A junk collection station floats in my mind

Chapter 1681 Subdue Shen Piaopiao!
"Does nephew have such a bad memory?"

Chen Muyu was grinning, with a look that was not serious at all, "Master Uncle agreed, I want to come to you to get close and have a few words of sympathy."

Shen Piao Piao's face was terribly dark.

The fist was squeezed so that the space was distorted.

"presumptuous!"

The disciple at the early stage of the ninth level stood up next to him, and yelled at Chen Muyu.

It's so simple.

Anyway, I am also your master's uncle, so you have to call me Shishuzu in terms of seniority, right? Your master hasn't spoken yet, how dare you call your Shishuzu?
This is simply outrageous.

However, Shen Piaopiao didn't stop her at all.

After all, Chen Muyu was never considered by her at all. To her, she did not recognize Chen Muyu's identity at all.

"Bold."

Yang Feng yelled sharply, how could he allow his master to be humiliated, and immediately stepped forward, his aura directly pressing down on that disciple, "Peak Master Shen, don't you have anything to say if your disciples dare to disrespect their elders?"

Shen Piaopiao sneered indifferently, "The disciples under the sect are young, so the so-called childish words are unscrupulous, why should the Holy Son have such a big reaction."

Childish words?

It's all ninth level, and it's so childish, Yang Feng is almost happy.

"Nephew Yang Feng." Chen Muyu called out.

"The disciple is here." Yang Feng replied.

Chen Muyu pointed at the disciple just now, "This person has no respect and lawlessness. Since Martial Nephew Shen doesn't care, then I will take care of it. I order you to abolish her cultivation and drive her out of the Extreme Dao Palace..."

what?
Shen Piaopiao's pupils shrank.

The disciple was also shocked.

To abolish cultivation and expel from the sect?

Is it so serious?

"Yes."

Yang Feng responded, and walked towards the disciple aggressively.

Everyone was a little dumbfounded, true or false?

"stop."

Shen Piaopiao couldn't take it anymore, she immediately scolded, "This is Banzhufeng, so you can't be presumptuous."

"Haha."

Chen Muyu laughed loudly, "Nephew Shen, it's true that this is Banzhu Peak, but this is even more of a palace of extreme Taoism. Why, as your elder, can I not be the master?"

Shen Piaopiao's face was dark, this guy clearly came here to find fault.

"I'd like to see who dares to be presumptuous on my Banzhu Peak." Shen Piaopiao had a cold face, and a cold sentence popped out between his teeth.

"Humph."

Chen Muyu snorted coldly, "I also want to see how capable you are, nephew, nephew Yang Feng, do it."

"Yes."

Yang Feng responded, without further ado, he slapped the disciple at the beginning of the ninth level with his palm.

Although the opposite is the Holy Son, but the master didn't pay attention to the Palace Master, let alone the Holy Son, she is also the direct descendant of the Banzhu Peak, okay, if you want to abolish my cultivation, can I sit still and wait for death?
At that moment, the disciple was not afraid at all, he drew out his sword and slashed towards Yang Feng.

The two instantly fought together.

Yang Feng is also at the beginning of the ninth rank, and he is comparable to that disciple in terms of realm. However, Yang Feng's status in the sect is definitely not comparable to that of an ordinary ninth rank descendant. There are many means.

With a flash of his figure, he dodged the opponent's sword and came directly behind the disciple. Without saying a word, Yang Feng tore off his belt and threw it out in an instant.

The belt of the trousers was like a long snake, it turned into a golden light with a yo, and wrapped the disciple tightly in the blink of an eye.

This is the holy son of the Jidao Palace, how can a fight rely on real skills alone, do you know how many magic weapons my father gave me?How can it be compared with a mere direct descendant of you.

The disciple was shocked and wanted to break free, but the waistband of the trousers wrapped her tighter and tighter, like a rice dumpling, she fell to the ground with a plop.

"Master."

Seeing Yang Feng stepping over and raising his hand to call her, the disciple cried out in fright.

All the disciples around were dumbfounded, really?
"stop."

How could Shen Piaopiao allow his disciple to be crippled in front of him, and immediately teleported to Yang Feng's side, raising his hand to slap him.

However, at this moment, Shen Piaopiao suddenly felt a warning sign.

Danger.

extremely dangerous.

A chilling feeling instantly spread from the top of the head to the soles of the feet.

"boom."

Shen Piaopiao subconsciously wanted to teleport away, but it was too late.

A terrifying force bombarded her body, and in an instant, Shen Piaopiao flew directly into the hall behind her like a missile.

"Rumble..."

The entire hall collapsed.

what?
The disciples were instantly dumbfounded.

I saw a figure flying into the ruins, and in the next second, a strong man walked out, holding Shen Piao Piao in his hand, as if he was holding a limp snake.

He came directly in front of Chen Muyu, threw Shen Piaopiao in front of Chen Muyu, saluted respectfully, and then that person disappeared.

Shen Piaopiao lay on the ground, pouted in a shameful posture, already unconscious.

Chen Muyu unhurriedly lowered his head to check.

Pull out the system one scan.

This Nan Ming was too ruthless in his attack, and he didn't know how to pity and cherish jade at all.

Shen Piao Piao, seriously injured.

Conquering requires a wealth value of 300 billion.

300 billion is not too much, Chen Muyu accepted it without saying a word.

Wealth value -300 million.

"Snapped."

With a blow to the hip, "Get up."

Shen Piaopiao woke up leisurely, and Chen Muyu handed over a blood pill.

After taking it, Shen Piaopiao recovered a little bit of strength.

At this moment, when she saw Chen Muyu again, only humility remained on her face.

Shen Piaopiao struggled to get up, and wanted to bow down to Chen Muyu.

Chen Muyu waved his hand, "Forget it, let's go to recuperate."

"Yes."

Shen fluttered weakly.

Yang Feng summoned the two eighth-rank disciples, and helped Shen Piaopiao to the apse tremblingly.

"Uncle, is this disciple going to be disabled?" Yang Feng pointed to the disciple who was also lying on the ground next to him, tied up like a rice dumpling by his trouser belt.

The disciple's eyes were full of fear.

She also saw that scene just now, and she could see it clearly. Just when Shen Piaopiao was about to save her, a figure suddenly appeared and attacked Shen Piaopiao.

Shen Piaopiao hardly had any chance to resist, and was seriously injured in an instant.

Behind this person, there is a strong man who is at least a ninth-order peak.

It's just that she couldn't understand what happened next.

At this moment, the disciple's heart was filled with fear. The only master who could protect her was seriously injured. Isn't she a lamb waiting to be slaughtered now?

"Holy Son, forgive me."

The disciple's psychological quality is not very good, and he immediately started the begging mode.

"Ha ha."

Yang Feng smiled, "Junior Sister, don't worry, it's just abolishing your cultivation and expelling you from the sect, it won't hurt your life."

"No, don't, don't abolish my cultivation." The disciple was so anxious that he cried.

It is not easy to cultivate, and it is even more difficult to cultivate to her current state.

(End of this chapter)