After reading the mind of Sword and Spirit, I brought all the grievances in my family and went crazy

Chapter 6 If you like it, chop it up and feed it to your dog!

[I have cultivated the ruthless way well and served the country, the people, and the common people. Who would have thought that after accepting a disciple, I would be targeted by the disciple! 】

[That little bitch Yun Qing didn’t tell me that she had a crush on her master, but she even tied him up and imprisoned him while Xian Qing was injured! 】

[In the end, Xian Qing's Taoist heart was damaged directly, and he was seriously injured. He sacrificed his blood and died on the demonic battlefield! 】

[But what about this Yun Qing? 】

[After shedding a few symbolic tears, I turned around and made love to the young demon master! 】

【It’s so abominable! 】

The sword spirit watched Xian Qing's output on the high platform, and Ruan Qiao was stunned for a moment.

Their cold-born Xianqing Sword Lord is the first person in the Xiaoyao Dao Sect in thousands of years to be one step away from becoming an immortal. Not only is he ranked first on the Cangwu combat power list all year round, he is also the most beautiful person in the world. It is also famous on the list.

That's it, isn't this a male protagonist script?

The number one wrongdoer?

On the main seat, Xian Qing looked at Ruan Qiao below, a flash of doubt in his eyes, why haven't you spoken yet?
Did he see pity in the eyes of his little junior sister?

Does she pity him?

Xian Qing felt a little confused.

There are so many people in this world who respect him and fear him, how come there are still people who pity him?

What is there to be pitiful about him?

"Are you Ruan Qiao from Kunwu Mountain?"

Xian Qing was the first to speak, breaking the silence in the hall.

Only then did Ruan Qiao react, bowing his hands and saluting Xian Qing.

"Disciple Ruan Qiao, pay homage to the sect master."

Shen Nanzhu tilted his head and spoke with a tut,
"Hey, it's so confusing to say so."

"Our master is, after all, the same brother as the previous sect leader Tianquan Sword Master. The sect leader is the disciple of Uncle Tianquan. You and I should call the sect master Senior Brother Xianqing."

With a slight smile on his face, the young man seemed to be trying to impress Ruan Qiao, and said to Xian Qing in the hall, "Junior brother Shen Nanzhu, I have met senior brother Xian Qing. Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time."

In fact, the two of them met once, at the sect conference several years ago.

But Shen Nanzhu didn't care, after all, he was thick-skinned.

With such a senior brother relationship, even if Xianqing later wanted to say that Yun Qing was injured, he would not be able to accuse Ruan Qiao.

Tang Yanchu became angry when he heard this and scolded him:
"Shen Nanzhu, you, a Foundation Establishment disciple, dare to be so presumptuous. You are the one calling me Senior Brother." Do you deserve to be called? !

How many years have passed since the previous sect leader was in power?

How dilapidated is their Kunwu Mountain now? !

A bunch of rubbish that can't even form a pill is so shameless!

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly lost his voice.

The upper lip and lower lip were sticky, and I kept whining there.

Then he turned his head and looked at his master with an aggrieved look.

Why did his master ban him? !

Seeing Tang Yanchu's appearance, the little sword spirit groaned and complained——

[Your mouth is so stinky, if you can’t stop talking, who can you stop talking about? 】

[Tiantian is so proud that he is the direct descendant of the sect master. He treats me like Kunwu Mountain as grass, right? It will be on your grave tomorrow! 】

[You like Yunqing, right? Like it, you’re not far away from being chopped up and fed to the dogs by her No. 18 suitor~】

Ruan Qiao has learned to remain calm when it comes to Sword Spirit's complaints.

In the main seat, Xian Qing rubbed his brow.
"I told you not to be rude!"

How come I, my little apprentice, can’t learn?

Tang Yanchu's face turned red, not knowing whether he was angry or ashamed.

(End of this chapter)