Bug Master In Doomsday

As soon as Penglai ancestor said this, there was silence in the huge courtyard. The dozen or so elders who were kneeling down bowed their heads and said nothing, and even the breathing was inaudible. The headed Cangji was slightly noticeable. The fat body looked a little bloated on the ground, he gritted his teeth slightly, and a drop of cold sweat was dripping from the sideburns.

"Cang Qing! Do you have nothing to say about this?" The ancestor Penglai narrowed his eyes and became narrow and narrow. He glanced sideways at Cang Qing, who was standing with his hands, no longer in his words. Peace of time...

"Uncle Master, the death of Cang Hai, as the master of the sect, I am also very heartbroken. He walked out of our Canglang Sect. He is the most promising talent of the young generation of our Canglang Sect... but people cannot come back from death. I hope Master Uncle will be sad!"

Cang Qing bends down again, his posture is extremely low, but his words show his arrogance. Your disciple is dead, and I am very sad, but we are dead, and we need to be held accountable for irrelevance. The backbone of the school? !

"Presumptuous!!! Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?!" For the first time, the expression of the ancestor of Penglai became a little hideous. The wrinkles on his cheeks and forehead were like wounds cut by a knife embedded in him. On Zhang's angry face, the eyes that seemed to be unfathomable, stared straight at the speaking Cang Qing.

"My ancestor, please sorrow!!!" The dozen or so elders who were kneeling on the ground still bowed their heads, but they shouted in unison at the same time, the voice was ear-piercing, thick and firm.

The ancestor Penglai suddenly swept across the crowd. At that moment, the scarlet blood flashed in his pupils like wild beasts. Unexpectedly, his slightly hideous expression gradually disappeared, and he returned to the childlike face with a crane of hair, calm and calm. appearance....

"Hahaha!, good! I really deserve to be a disciple of my Canglangmen, such a concerted scene is really rare, at least in my time, there is no such harmony as you!"

Penglai carried his hands behind his back and laughed three times in the face of the crowd with appreciative joy, "Cangqing, today I just left the customs and no one sees the guests. I will see the guests at the oath meeting tomorrow. You can get up quickly. The elders, what kind of style do you kneel into?"

Patriarch Penglai said a few words, then set up the ghostly cloud again, stepped on it alone, but disappeared into the sky in a few blinks of an eye.

After a long time, Cang Qing's bent waist suddenly straightened, his hands folded, his serious face frowned, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by firmness.

This situation is the worst situation he expected... the two sides confronted each other, and the atmosphere dropped to a freezing point, as if one of them must confess their mistake and even apologize for the next moment!

Ugh! Cang Qing shook his head slightly. If the confrontation just now had to be subdivided, then they could barely be considered a victory, right?

It sounds like it’s extremely exciting and irritating, but the superior is the superior after all. As long as he sits in that seat for a day and has that identity, there will be no inferior people who dare to provoke his majesty and bottom line. Good end! This is the instinct of the superior!

"Get up all! Patriarchs are gone..." Cang Qing turned around, looked at the group of elders whose faces were not very beautiful, and smiled reluctantly.

After all, they are all for the sect. How can elders and inner disciples lose their lives because of someone's selfish desires? !