Immortal world space-time shuttle system

Chapter 102 Bully
Xiang Hong frowned. Mu Qianyue didn't say which peak disciple she was at the beginning. He said, "I don't know which peak disciple she is, but I know her name."

"Nonsense!" The disciple slapped the table, and Xiang Hong was startled.

The disciple lifted his hand from the table, looked at Xiang Hong and said aggressively, "Do you think I can memorize all the more than 4 disciples of the Sun Moon Sect? Look through the roster, help you find this name?"

Xiang Hong frowned, and tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart. This disciple, who had learned how to bully others, spoke some reasonable words in a very harsh tone, which was unacceptable and impossible to refute.

Now that he has something to ask for, Xiang Hong can only suppress his anger and try his best to calmly say: "My friend's name is a bit special, it's called Mu Qianyue."

"What are thousands of months and months, I..." The disciple froze for a moment in the middle of speaking, and looked Xiang Hong up and down again. Xiang Hong found that the flesh on his face began to throb unconsciously.

"You... Could it be Xiang Hong, Xiang Shaoxia?" The man's voice trembled, and there seemed to be a hint of crying.

Xiang Hong nodded: "That's right, it's me."

The disciple on the opposite side suddenly stood up and knocked the table in front of him to the ground with a crash. Fortunately, Xiang Hong reacted quickly and stretched out a hand suddenly to support the table on the spot.

"It turns out that a distinguished guest has arrived, and a villain has eyes that don't recognize Mount Tai!" The distance between the two was only one meter. The disciple trotted towards Xiang Hong for two steps, and said respectfully, "You Sit here for a while, and I will report to Zhang Zuo Yue immediately!"

Then the disciple ran towards the back hall in a hurry, Xiang Hong looked at his back, and couldn't help being a little puzzled, could it be that Mu Qianyue had already greeted the people here?

But who is that Yue Zhangzuo?

The deacon disciple ran into the back hall to report, and Xiang Hong stood there waiting, just as he was looking around boredly, suddenly there was a noise from the side.

Xiang Hong turned his head, and happened to see a figure flying out of the hall, and fell on his back on the square outside.

Xiang Hong frowned slightly, the person who fell out was none other than the country boy Qiang Gen standing in front of him just now.

Immediately afterwards, a disciple of the Sun Moon Sect walked from the inside to the door, and said as he walked, "Do you know where this is? The Palace of Foreign Affairs of the Sun Moon Sect is the place where you eat cakes! The cake crumbs are all over the floor." It's all, who will clean it for you?"

Qianggen got up from the ground, with a look of shame on his face, stuffed the remaining half of the cake back into his arms, and walked towards the door again.

"How dare you come in!"

The disciple's complexion changed, he stretched out his hand and pushed Qianggen to the ground again when he stopped at the door, and then said in a stern voice: "You ignorant people, don't make trouble here, get out!"

Xiang Hong frowned when he heard the words of this Sun Moon Sect disciple nearby. These Sun Moon Sect disciples had their eyes raised above their heads, and they were too vitriolic!

Qianggen got up from the ground again, still stubbornly walking towards the door.

The expression of the disciple at the door changed, and he stretched out his hand to push this ignorant guy out.

This time he poured spiritual power into his arm, the power was far greater than before, and he planned to make the black boy in front of him suffer a little.

He raised his arm and was about to stretch it forward when suddenly a hand stretched out from the side and firmly grasped his wrist, holding him in place like iron clamps, unable to move any more.

The disciple was startled, turned his head to look, and it was Xiang Hong who caught him.

Xiang Hong looked at him with a cold face and said, "You didn't say in advance that you can't eat in the hall. Now that he has put away the cakes, why don't you let him in?"

That disciple froze in place immediately, not because he was afraid of the person in front of him, but because it had been a long, long time since no one dared to make trouble in the Sun Moon Sect Foreign Affairs Hall!
Is this man out of his mind?Didn't know that this is the front hall of the ancient Sun Moon Sect of the Central Plains?

Xiang Hong's face was gloomy. He had been tossed all day today, and his heart was already filled with anger. At this moment, he looked at the Sun Moon Sect disciple in front of him, waiting for him to give him a reason to do something.

"Dare to make trouble here, court death!" The disciple's expression changed, and he reached out to pull out the saber at his waist.

Xiang Hong snorted softly, and with a movement of his hand, he lifted the monk up on the spot, making him draw a curve in the air like Qiang Gen before, and fell out of the palace gate in embarrassment.

The disciple was caught off guard and rolled twice on the ground, then stood up, pulled out his sword with a clang, and shouted: "You are courting death!"

Immediately, more than ten disciples of the Sun Moon Sect surrounded him, and the ordinary people in the distance looked sideways, their faces full of shock.

After all, the Sun Moon Sect is well-known in the Central Plains, and there are many powerful monks, so someone dares to make trouble here in the front hall!
Xiang Hong laughed lightly, and said casually: "You said you couldn't bring food into the hall, but you brought half a pancake with you. I'm just helping you maintain the rules."

The disciple was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his chest, and realized that at some point, someone had stuffed half a big pancake in his chest, and a large portion was still exposed at this moment.

"Hey, isn't this my cake?" Brother Qiang scratched his head and said inexplicably.

This big cake is exactly the half that Qiang Gen gave to Xiang Hong before, when Xiang Hong threw the disciple out just now, he stuffed it into his arms.

"Bastard, dare to play tricks on me!" The disciple took out a big cake and threw it on the ground, his face was full of shame and anger, and he rushed forward to fight Xiang Hong.

"what's up?"

Suddenly a voice sounded from behind, the tone was not high, but it shook the hearts of everyone present, and even made their minds dizzy.

Xiang Hong was startled, and turned his head to look back.

I saw a middle-aged scribe walking from the direction of the back hall, wearing a light golden robe, with a simple and simple sword hanging from his waist, Xiang Hong recognized at a glance that it was Mu Qianyue's master!
The disciple who was arguing with Xiang Hong suddenly changed his expression when he saw the person coming.

He ran a few steps forward, bowed respectfully and said: "Disciple, please refer to Yuezhangzuo, this person is openly making trouble here in the front hall, and I am arguing with him."

The middle-aged scribe swept his eyes across the crowd, paused for a moment on Xiang Hong, and then looked at the disciple and said, "It's just a few trivial matters. It's not proper for you to be so noisy here. Go back and do your own business."

The disciple was stunned for a moment, his expression changed, and he said, "But..."

"Okay!" Yue Zhangzuo waved his hand impatiently, and then said: "This person is my guest, what else do you want to say?"

When the disciple heard this, his expression changed drastically, he didn't expect that the prickly head in front of him was a guest of Head Yue!
Immediately, he didn't dare to say a word anymore, and ran back in despair.

"Wait a minute!" Xiang Hong stopped him suddenly, and the disciple was shocked, thinking that Xiang Hong was going to settle accounts with him.

Xiang Hong pointed to Qiang Gen who was standing outside the door, and said, "He hasn't completed the spiritual test yet."

"Yes, yes!" The disciple hurriedly agreed, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and went into the hall with a strong root to test his spirit.

(End of this chapter)