Quick Transmigration Little Ancestor: Blackened male gods should be pampered

Chapter 675 The Personal Disciple Is the Demon Lord (5)

Being grabbed by the arm, Yun Xian withdrew his hand in a great reaction, and stood up from the ground rolling and crawling.

In the next second, his legs softened and he knelt directly on the ground.

"Hey, I can't help but can't..."

Sang Jian quickly waved his hand at him, "It's a great gift when we first met. You recognize my identity? Do you want to be a teacher? Isn't it too fast?"

Yun Xian: "?"

He just ran away all night, was injured again, and saw a strange person, so he was a little weak all over.

But listening to Sang Jian's tone, she didn't seem to have any malicious intentions.

Yun Xian couldn't help but look up at him.

At this glance, he immediately lowered his head in fright.

Touch... I met a ghost!
Sang Jian's hair was long and knotted everywhere, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of black mud, which looked a little disgusting.

The clothes on his body have been soaked in blood for thousands of years, and the original color has long been unclear.

Even so, there was no unpleasant smell in the cave other than the smell of damp.

If a person is so dirty and still doesn't smell, then he is not a normal person!
Right, when he ran over just now, he saw that this was the mausoleum?

Yun Xian immediately folded his hands together and knelt down, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't do it on purpose, my ancestor. I'm also a disciple of the Qianfeng Sect. I..."

He muttered something in his mouth with a strong desire to survive.

Sang Jian sighed lightly, and simply sat on the ground, "Since you sincerely bow down to me, then I will accept you as a disciple."

Yun Xian: "?"

Are they talking about the same thing?
Certainly not one thing!

Sang Jian deliberately brought the topic to this.

Hold him down first.

In the original world, the original owner used Yun Xian to help him draw the sword to keep him by her side, and she didn't need him to draw the sword, so naturally she had to find another excuse.

Seeing Sang talking to himself, Yun Xian felt a little suspicious.

Before he came to Qianfeng Sect, he heard a story about Sang Jian, the founder of Qianfeng Sect.

I heard that she was suppressed by the Mozun in the back mountain of the Qianfeng Sect... Could this dirty woman in front of her be...?
"Alright boy, quickly take him out as a teacher."

Sang Jian didn't give Yun Xian any chance to think, reached out and grabbed his collar, and lifted him up.

The current Yun Xian looks like he is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and the boy is at the age of youth and ignorance.

He was held in Sang Jian's hand, and he blinked his eyes in a daze.

"You... can't you get out?"

"Yeah." Sang Jian said seriously, "I have been sealed here for many years."

This sentence shocked Yun Xian greatly!
She really is the Patriarch Sangjian!

"I...I...I don't know how to get out..." Yun Xian suddenly became nervous.

In the past, when he was in the sect, he didn't even dare to take a second look at the elders and the like, but now he directly saw the ancestors.

The span is slightly larger.

"Which elder do you belong to now? Has he taught you martial arts?" Sang Jian asked.

Speaking of this, Yun Xian was a little embarrassed, "outer disciples, still working hard..."

Sang Jian was a little surprised, "Now outer disciples can also enter here?"

"No, no... I broke into here by accident."

Not breaking the rules on purpose.

Seeing his honest look, Sang Jian slightly hooked his lips.

Before the memory awakened, Yun Xian was really good at fooling around.

"I see that you have so many injuries. You were bullied and ran here to hide?"

"Hmm..." Yun Xian responded weakly.

(End of this chapter)