Senior brother, stop it, you are the villain!

When Feng Shao learned about the battle of Wuling City, it was already seven days later. Feng Shao almost spurted blood on the spot and wanted to run home in a panic.

Although Chu Qing looked like a nouveau riche, he was the son of luck and the son of heaven! With the favor of heaven, who knows what this kid can do?

Fortunately, the news of victory also came, which made Feng Shao relieved. However, he also realized that he had been away from home for too long and it was time to go back.

In the past few days, Feng Shao had been discussing the reconstruction of Ziqing Holy Land with Tang Fei and gave Tang Fei a lot of advice. During the communication, Tang Fei gradually realized the management loopholes in the traditional sect holy land model and decided to carry out drastic reforms to the sect.

But before the reform, there are still a few accounts to be settled.

Ziqing Holy Land was previously breached under the leadership of Chu Qing. The entire holy land was almost looted, and many disciples died in the battle. As the Saint of Ziqing, Tang Fei naturally couldn't just let it go. Although Chu Qing couldn't be caught, the Chongyang Sword Sect and the Xuanlei Sect were still there, and they couldn't run away. So Tang Fei led his disciples to form a coalition with the Tiangang Sword Sect and rushed to the Chongyang Sword Sect.

The battle of Tianlei City greatly boosted the self-confidence of the disciples of Ziqing Holy Land. With the weapons specially provided by Wuling City, they even had the illusion that they could shoot down the real immortals. They came to the gate of the Chongyang Sword Sect with a heroic and arrogant pace, and cursed at the Chongyang Sword Sect as soon as they came up.

The disciples with superior backgrounds have better self-cultivation, and they can only curse those words. But those disciples who came from humble backgrounds and came out of the market, the curses were really as bad as they could hear.

"Yang Shaoling! Your father is here to see you!"

"Yang Shaoling, don't be a cuckold in the mountains! If you have the guts, stick your head out and let me chop it off!"

"Yang Shaoling, your ancestral tomb has exploded! I fed your great-grandfather's bones to the dogs! It's your turn next!"

"Yang Shaoling, your wife and daughter are so cute! I want to do it again!"

...

In front of the mountain gate of Chongyang Sword Sect, Tang Fei set up a sound amplification formation. The disciples responsible for cursing lined up in a long queue behind the formation. Each person could only curse once, and after cursing, they had to make way for the next person.

In order not to waste the opportunity they had finally gotten by queuing up, the Ziqing disciples used their brains and racked their brains. All kinds of dirty words that normal people could and could not think of emerged one after another, allowing Feng Shao and the disciples of Tiangang Sword Sect to really experience what "Ziqing culture" is.

Tang Fei couldn't help but hold his forehead with one hand, as if he wanted to pretend that he didn't know them. But he said before that it didn't matter how bad the curses were, so although he felt a little regretful, he could only bite his teeth and admit it.

However, it is conceivable that after today, Ziqing Holy Land may become famous because of this one-sided curse war.

Thanks to these disciples who cursed without any limit, the Chongyang Sword Sect was so angry that their faces were red and their necks were thick. They wanted to go down the mountain immediately to fight to the death with Ziqing Holy Land and Tiangang Sword Sect. Finally, the strong desire to survive stopped their impulse, so they could only stare blankly but did not dare to fight with weapons.

Yang Shaoling and his family, who were greeted by all the disciples of Ziqing Holy Land, seemed particularly difficult. For example, Yang Youqing wanted to rush down the mountain to fight several times, but was finally dragged back by other disciples. Yang Youqing's angry curses could be heard from hundreds of meters away.

"Let me go! I'm going to kill those bastards!"

Yang Shaoling was also furious, but as the head of Chongyang Sword Sect, he couldn't just risk his life without caring about anything. He wanted to risk his life before because his son died and his rationality was basically gone. Now being scolded by others is obviously far less than the impact of the pain of losing his son, so Yang Shaoling can still maintain basic rationality.

But not too much.

In fact, he knew the reason why the people from Ziqing Holy Land and Tiangang Sword Sect ran down the mountain. It was nothing more than asking Chongyang Sword Sect to compensate for the losses of Ziqing Holy Land. Now the situation is stronger than people, and compensation is inevitable, but it should be paid as little as possible. The amount of compensation is usually linked to the comparison of the strength of both parties.

The greater the difference in strength, the more compensation.

How to determine the difference in strength?

Simple, just fight.

Chongyang Sword Sect didn't really want to fight, but Ziqing Holy Land and Tiangang Sword Sect did. After all, no matter how you look at it, Ziqing Holy Land and Tiangang Sword Sect have the upper hand in this battle. Of course, Chongyang Sword Sect didn't have to fight, but after being scolded so much, there was no reaction at all, and finally took the initiative to ask for peace, which would only be more embarrassing than asking for peace after fighting once.

But we can't let them continue to scold like this, right? The longer the scolding lasts, the more face the Chongyang Sword Sect will lose!

Just when Yang Shaoling was thinking carefully about countermeasures, Ziqing Holy Land didn't know what was going on and began to change its strategy again.

No more scolding, change to crosstalk!

"This Chongyang Sword Sect, I'm telling you, I've been here before!"

"Oh, there's such a thing?"

"Of course not! Guess how I got here?"

"How did I get here?"

"Yang Shaoling personally carried me here! Tsk tsk, I'm telling you, Yang Shaoling is so filial!"

"Ah!"

"At that time, Yang Shaoling wanted to marry his daughter to me, but do you think I could accept it?"

"Why can't you have it?"

"If I want it, wouldn't I have to call him daddy?"

"It can be said that it is!"

"So, I told Yang Shaoling that it's okay to marry your daughter to me, but we have to go our separate ways!"

"How come everyone is talking about this?"

"Simple! I call him son, and he calls me daddy!"

"That's it!"

…

The two Ziqing Holy Land disciples were talking happily in the loudspeaker formation, while the disciples outside were desperately covering their mouths to prevent themselves from laughing in this serious occasion. Each one of them felt so uncomfortable with the suffocation that their originally fair skin turned blue and red, and each of them looked as if they had just been poisoned.

Feng Shao walked quietly behind Tang Fei and whispered: "I didn't expect that there are such talents under your sect! You Ziqing Holy Land is really full of talents!"

Tang Fei looked helpless: "What? Do you want it?"

Feng Shaoyi raised his eyebrows: "What if I want it?"

“Take it away if you want, you don’t have to give it back!”

…

For a moment, Feng Shao was actually thinking about a problem very seriously. The problem is that the entertainment methods of people in this world seem to be a little thin, so should we apply some things from the current world?

If nothing else, he was a Tianhai person when he traveled through time. As we all know, everyone in Tianhai can speak cross talk!

This is already considered a natural skill!

Ziqing disciples, you just finish singing and I will appear on stage, and various methods are emerging one after another. In the end, the scolding war didn’t feel like a scolding war, but more like a Spring Festival Gala!

The people here at Ziqing Holy Land are happy, but the people at Chongyang Sword Sect are in extreme pain.

Isn't it too frustrating to be scolded in such a variety of ways and not be able to fight back?

But then someone suddenly thought: It’s okay if you can’t fight back, but you can’t go back even if you scold? Who doesn’t know how to use amplification array? Do you really think this is the patent of your Ziqing Holy Land?

So the Chongyang Sword Sect also set up a loudspeaker formation, and then started yelling at Yamashita.

Ziqing Holy Land was naturally unambiguous and immediately scolded him back with ten times the volume.

If you and I curse each other, the entire Chongyang Mountain will become a lively place! The monsters within a radius of hundreds of miles were frightened by the increasingly loud noise and fled hundreds of miles away, not even caring about the food chain.

But in this way, the deadly feud between the sects instantly turned into a scolding scene between shrews in the city and countryside, and it was a cultivation version!

"Yo yo yo! You guys from Ziqing Holy Land are really capable. After being beaten up by your own disciples, you actually have the nerve to come here to seek justice? Are you ashamed?"

"You can! You Chongyang Sword Sect are really capable! It's just that you colluded with a dog raised by our Ziqing Holy Land. Look at what you can do!"

"What's wrong with the dog? The dog is more capable than you! The dog has ruined your whole family! If you are capable, come up too!"

"Hey? I'm giving you face, right? Do you really think we don't dare to hit you? Do you dare to accept it if we dare to hit you? Just accept it if I give you some face, but don't be shameless!"

"Why are you so proud of yourself? Without the Tiangang Sword Sect, what are you? If you have the ability to fight one on one! If we, the Chongyang Sword Sect, don't fight against you in the Purple Purity Holy Land, none of you will be a coward!"

"Yes, yes! You are not cowardly! If Yang Hao wants to deal with our Holy Lord, he doesn't dare to face us face to face. He can only do it secretly, and he has to find Gong Shenglong before he dares to do it! With your little ability, you are nothing!" "

"A soldier never tires of deceit, do you understand? Do you really think that others are fools? If you are capable, come and try it!"

Tan Yu, the leader of Tianji Peak who was responsible for leading the disciples of the Tiangang Sword Sect, couldn't stand it. He frowned and said, "This is getting more and more outrageous. How can this still look like a super sect in Beizhou? She is just a shrew in the city!"

But Liu Shou stood next to him and said with a smile: "Master, as long as the method is easy to use and does not violate morality, so what if it is a little more popular? It is better than being tricked by the enemy, right?"

Tan Yu rolled his eyes at him: "Don't think that you can stay out of it if I don't tell you! This method is not honorable at all, and you will use it less for me in the future!"

Liu Shou could only say: "Yes, Master."

Due to Tan Yu's protection, although Liu Shou was also in the team, the disciples of the Tiangang Sword Sect did not show a hostile stance towards him. But when she looked at him, her eyes were a little strange.

Among these people, there is one person whose gaze is the most special, and that person is Yu Binglan, who is known as the most outstanding female talent of the younger generation in Beizhou.