before, and she still had nowhere to vent her sulking anger. Anyway, now that she has given up, even Lu Qingli scolded her, and of course she will not give these bad old men any more face.

"Ji Botong has lived his life like a dog, how did he teach you a shrew-like descendant!" The old man probably didn't expect that she would even dare to scold him, he was taken aback for a moment, and then flew into a rage.

A silver thread dances without wind, looking like a god descending from the earth.

"You dare to scold me, and you dare to scold my great-grandfather, you want to die!" Ji Xiangqin was so angry that he was a shrew, jumped up, and rushed forward with baring teeth and claws.

Seeing that the old man was dressed in plain clothes, he was far inferior to Zong Ting'an and others next to him, and even inferior to the two wealthy landowners, grandparents and grandchildren of the Qin family, of course she would not take it seriously.

"Stop!" Seeing the old man's mountain-like figure and inviolable demeanor, Ji Qiuhong's mind flashed, and he finally remembered who this person was, and the hairs all over his body stood on end in fright. I almost lost my mind, so I yelled quickly.

It's a pity that it was too late, and when he spoke, Ji Xiangqin had already rushed in front of the old man.

"Get out!" The old man scolded in a deep voice, and his sleeves were swept away.

Although the movement was not big, it looked like he was chasing flies, but an invisible force came surging like an overwhelming mountain.

"Bah!" Ji Xiangqin's cultivation was actually not that weak, but she was completely powerless in the face of this force, and before she even had time to scream, she was photographed against the courtyard wall.

What a tyrannical strength!In an instant, Wenren Chuchen and the others were sweating coldly.

With just a wave of the hand, there is such power. If you make a move with all your strength, let alone others, even Wenren Chuchen, the Zifu Zhenjun, knows that he is powerless to resist.

Heavenly Lord of Tribulation, the old man in front of him is definitely a strong man in the realm of Tribulation!
Ji Xiangqin stuck to the wall for a while before slipping to the ground like mud, with blood gushing out from his mouth, and his face turned pale.

"Xiangqin..." Ji Qiuhong let out a mournful cry, rushed to her side, took out a large amount of healing elixir and fed it into her mouth, and at the same time injected true essence into the meridians to help her refine the elixir.

"Father, kill, kill him, report, report for me..." Ji Xiangqin finally took a breath, and said to Ji Qiuhong through gritted teeth, looking at the old man with even more hatred in his eyes.

At this time, she didn't notice at all that her father's face was also pale, and he was no better than herself to see where he was going. Moreover, his robes were soaked in cold sweat, and his legs were even weak when he ran over.

"Slap!" Before she could finish speaking, Ji Qiuhong slapped her hard across the face.

"Father, father..." Ji Xiangqin was completely taken aback by this slap.

It was the second time, in two days, this was the second time my father slapped himself.And this time, when he was seriously injured, not only did he not feel distressed at all, but he slapped harder and harder than yesterday.

"Slap, slap, slap, slap!" Immediately afterwards, Ji Qiuhong slapped her across the face in a series of slaps.

"Woo..." Ji Xiangqin's cheeks swelled rapidly, and bright red fingerprints appeared in a criss-cross pattern. Tears poured out of her eyes uncontrollably, but she couldn't speak anymore.

Seeing his precious daughter's face swollen like a pig's head in an instant, Ji Qiuhong's heart ached like a knife, but he couldn't soften his heart, let alone dare to soften it.

"The junior Ji Qiuhong taught his daughter badly, offended and offended Senior He, and hoped that Senior He would have a large number of adults, let her live." Ji Qiuhong dropped Ji Xiangqin, took two steps forward, and knelt down towards the old man, full of emotion. The sweaty head said with trepidation.

The old man in front of him was none other than He Tingzhou, the former head of the Xuanxin Immortal Sect and guardian of the Immortal League. Ji Qiuhong had never met him in person, but he had seen him several times in the portraits left by his grandfather.

Even though it had been many years, he still remembered the admiration and awe in his grandfather's eyes that couldn't be concealed when he mentioned Senior He.According to his grandfather, even if he saw He Tingzhou, he would bow down and pay homage to him as a senior.

Even those high-ranking celestial sects respected He Tingzhou and dared not neglect him in the slightest.

Ji Xiangqin scolded anyone badly, and even scolded him, and dared to shoot him, even if he was slapped to death, he deserved it, even if he, the master of Qinglan Xianmen, deserved to be slapped to death by the way .

This is the guardian of the Immortal League, provoking him is equivalent to provoking the entire Immortal League!
At this time, Ji Qiuhong didn't have the slightest majesty of the master of Qinglan Xianmen. He knelt on the ground tremblingly, his heart fluttered, and he even stuttered.

"Ji Botong can barely be considered a character, how could he give birth to such a shrew who doesn't care about life and death. I think he was respectful to me in the past, but today I will spare you, go back and take care of your shrew, get out!" He Tingzhou gave Ji Xiangqin a disgusted look, drank.

"Thank you, Senior He, let's go now, let's go now." The baby girl was scolded repeatedly by him saying "a shrew" and "a shrew". It was not someone else who scolded, but He Tingzhou. Instead of being angry, Ji Qiuhong felt relieved, thanked Ji Xiangqin with a happy face, and walked out with Ji Xiangqin in his arms.

"Also, Xuanmen conferences always rely on their own abilities, you'd better put away your fancy, if you dare to make any crooked ideas, don't blame the old man for not remembering the past." He Tingzhou warned again.

"Yes, this junior doesn't dare anymore, never again." Ji Qiuhong staggered in fright, and almost fell to the ground with Ji Xiangqin.

(End of this chapter)