What should I do if the salted fish cannon fodder mistakenly raised the villain as a cub?

Xu Xiao, as the grandson of the former sect leader, even the peak master should give him three points of courtesy in the sect.

As for Jinshui Village and his party, he experienced several near-death experiences and saw his own ability clearly, so he spontaneously resigned from the position in charge of Changzhu Peak as soon as he came back, and then joined the Law Enforcement Hall.

At first, Yamaha didn't realize that this person was Xu Xiao, so he hit a wall immediately.

However, even though her heart was full of anger, she didn't dare to be domineering in front of him, she could only laugh and compliment him in a deep voice: "So it's Venerable Xu, that's why I offended him so much."

After she finished speaking, she changed the subject again, and said with pursed lips, "However, just because your Law Enforcement Hall doesn't care, doesn't mean others can't."

She raised her hand, took the magical whip that fell on the ground, and whipped it vigorously, "I will personally clean up the door for the senior brother in charge today!"

Almost all the peak masters and elders present were gone, and no one could stop her for a while.

The silver whip threw a rounded arc in the air, full of strength, and there was a chill as it twisted.

She cleverly tried to hit Song Yanzhi with all her heart, her expression was serious and fierce, as if she wished she could beat Song Xianzhi to death directly on the stage.

The whip was as nimble as a snake in her hand, and she quickly circled around Shen Duo who was in front, and went straight to Song Xianzhi's face.

The pain on his back was gradually recovering, Song Lianzhi's face was pale, and he subconsciously made a movement to hide, but he accidentally touched the wound, and the pain was so exhausting that he was exhausted and bent down.

The whip seemed to hit his face in the next second, but Yun Ling grabbed his shoulder suddenly and switched the two of them.

The whip hit Yun Ling's shoulder, and a bloody spray exploded.

Yamaha didn't hold back any strength.

If it really hit Song Xianzhi in the face, it might take off several layers of his skin.

The blood froth floated very clearly under the sunlight, standing on the fine hairs of the human face, itching.

"Master? You..."

She already knew that he was not him, so why did she still protect her like this?

Yunling didn't answer his words, but turned his back to the shocked Yamaha, and said in a deep voice: "I said just now, it's okay to hit me, but it's not okay to bite me."

"Senior brother!" Yamaha was so angry that he choked, and the little girl said willfully, "Leave him alone, okay! He, he is a villain!"

"Aren't you going to clean up the house for senior brother?" Yunling sat upright, shedding all her spiritual power, ignoring her unreasonable troubles: "Come on..."

Yamaha's tears fell, and her whole body trembled like chaff.

There are many disciples under her seat in this audience, and it is the first time that their master has lost his composure. On the surface, everyone is shocked and silent, but in private, they are talking about it with the secret technique of sound transmission.

There have long been rumors about Yamaha and Yunling in the sect.

For example, it is also said that the two of them are childhood sweethearts, they have been connected for a long time, and they don't know when they will become Taoist couples.

But it is also said that Yun Xuezun is cold-blooded and desolate, obsessed with swordsmanship, rejects everyone for thousands of miles, has no one in mind, and it is Yamaha who waits infatuatedly, wishful thinking.

But judging from the current situation, these two rumors are clearly half-truths and half-false!

The two of them didn't understand each other, and Mr. Yunxian was not heartless or heartless...

"In my opinion, it's because Master Shanye couldn't love him, and seeing Lord Yunxian doting on his apprentice, he became jealous, so he targeted Song Xianzhi too much."

A careful female disciple retorted: "I don't think so. If it's just an ordinary master-student friendship, how could the Master of Mountain Leaf hate Song Xianzhi so much? I think..."

In the middle of her speech, she stopped her mouth resentfully, causing the rest of the disciples to scratch their hearts and livers curiously.

The female disciple thought for a long time, and then hesitated: "It's against Lunde to say this... I'd better not say it."

After a short noisy moment, all the disciples dispersed in a hurry, because there was a new situation on the jade platform at this moment.

Seeing that the peak master Ye's eyes were red, he flicked his whip again and cried, "Yunling, you forced me!"

However, the whip didn't fall smoothly, a gust of wind hit at high speed, spinning like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, and the divine whip was blown away.

One hand firmly caught the whip in mid-air.

Yamaha was unprepared, and her wrist was twisted by this strange force, and the pain made her look hideous.

At the same time, an old and majestic voice sounded above everyone's heads.

"Yamaha, enough trouble, let's go back."

His voice was flat, even lazy, and there was no accusation in his words, but he was still not angry.

Song Xianzhi raised his head and found that the person standing in the air at this moment turned out to be the person who taught at the main peak not long ago.

The old man was dressed in plain white and simple clothes, with white beard and hair, a majestic face, and lightly wrinkled brows, full of a frightening sense of oppression.

Yamaha's eyes flickered, and some fear appeared on his face, but he was quickly suppressed.

She took a step forward, clenched her sleeves tightly into fists, and pointed to Song Xianzhi who was kneeling on the ground: "Senior brother, Shanye is also thinking about the sake of the sect! Could it be that you really want to make this person bad?" Have you violated the sect's rules!"

Song Xianzhi heard the words and took another look at the old man.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be the head of the Qinghe Sect...

And the old man's robes were fluttering, like a fairy exiled from the heavenly palace, slowly falling down.

"I'm free to decide this matter, you go back for now."

As soon as the sect master landed on the ground, he stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at Shen Duo and Dandan, and then looked at Yunling and Song Xianzhi behind him, and stroked his beard with his hand.

"But... ah!"

Before Yamaha finished speaking, he suddenly fell to his knees.

The coercion exerted on her was so heavy that the naked eye could see, and the strength with which she knelt down even shattered the hard jade platform.

The dark red soon spread to the red clothes around her knees, she trembled in pain, and finally shut up, not daring to speak again.

After a while, the coercion that was dark yellow like water waves subsided.

The headmaster said without turning his head: "Go..."

It was only then that Yamaha received an amnesty, and after the ceremony, he quickly left in a spirited manner.

As soon as Yamaha left, the audience fell into a subtle silence.

The head of the sect was still looking at Song Xianzhi who was on the stage, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Song Xianzhi met his gaze and felt that he had been seen thoroughly, so he could only bite the bullet and freeze in place.

After a long time, the other party seemed to have finally lost interest in him, and turned to look at Yunling.

"Yun Ling, are you convicted?"

Yun Ling raised her head without hesitation.

"Yunling is guilty."

"Okay." The headmaster seemed to nod his head in relief, and said again: "The apprentice made a mistake, and the master can hardly escape the blame. If it is true, he should be punished."

Yun Ling leaned over indifferently, and bumped her forehead against the jade platform: "Please punish the brother in charge."

Song Xianzhi looked at the head of the sect in a panic, wanting to speak up to defend Yunling, but when he opened his mouth, he realized that he could no longer make any sound, and could no longer move his body.

No one can stop this powerful leader.

With a strong wind, the whip was thrown down mercilessly, and it hit Yunling's straight shoulders.

The silver whip was like flesh, filled with blood, but Yun Ling didn't make any sound from the beginning to the end, standing still like a cedar.

His back was full of burning pain, and his consciousness was also pulled into endless pain during this period.

Familiar scenes made him feel like he was there.

And in this painful and sour memory, it is full of the same person.

Therefore, sometimes pain may also be a kind of gift.

The whip fell again and again, touching the most secret thoughts deep in my heart again and again.Yunling lowered her head, and smiled contentedly in a place where no one could see.

It's nice... to see him again.

Although, in this form.