After picking up the cubs, I became the ancestor of Sichuan Mountain

Chapter 37 Bullying
The man's brows were furrowed, and there was an unconcealable look of disgust on his face.

If I hadn't listened to this bitch saying that he knew where the treasure was in the secret realm.

How could I add this quota for him to enter the secret realm?

As a result, after walking for so many days, I didn't see any treasures. I only found this ruins with nothing.

"Senior brother, this, this is, this is that person's main hall."

The disciple had an obvious flattery on his face, and he was worried that others would hear him, so he could only lower his voice.

"Who? What are you talking about in a roundabout way?"

Wu Li frowned, his tone full of impatience.

The smile on Wu Xing's face froze, as if he didn't expect that he didn't know that person's name.

"Senior brother, that is, the senior with the surname Li."

Wu Xing stammered and explained.

After listening to his words, Wu Li wanted to ask again, but the person behind him tugged at the corner of his clothes, and then he suddenly remembered.

"Are you talking about the person named Li Qingyan?"

Wu Li glanced sideways at Wu Xing and said with disdain.

"It's just a dead man, but I know that he was not more than a hundred years old when he died.

How could he become some kind of master? "

Hearing the disrespectful words coming out of his mouth, Wu Xing could no longer hold back the smile on his face, and he scolded the person in front of him a thousand times in his heart.

They are just direct descendants. When they were in the mortal world, they relied on their bloodline and did not treat these side branches as human beings.

Now that I have joined the sect, this is still the case!

"Senior brother, you can't say that."

The expressions of the people behind him also changed.

Li Qingyan is someone that no one dares to speak out directly.

Although he has fallen long ago, he is not someone who can be disrespectful at will.

Hearing the disciple behind him also retort, Wu Li glared at Wu Xing beside him and then stopped.

No matter how much he beat or scolded Wu Xing, he could do it, but he couldn't do it to other disciples.

After all, everyone has a huge family behind them. Wu Xing is his legion, but others are not.

Li Congee and the two little dolls hid their figures and auras, but almost appeared when they heard Wu Li's disrespectful words.

This is the hall where Li Qingyan died. How could these people be allowed to walk around as they pleased!
Feeling Li Congee's anger, Xu Jingjing carefully held her hand.

Feeling the warmth in his palms, Li Congee became slightly more awake.

Seeing the concerned eyes of the little ones, the anger in Li Congee's eyes gradually subsided.

After so many years, she finally managed to keep her emotions in check, and she must not let all her efforts go to waste.

After looking around the hall, Wu Li spoke impatiently.

"Didn't you say there is a treasure here? Why is there nothing!"

Wu Xing swallowed the resentment in his heart and said hesitantly: "Brother, Dana will leave scrolls behind after his death. As long as we look carefully, we might be able to find the treasures he left behind..."

Wu Li's eyes flashed, and when he saw that he was still motionless, he stretched out his foot and kicked him.

"Then why don't you go find it quickly? Why are you still standing here?"

After being kicked by him, a fierce light flashed in Wu Xing's eyes.

This fool will have to pay the price one day!
No matter how much Wu Li beat and scolded Wu Xing, no one from the other Wuji Sect disciples stepped forward to stop him.

This is the case within the sect.

The major families rely on money to insert the first chess piece, and then try to use that chess piece to bring in more people.

The entire sect was in such chaos.

As long as their own interests are not involved, who would want to deal with them?

If they die and become crippled, they will have one less competitor.

He Qianxing opened his eyes wide and watched them rummaging around without blinking. He felt that these sect disciples were far more cold-hearted than the storybook said.He also often followed Sister Congee down the mountain.

Apart from the food shops at the foot of the mountain, his second favorite thing was the storytellers.

He didn't like those people in the sect, but in the storybooks written by Shanxia, ​​the disciples of the sect seemed to be immortals.

Only the old man who told stories in Carp Town was my favorite.

In the books he mentioned, not all sect disciples are good people, but more often than not, they are all cold-hearted people who only plan for themselves.

They are not bodhisattvas who save the world, but evil ghosts who suck the flesh and blood of the people.

He likes that old grandpa the most, but he only likes him.

Others said that he was old and had become a lunatic.

As his thoughts drifted further and further, Li Churro raised his hand to touch his forehead, and He Qianxing suddenly came back to his senses.

Because the so-called treasure could not be found in the hall, Wu Li's last trace of patience was exhausted.

Wu Xing couldn't help but feel a few beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead when he saw his increasingly ugly expression.

He and Wu Li entered the sect in the same year. Although they have just established their foundations, Wu Li is backed by the entire Wu family.

I can't make him anxious now.

"Senior brother, please let me look for you again."

Wu Xing had pleading in his eyes, but Wu Li sneered and took out a long whip from the Qiankun bag.

The long whip was completely black, glowing with faint fluorescence. Several other disciples in the hall frowned slightly when they saw this.

Is there something wrong with Wu Li's brain?
If everyone could find the scroll, why would there be so many people searching for it all their lives?
The sound of the whip hitting the flesh made them hate Wu Li even more.

Wu Xing lay on the ground and could only grit his teeth and endure the pain, not daring to scream.

Wu Li is a brainless lunatic. If he screams out, he will only be beaten ten times or a hundred times.

Li Churro looked at their atrocities with cold eyes and reached out to cover the eyes of the two little children.

Over the past 900 years, I'm afraid those eleven sects have lost their foundation.

"Let's go."

Li Churro let out a low cry, and then the three of them left the space and landed directly on the altar.

"Sister Congee, don't we need to worry about those people?"

Xu Jingjing hesitated.

"Need not."

Li Congee shook his head and said.

If even they can cause any damage to the main hall, then it can only be said that Li Qingyan is useless.

What she was more curious about was how they knew the location.

900 years ago, those eleven sects should have banned all news in Chuanshan.

In the hall, Wu Li was tired from the beating, so he stopped what he was doing.

"Remember, you are a bastard! You will only be my dog ​​for the rest of your life!"

After speaking, Wu Li spat on the ground.

Wu Xing's face was pale, without a trace of blood, and his lips had long been bitten by himself.

Wu Li's whip was given to him by the head of the family.

It will not leave any marks on the person's body, but it can strip away the aura of the person being hit bit by bit.

It is the most vicious spiritual weapon.

He didn't dare to use this whip to hit others, but he suppressed himself firmly.

Wu Xing felt the burning pain in his body, and the resentment in his heart became even stronger.

He is more talented than Wu Li, but he can only be his coward.

He didn't even dare to take his cultivation too seriously, for fear that Wu Li would use it to bully him.

One day, he will make Wu Li regret it!
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