My Master is Lin Zhengying

At the same time, he also believed that not all Maoshan disciples were the same as Shi Jian.

They are all willing traitors.

So, he kept waiting.

He didn't want to see that when he was cleaning the door tomorrow, Maoshan's blood would flow into rivers.

He now has bigger goals.

To revive the Maoshan faction...

Uncle Jiu was still in the mood of the waves, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

Nan Chen next to him has already opened his mouth and said:

"Master, it's a disciple of Maoshan, let's go and have a look!"

"That's right, master, it seems that what you said is true, not all Maoshan disciples betrayed the patriarch like Shi Jian."

Wencai also echoed.

Uncle Jiu took a deep breath, and said "um" in his mouth:

"Okay, let's go!"

After finishing speaking, Uncle Jiu waved his sleeves and walked over directly.

Nan Chen and Wen Cai followed from left to right.

Wait until the gate of the stronghold.

A lot of fellow Daoists have gathered here, three floors inside and three floors outside surrounded a group of Maoshan disciples.

At the same time, someone saw Uncle Jiu coming over.

Ninth Uncle's reputation, especially in today's battle, has already spread here.

Uncle Nine's infinite way, the purple energy comes from the east.

Terrifying cultivation, many young monks worship and admire him.

Seeing Uncle Jiu coming over, they all said respectfully:

"Senior Lin!"

"Senior Lin is polite!"

"Senior Lin, a group of Maoshan disciples have come and want to see you!"

"..."

Many people spoke one after another.

At the same time, the crowd parted, revealing a path.

Uncle Jiu's eyes were burning, and he walked straight forward.

In the middle of the crowd, there were about fifty Maoshan disciples.

Men and women, old and young.

At this time, they did not put down their weapons.

Instead, they stood up together and looked around vigilantly.

In the middle is a middle-aged man of forty-seven or eighteen years old. He holds a seven-star sword and looks around.

At this moment, when he saw Uncle Jiu appear again.

His whole body trembled.

The eyes are wide open, revealing the color of excitement.

"Five senior brothers!"

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly put down the Seven Star Sword, squeezed past the disciples in front of him, and came towards Uncle Jiu.

When Uncle Jiu saw him, his heart trembled.

Scenes of youth flooded into my heart.

This person is the same generation as Jiu Shu, the ninth disciple under the seat of Daoist Bai Yu, named Bei Yuan.

"Junior Brother Ninth!"

Uncle Jiu was also very emotional and excited.

"Brother!"

Bei Yuan was so excited that he came to Uncle Jiu and knelt down with a "plop".

Two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Brother, we don't want to deceive our master and destroy our ancestors.

It's all, it's all persecuted by the elder brother, we are really helpless.

Brother, please let go of past suspicions and let us return to the Daomeng! "