Quick Transmigration Little Ancestor: Blackened male gods should be pampered

Chapter 685 The Personal Disciple Is the Demon Lord (15)

Hearing this, everyone was speechless.

It turned out that he was accepted as a disciple because he saved her.

"But it can't be a direct disciple, right? This..." Mu Lan hesitated.

Sang Jian explained: "I will accept such a disciple, and I will teach it personally in the future. Naturally, I will be a direct disciple. I have made up my mind, so you don't need to say more."

Mu Lan: "..."

She is so determined, he really can't say much.

The few disciples in the audience suddenly started to move.

One of them stood up and said, "Old Ancestor, we actually went there together yesterday! So..."

Breaking open the stone gate of the mausoleum was not due to him alone.

Before the man could say the last sentence, Sang Jian raised his eyebrows and interrupted him.

"Oh? So, you are the ones who wanted to kill him in the back mountain yesterday?"

The faces of several disciples changed.

They did chase Yun Xian to the mausoleum yesterday, and knocked him flying with one palm, hitting the tombstone, and Yun Xian rolled in without a trace.

They thought that it was their ancestors who were being suppressed inside, so they ran away in fright.

He never thought that he would come out alive, let alone that he would come out with his ancestors.

Sang Jian said sharply: "Since when can the Qianfeng faction be able to kill each other? Is this the good disciple you manage?"

Her eyes swept to the elders leading those disciples one by one.

A powerful coercion emanated from her.

The elders trembled all over, and immediately came out to admit their mistake, "Ancestor, we didn't know about what happened yesterday! We will ask clearly after we go back, and punish them, and the ancestors will calm down!"

The other disciples couldn't bear the force for a while, and a trace of blood spilled from the corners of their mouths.

One of them immediately knelt on the ground, looked up at Yunxian, and said with difficulty, "Old ancestor, calm down! We didn't intend to kill him yesterday, you can ask Yunxian if you don't believe me!"

The look he gave Yun Xian was full of threats.

As long as Yunxian was afraid, lied, and admitted that they were responsible for opening the tomb, the matter would be over.

He believed that with Yunxian's courage, he would lie for them...

Sang Jian turned to look at Yun Xian, "Is that so?"

Because of Sang Jian's sudden coercion, Yun Xian's own strength was not good enough, and he couldn't bear it anymore, a lot of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Hearing this, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

First, he looked back at the person kneeling below.

It was this group of people who often took pleasure in bullying him.

But these few people are genius disciples in the eyes of other elders, only him is nothing, even an outside disciple.

If you don't help them tell this lie today, you will have a lot of hard times in the future.

But if she lied about it, she would still be bullied by them in the future.

He turned his head to look at Sang Jian, who had a very calm expression and couldn't see any expression.

He wasn't sure if she would always protect him in the future if he told the truth.

But he wants to gamble, at least...

At least until the so-called Demon Lord comes to take the sword, she will protect him from death, right?
After all, he was her scapegoat to block the Demon Lord.

Relying on his brain power, Yun Xian has turned the matter to the sky.

With a sudden plop, he knelt down in front of Sangjian, bowed his head and said seriously: "They didn't take my life yesterday..."

The disciples in the audience breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he finished breathing, he heard him say again: "They just regarded me as a prey for training. If I hadn't inadvertently broken into the tomb of my ancestors, I might be beaten to death by them, and then thrown back The other courtyard of the disciples of the outer sect fends for itself."

(End of this chapter)