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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One Can't Escape

He was very familiar with that face. This person once weighed heavily on him like a mountain, or in other words, on the heads of their group of monks.

The third elder had lived in the shadow of the other party for an unknown number of years, so when he died in the secret realm, the third elder was indescribably happy.

Now, this person who should have been buried in the dust a long time ago actually appeared in front of him alive.

The third elder felt that the other party was more superior than before, and for a moment he was frightened and jealous.

Why is Sang Zheng so lucky?!

"Speak!" As soon as Sang Zheng spoke, the third elder trembled involuntarily.

However, the third elder quickly straightened his back. He had won the Chenshuang Peak by legitimate means. Even if Sang Zheng came back, he would not be afraid!

"Humph, the sect has a rule that the Lordless Peak can be distributed to other elders. I gave the sect ten thousand top-quality spiritual stones, and this Chenshuang Peak should be mine! I don't want to see it in my own place.

What's wrong with seeing someone else's portrait?!" The third elder looked fierce on the face, but actually he was a little unsure in his heart.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is something fishy about Sang Ying's case. If Sang Zheng were to pursue this case, none of them would be able to escape.

"Ownerless?" Sang Zheng really grasped the key point, "I built this Shen Shuang Peak with my own hands. If something happens to our husband and wife, Shen Shuang Peak together should belong to my daughter. How can it become ownerless in your mouth?"

Already?"

Listening to Sang Zheng's sneer, cold sweat broke out on the third elder's back.

He didn't want to confront Sang Zheng head-on, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Something happened to your daughter a few days ago, and now she is no longer a disciple of the Liuguang Sword Sect."

The third elder spoke vaguely and did not dare to put those so-called crimes on Sang Ying. What if Sang Zheng heard this and became angry and attacked him? After all, he had already seen the other party clenching his fists tightly.

"What happened to my daughter?" Sang Zheng suppressed his anger and continued to ask.

He couldn't find any details at the foot of the mountain, and he was still looking forward to hearing more detailed content from the third elder.

The third elder squeaked and said under Sang Zheng's increasingly frightening gaze: "After you left, the sect master made the decision to let her worship Yanchen Xianzun as her teacher..."

"Just such a sanctimonious thing, holding up a little girl who has no talent but only knows how to cause trouble. You entrust my daughter to such a person?!" Sang Zheng already disliked Gu Huaiwei, but the two of them didn't know each other in the past.

There was no interaction, and now that he knew that his daughter had become a disciple of someone he had never liked, Sang Zheng was so angry that his head hurt.

The third elder argued: "Although you look down on him, he is still a sword master and can divine common affairs in Changhe. We also thought, how much would it cost for such a capable and not greedy person to accept Sang Ying as his disciple?"

I will also protect her a little bit."

"Ha!" Sang Zheng smiled mockingly, "Is this the kind of 'protection' that protects my daughter until something happens?"

The third elder choked again, but he still stumbled and briefly told Sang Ying's experiences in the past ten years.

He had not had much contact with Sang Ying, and much of the information was obtained through hearsay.

But even this hearsay information made such a grown man Sang Zheng red-eyed.

"So, just based on two people's one-sided words, even one of them is a demon who is at odds with us, you easily convicted my daughter?" Sang Zheng clenched his cheeks, remembering that he protected her like a jewel.

His daughter had his golden elixir broken, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

But soon, Sang Zheng calmed down, turned around and walked out the door.

The third elder thought he was going to let her go, so he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next second, a powerful spiritual power struck, and the spiritual power turned into a whip and directly hooked his neck, pulling him out.

Outside the main hall, Sang Zheng dragged the struggling third elder all the way to the main peak where the sect leader was.

At this moment in the main peak, Wen Miaoshu was sitting in the side hall, waiting for the owner of this place to come see her.

Mu Xuan, the young disciple of the sect master, had brought some spiritual tea and brought it to Wen Miaoshu early, but she didn't move a word and just said with a sullen face that she wanted to catch up with his master.

But judging from the other party's expression, I'm afraid it's a lie to reminisce about old times, but it's true to block people.

The atmosphere in the palace was very depressing, and even Mu Xuan did not dare to stay any longer.

Fortunately, the sect master who received the message from his disciple came back soon.

Although he had already known from his disciple that Wen Miaoshu and the two had returned to the sect, when they actually saw the person, the sect leader was still paused when he entered the side hall.

He breathed out quietly, and his serious face quickly changed his expression: "Miao Shu, are you really okay?! This is great! You don't even know how happy I am to see you all okay!"

The sect master walked up quickly, his face full of joy at seeing his old friend.

But the smile on his face quickly froze, because the next second, Sang Zheng's voice sounded from behind him:

"The sect master's happiness is probably only on his face, right?"

Before Sang Zheng could enter, the third elder, who was strangled until his face turned purple, was thrown in first, and then fainted on the spot.

Seeing the miserable condition of the third elder, the sect leader's expression changed, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

But even so, he still pretended to be relaxed and joked: "Sang Zheng, what are you doing? You finally returned to the sect, why did you start a fight with the third elder as soon as you came back?"

"I'm not only going to beat him, I'm going to beat you too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before the sect master could get on guard, a heavy kick landed on his chest.

The sect leader wanted to beg for mercy, but Sang Zheng didn't give him the chance and kicked him out of the door.

Sang Zheng looks kind on the outside, and usually has a good temper. But once someone touches his bottom line, he will trample him to death.

He knew that the sect leader was a person with a good face, so he ignored Mu Xuan's obstruction and directly brought him to the competition stage where the disciples of the sect were fighting.

The sect master was naturally unwilling, but over the past ten years, Sang Zheng's cultivation had continued to improve, and it was already a miracle that he could not regress.

After a few moves, the sect leader was unable to fight back and was directly pressed on the fighting platform by Sang Zheng and beat him up.

The disciples practicing near the competition platform were all shocked by this extremely shocking scene. Even because of Sang Zheng's ruthless actions, no one dared to come up to help their sect leader.

By the time the anger in Sang Zheng's heart subsided a little, the sect leader had turned into a puddle of mud, and no longer had the graceful grace of the sect leader in the past.

"Sang Zheng, you dare to beat the sect master in public, aren't you afraid of being punished by the Discipline Hall?!" Having lost such a big face in front of others, the sect master was too lazy to give in to Sang Zheng at this moment, so he broke up with him directly.

Sang Zheng sneered: "Sect master? If I hadn't cared about this position, would you have been the sect leader? I thought that even if you didn't remember the favor, you should consider your own safety. I didn't expect you to do it.

How dare you team up with others to frame my daughter!"

The sect master's expression froze. This was the thing he cared about most in his life, but now it was exposed by Sang Zheng in public. At this moment, the sect master suddenly regretted it. He should not have been threatened by Su Fuyun, and he should not have treated Sang Ying.

Hands-on!

"Remember, if something happens to my daughter, no one involved in this matter can escape, let alone you!"


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