Not long after, dozens of people came out of the yard at the highest point and rushed towards this side.

Along the way, the disciples bowed their heads, leading the white-bearded old man with wrinkles on his face and walked towards him with his feet. The old man was wearing a black robe and a headscarf on his head. His body was a little hunched and thin, as if a gust of wind could blow down, but he walked very heavily and made a sound step by step.

Qi training seventh level.

Chu Hao was stunned. This old man was not simple. He actually reached the seventh level of Qi training. In the Jiangshen Sect, where weapons are mainly practiced, he should be one of the strongest cultivators.

"Master!"

This man slowly came to this place like stars holding the moon, surrounded by dozens of people.

At this moment, Wu Lang's eyes turned red, and he suddenly knelt down to the ground, his knees on the ground, his face full of excitement. He opened his mouth, his lips trembled a little, and he let out a hoarse cry.

"You are... Wu Lang..."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then he was shocked all over, left the help of others, then walked quickly towards Wu Lang, then stopped more than ten meters away, and then said: "You, you are really Wu Lang!"

"It's me, a disciple!" At this moment, Wu Lang, who had been holding back since he entered the Wu Kingdom, could no longer hold it back. Tears burst out from his eyes. The hot tears filled his old cheeks. The two lines of tears contained too heavy and too much, and there were too many things on his shoulders!

"...You are back, you are finally back!"

The old man said three "goods" in a row, his eyes full of gentleness and kindness, and he was also a little red-eyed.

This scene shocked all the disciples. They had never seen the head of the sect so disobedient and were so moved that they were so heartbroken that they were so moved that they were so heartbroken that they were so heartbroken that they were so incredible.

"I'm back, yes, I've been away from the Jiangshen Sect for a total of thirty-seven years, and I'm back!" Wu Lang choked, but was full of excitement and excitement! How many thirty-seven years does a mortal have in his life? Although Wu Lang has entered the innate world, but has not reached the foundation building, he cannot be said to be a real monk. In short, he is just a mortal, and he has more lifespan than ordinary people.

Being able to see a living teacher feels like seeing a teacher who is indescribable and incoherent.

It can be seen that the old man was also very excited. His shriveled and thin hands stretched forward, took a step forward, as if he wanted to help Wu Lang up. But then, he took a deep breath and stopped moving again.

The old man turned his head without leaving any trace. When he turned around again, his eyes were a little more stern and cold. He only heard him yelling: "Wu Lang, you dare to come back!"

Wu Lang said loudly: "Master Boy Bi, I have something to report to Master Boy when I am back this time!"

"You left the sect without saying a word and defected to the Ziyun Sect of the evil thief Xiao Chen. Are you worthy of your master and Master Ouyang?" A look of pain flashed in the old man's eyes and said, "Since I have taken the position of this sect leader, I have to be responsible for the entire Jiangshen Sect. Although you were a great disciple of Jiangshen Sect, you are no longer there. If you have anything, you don't have to say to me!"

"Master!" Wu Lang said sadly: "Others don't understand the disciples, do you even Master Bi not understand the disciples? Master and Master have always been brothers and sisters, and the disciples have always respected Master. Do you still know the disciple's character? "

"Human hearts are separated from the belly, I... don't know!" The old man waved his hand, ignored Wu Lang's sad and desperate look on his face, and said with a grudge: "Why are you still thinking about your chief disciple when you come back this time?"

As he said that, the old man's temperament gradually returned, his cold eyes swept over Ye Dong, He Chi and others, and then placed them on Chu Hao and Lu Ruhua. He watched Ye Dong lying on the ground and crying, and said angrily: "Wu Lang, do you want to demolish my sect? Ye Dong is now the chief craftsman, the pillar of my craftsman Shen Sect. You actually injured him!"

"I did it!"

Chu Hao was not comfortable speaking because of the greetings and nephews of the master and nephew. At this moment, he saw the old man in a confused manner and shouted and scolded Wu Lang. He was naturally unhappy and said, "There are still a group of disciples at the gate of the Jiangshen Sect. I beat them all. The main master of the sect should not go out to check them in person!"

The old man couldn't see through Chu Hao's cultivation. He heard his voice was hoarse, as if he was deliberately and naturally, and he couldn't tell the difference between ages. And his black robe was mysterious and strange, which made people feel strange for no reason. Seeing that he was not here to seek magic weapons to refine, but like he was with Wu Lang, the old man suddenly became a little cautious, "Why did you hurt my disciple of the Craftsman Shensect? What is your relationship with Wu Lang?"

"I have nothing to do with him, but I have something to do with you, Jiangshen Sect." Chu Hao smiled and said, "I am the honorary elder of Jiangshen Sect. When I first met, the head sect leader was in a bad mood!" As he said, he patted his robe on his own and wrote, "The honorary elder has met the head sect leader and is polite."

"Puchi--" Lu Ruhua couldn't help laughing, as if the ice and snow melted, but this smile disappeared in the blink of an eye. In a flash, she returned to her cold appearance.

"You are the elder of Ziyun Sect!" He couldn't see through Chu Hao's cultivation. Judging from his strength at the seventh level of Qi training, he was naturally more than a little or two higher than himself. The old man calmed down and asked.

Wu Lang said anxiously: "This senior is not the elder of Ziyun Sect. This is related to what I reported to the leader of the sect!"

Mu Yanfeng, who had been exposed to the sun for a long time, shouted at this time: "Master, don't listen to the despicable villain Wu Lang. He betrayed my craftsman Shenzong first, and he is a shameless person! When he comes back at this moment, it must be that Ziyunmen has heard that my craftsman Shenzong is going to refine treasures again, so he brought the elder of Ziyunmen to explore our words!"

"Mu Yanfeng, I am not the kind of villain you say!" Wu Lang was furious.

Mu Yanfeng sneered: "The leader of the sect said just now that people's hearts are separated from their stomachs. Who knows what you think? I even suspect that Master Ouyang's death is unrelated to you!"

"You!" Wu Lang was so angry that his former classmates actually insulted and slandered him in this way. With one sentence, he abandoned his obsession and insisted on him like a traitor! The pain in Wu Lang's heart was like an arrow piercing his heart, and he coughed and couldn't speak.

Chu Hao saw some clues. His breath locked Mu Yanfeng, and no matter how hard this guy opened his mouth, he couldn't make any sound, and then said, "I'm sorry, the leader!" Then his spiritual power was emitted, shaking the disciples and elders of the Jiangshen Sect around him several feet away. Only him, Wu Lang, Lu Ruhua and the leader of the Jiangshen Sect were left in the middle.

The old man's face showed a look of horror. He was familiar with the fluctuations of spiritual power. He was circulating his innate true energy and looked at Chu Hao with caution.
Chapter completed!