Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

Somewhere in Panmang Mountain, in a cave more than ten miles away from the venue of the Martial Arts Conference.

The elder of the Poison Demon Sect who studied Gu art suddenly opened his eyes, and Yang Tian let out a scream.

"what!"

Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of cloudy blood gushed out.

Sitting cross-legged on a rock in the cave, he swayed and fell to the ground suddenly.

He stood up slowly, his eyes were tearing apart, and he was panting violently.

The attendant disciple who heard the sound ran over to help him up quickly, and said with a worried look:

"Master, how are you... is it the insect gu that has turned back?"

"Do not……"

The elder said in an extremely weak voice.

Then he looked at his legs and left arm, thankful that they were still intact and had not been chopped off.

"So someone discovered your whereabouts at the Martial Arts Conference?"

The disciple continued to ask, took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a elixir and gave it to the master.

After the elder swallowed it, he hurriedly tried his luck, and it took a while to recover from his weakness.

He braced himself, and said in a hoarse and old voice:

"Wei Canglan's second disciple... is weird...she actually cut off both feet and left arm of the puppet that was being manipulated by the teacher..."

"How come...Master..."

The disciple's eyes were full of anger.

He knew well that his master's voodoo skills were already great, and he could operate more than a dozen puppets made of corpses from a distance of more than ten miles. His strength was tyrannical, and below the alchemy stage, it was rare to meet an opponent.

But the only disadvantage of the Gu technique is that if the puppet is injured, the master will suffer the same pain.

Although it will not cause direct harm to the master's body, the master will fully bear the pain caused by the damage to the puppet's limbs, without any difference.

Physical torture is nothing compared to mental damage.

No wonder Master is so weak and his mind is inevitably damaged.

The disciple's eyes were particularly distressed, and he said tentatively:

"Master, or the disciples will manipulate the puppets..."

"Ok?"

The elder narrowed his eyes and looked at him warily.

The young disciple immediately lowered his head and buried his face in the hood.

Master, he is afraid that I will use this to steal his Gu technique.

Alas, his old man still doesn't trust me.

Thinking about it, the black-robed disciple quickly changed the subject, and looked to the side of the cave, where there were two exceptionally strong puppets standing.

Those are the two young warriors of a certain tribe, who belong to the top existence among the puppets. This time, they were not put into the Martial Arts Competition, and they are going to be used as their trump cards in future actions.

The purpose is to take advantage of the chaos and deal the heaviest blow to the power of the orthodox sect, especially Wei Canglan.

This action is not purely aimed at the orthodox sect.

Instead, Fan Feiping, the lord of the poisonous demon, took the opportunity to give Wei Canglan and Cangxingmen a little flair.

They don't want to kill them on the spot, but they want to scare Wei Canglan and other righteous people.

Let them understand that if you offend the Demonic Dao Sect, there will never be peace!
"Master, how about putting Guda and Muji into the Martial Arts Competition?"

"..."

The elder said nothing, but turned his gaze to the strong man.

At this moment, they have all become corpses, and they are the best puppets in the Gu technique.

It was enough to give Wei Canglan a huge blow.

After watching for a long time, the elder spoke again:
"The sun is about to set, and we will release these two puppets tomorrow."

"Then master, your hatred today..."

The disciples were a little reconciled.

"Forget it, if you make a big deal, this little injury is nothing, hehe, tomorrow..."

As he spoke, he withdrew his gaze and looked at his disciple again:

"Tomorrow, the Muji puppet will be handed over to you to control."

"Master..."

Immediately, the disciple's eyes showed emotion and disbelief.

Master, it turned out that I believed in myself.

The elder continued:

"Tomorrow, you manipulate Muji to find a way to kill Wei Canglan's second disciple. As for him himself, leave it to the teacher."

"Yes!"

The disciple nodded and bowed, feeling extremely excited.

Great, Master entrusted me with the task of revenge.

This shows that he trusts me as a disciple very much.

However the reality is...

The elder was a little scared, and had some shadows about Tang Canxi in his heart.

There is something strange about that guy's physique.

Even though he was injured so badly, he seemed to be fine.

Tomorrow he will concentrate on dealing with Wei Canglan, he has no time to provoke other disciples, so he can only leave it to his own disciples.

Of course, as for his apprentice, whether he can beat Wei Canglan's disciple is another matter.

It's just a loss of a puppet, the worst thing is to find a man from a certain tribe to practice after returning home.

……

As the sun sets, the ancient vines and old trees faint.

The Martial Arts Conference is temporarily over.

After Wei Canglan and the disciples of Cangxingmen had dinner in the back hall, they returned to the attic where they temporarily lived.

But he didn't go back, but came to Chen Yu's room to review today's duel with Canxi.

First is Chen Yu, who is more reserved. She has smooth eyes, a little shy and expectant, like a good student waiting for the teacher's evaluation:
"Master, how did Yu'er perform at the meeting today?"

Ok……

Well this...

What should I say as a teacher?

Anyway, quite awesome.

Very handsome.

The special effects are full.

It's also fancy, and looks pretty powerful.

It feels good to be a teacher to clean up Lin Tianming.

Such an evaluation?

Can you say that?

This is not bullshit.

If this is the level of master, I might as well resign directly.

Embarrassed, Wei Canglan racked his brains in deep thought.

Chen Yu waited very seriously, not daring to get lost in the slightest.

After all, this is the first time she has shown her true self in front of Master.

After thinking for a long time, Wei Canglan finally thought of a word, nodded and muttered:

"Yu'er, your sword energy today is the sword you made on Xueyue Peak the day you became a master?"

shit.

A fool can see it.

I am the repeater.

Chen Yu nodded quickly and clenched her fists excitedly:

"Master, have you seen it?"

Immediately afterwards, she was even more embarrassed and a little annoyed:

"At that time, I kept recalling your sword that day, but the sword energy and ice that Yu'er actually struck were far from Master's."

"Even the size of the momentum is too weak..."

Very good, Yu'er.

As a teacher, it was a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

If you ask me to strike again now, it will definitely not have the same effect as at that time.

Wei Canglan nodded again, and said seriously:
"Yu'er, what I want to tell you as a teacher is, don't make everything your goal for the teacher."

"You should pursue your own way of the sword."

"Today's Frozen Sword Qi is full of momentum, but its power is slightly inferior, as if it has not completely let go of its hands and feet."

"My teacher speculates that this should be the reason why you have been recalling the sword of my teacher in your heart."

"Next time, or tomorrow, if you have a chance, you must devote yourself to immersing yourself in the way of swordsmanship."

"Master, can you explain clearly?"

Chen Yu nodded vigorously, showing a cheering smile:
"Yu'er knows."

Then, Wei Canglan turned his gaze to Tang Canxi.