Online game of short knife

Chapter 865 The Cowardly Teacher ([-])
Orange Flavor Meinianda always thought that the teacher in charge was calm and didn't like to argue with others, only now did he realize that his impression of the teacher in charge was wrong, it was cowardly at all, although it was to preserve the sect and prevent the brothers in the sect from being harmed , but this way, the reputation of the Qingcheng faction will be completely ruined. If the previous head, Master Songhe, is still alive, he will definitely fight to the end and will never retreat.

Looking at the back of Master Pine, Orange Flavored Mirinda couldn't feel any respect anymore, how could he swallow his anger and take whatever he wanted from the villains who oppressed him? ?

The three elders of Qingcheng were seriously injured and fell to the ground and were supported by their disciples. Master Songmu could hear the words clearly, but he didn't even have the strength to speak. The surrounding Qingcheng disciples were so frightened that they rushed to rescue him.

Orange Flavor Mirinda looked sadly at Master Pine, the master's martial arts was still better than the three elders, and he could move freely after being hit by Yin Diling, the soul chasing demon king, but unfortunately it was useless.

Xiaoyao Longfei heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't expect that Master Songmu would be so courageous, and handed over the sect's secrets of internal skills and mental techniques, he really worried too much.

"Hehe, we don't need to do anything. It's very good. After a trip, I gained a lot of experience for nothing. Let me say it's a good thing." Gu Butong said cheerfully.

"The head of Qingcheng is too cowardly. Unfortunately, Qingcheng faction is one of the eight great sects. It's a waste of fame!"

"Isn't the Qingcheng faction just a trick sect? When have you ever seen the Qingcheng faction be strong in a novel, film or television drama?"

"Who said there is no? There is a novel called Shushan, in which the main character is drunk, Qingniu, who was born in Qingcheng, and he is very good."

"That's Xianxia, ​​okay? It doesn't have anything to do with the Qingcheng faction here. There is no Tiandu Minghe Immortal Sword here."

A group of lawless players laughed and talked in the team, this branch task is really easy, lie down.

After a while, Daotong brought over the wooden box containing Tianluo Gangqi.

The soul chasing demon Lord Yin Diling took the wooden box, opened it in front of everyone, flipped through a few pages, and nodded to the thousand-handed demon, "There is no doubt that it is genuine."

"Old miscellaneous hair counts you as acquainted!" Thousand-handed demon snorted coldly, and said to Master Songmu very contemptuously.

Master Songmu stood with one palm in front of his chest, lowered his eyes, "You two, please keep your promise."

"Hmph, Qingcheng! That's all!" said Yin Diling, the soul chasing demon, laughing wildly with the thousand-handed demon, and walked away with Xiaoyao Longfei and others.

Master Songmu stood on the spot and sighed, "Send the three elders to the backyard quickly for treatment."

A Qingcheng disciple stepped forward, "Master, let's just leave this matter alone?"

Orange Flavored Mirinanda recognized that it was Daoren Baishi, a direct disciple of the former master Songhe Zhenren, and also a senior brother among the NPCs.

"I, the head teacher, cannot absolve myself of the blame for this matter. I will go to retreat in front of the patriarch's tablet in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain to atone for my sins. Baishi, you are mature and prudent, young and strong, so I will take the temporary headship of you." Maestro Pinewood said in a deep voice.

"Master, this." Taoist Baishi was taken aback, and was about to push back when he was interrupted by Master Songmu.

"I have made up my mind, no need to say more!"

Immortal Songmu snorted coldly, strode out, and walked towards the back mountain.

Seeing that Master Master suppressed the matter in this way, all Qingcheng disciples were downcast and aggrieved.

What the hell is this? To be beaten up at the mountain gate, and to watch the enemy leave arrogantly, is to trample the face of the Qingcheng faction to the ground, and even run over their feet a few times.

There was a sound of chaotic footsteps, Orange Flavored Mirinda turned his head to look, and dozens of players rushed over from the side hall, which was the direction of the resurrection point in the sect, and the leader was a drop in the ocean among the players, the top ten players in Qingcheng. At the head, they presumably caught up at the foot of the mountain and were killed by those two devils.

"Brothers, why are you standing here? Go! Come with me to hunt down those monsters of the Rakshasa Sect!" said a drop in the ocean anxiously.

"Don't mention it!" Orange Flavor Mirinda roared depressedly. For the first time in his life, he felt so disappointed with the sect. Maybe he should really think about betraying the sect and going to the rivers and lakes to find opportunities. It's better than following a cowardly person. His head is strong, if things go on like this, sooner or later, people will step on the door of Qingcheng every now and then, even the man in white, he is a master of swordsmanship sweeping the world, a big boss at the peak level, and it is fair to fight against Daoist Songhe In the duel, the soul chasing demon and the thousand-handed demon are not the top figures of the Rakshasa sect, and they defeated the master teacher by sneak attack, but the Qingcheng sect can only let them humiliate, how can they stay so dumb? go down.

"Junior Brothers, don't chase after him anymore, go and rest for a while." Taoist Baishi sighed gloomily, and walked out with heavy steps.

"What's going on?" A drop in the ocean and the surrounding players peeped face to face, inexplicable.

Finally, someone explained the ins and outs of the matter to them, and Yi Yi was so angry that he slammed the long sword in his hand to the ground, crouching on the ground with his head in his arms. The table, rushing back to help the sect is such an ending, how can people accept it.

Master Songmu walked quickly to the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, but his expression was abnormally calm, as if he didn't take what happened just now to his mind at all, and his pale face returned to its original state. It took less than a moment, and the internal injuries he suffered seemed to have completely healed .

The corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and there was a sinister smile on the face of Master Songmu. If anyone from Qingchengmen saw it, they would definitely turn pale in shock. Master Songmu was always kind, like a good old man, and always had a smile on his face. How could he show such a smile? A sinister expression.

The night is thick, and a semicircular bright moon hangs high in the sky. The cold moonlight pours down on the earth like running water, and there is a cool breeze.

The soul chasing demon Yin Diling and the thousand-handed demon Pan Tianxing led the crowd to gallop, Xiaoyao Longfei and others chatted happily in the team channel. The means of the Demon Lord are not very glorious, but the result is very good.

Yindiling and Pan Tianxing also beamed with joy, picking the soft persimmon of the Qingcheng faction was really the right choice. This time their goal was to secretly pick up the two of them back, and the journey went smoothly, just passing by at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. Hitting Qingcheng was just a temporary idea.

"This time we took the secret book of Tianluo Gangqi back, the leader will definitely appreciate us both." Yindi Ling said.

"The credit came easily. I didn't expect to win the Qingcheng faction so easily." Pan Tianxing said with a smile.

"The Qingcheng faction is full of wine bags and rice bags, as cowardly as a mouse, so worthless." Yindiling said contemptuously.

A burst of strange laughter suddenly sounded out, sharp, piercing, short, and indescribably vicious. This laughter was also weird, as if it came from all directions. It was really shocking to hear this sound suddenly in the silent night. Very nice.

Everyone was startled, the horse slowed down, turned around by the moonlight, only to see the weeds swaying in the wind, the world seemed to be shrouded in an ominous atmosphere, and even the night wind became gloomy and cold.

(End of this chapter)