Mozun's apprentice is wrong

The father and son had treacherous smiles on their faces, an attitude of a winner.

But Bai Jingxuan's next action made their faces freeze instantly.

He calmly dragged out a chair, raised the hem of his clothes and sat down gracefully, and raised his legs again.

He picked up a pair of chopsticks, tapped the tip of the chopsticks on the table, and said in a relaxed tone: "It seems that Sect Master Wen's kindness is hard to refrain from, so this venerable one is reluctant to give him face and try your chef's skills."

As he spoke, he picked out a random dish and looked at it for a while, took a sip carefully and nodded slightly after tasting it: "Not bad." Put down the chopsticks again: "It's just a bit bland."

There was a hint of disbelief on Wen Cheng's face, and he heard the son beside him whispering to him: "Father, this person is insidious and cunning, I'm afraid he was prepared, or... a bluff?"

He rolled his eyes, thought for a moment and then turned his heart away, and said: "This is the end of the matter, since Sect Master Bai doesn't know how to praise, don't blame me for being rude."

In the blink of an eye, the dagger turned into a flash of light and drove away.

As the blade of light approached, Bai Jingxuan said coldly, "Your son's life, don't you want it?"

A little golden light from the tip of the knife was reflected in his pupils. He didn't even blink his eyelids. Seeing the incredible expression on Wen Cheng's face, he sneered: "Do you think that the deity will be defenseless when he comes here?"

"You..." Thinking of what happened before, Wen Ziyu's expression changed suddenly, and he pointed at Bai Jingxuan and said, "What did you do?"

Wen Cheng's face was even more tense, and he instinctively protected his son behind him, "Bai Jingxuan, what kind of conspiracy are you up to!"

"That disciple just now, and your precious son, ask them if there is a dull pain at the Guanyuan point three inches below the navel?"

Wen Ziyu's face froze when he heard the words, he instinctively pressed his abdomen, and after a while, he took a breath, "You!" Then his eyes moved, as if thinking of something, "It's that medicine! What did you give me!"

At this time, Lin Yuyang's face revealed a sudden look, and the haze of nervousness was swept away. It turned out that this is the case, the master is really good at predicting things!

Bai Jingxuan smiled, completely ignoring Wen Ziyu's questioning, and only said to Wen Cheng: "Sect Master Wen, the treatment just now is just a method of suppression. Every month, they will relapse, and they will need to be cast again at that time. Rescue is not only a matter of dementia, but also life-threatening."

"You're despicable!" Wen Cheng was furious, and the fingers pointing at Bai Jingxuan also trembled slightly.

Lin Yuyang sneered, and said disdainfully: "Does the Huawei Sect have the right to accuse others? My master, Guangfeng Jiyue, rescued me regardless of previous suspicions, but in exchange for murder. I think you are one of the three sects. The Mingtian Sect It is a disgrace to be as famous as you!"

Being pointed and scolded by a junior, Wen Cheng was more than furious. He stretched out his hand and pinched it out of thin air, and Lin Yuyang immediately felt a powerful force clamp his throat, making him almost out of breath.

"Your master can't die, can't I still move you!" He gritted his teeth and his face was flushed with anger.

Bai Jingxuan's usually calm face finally revealed a trace of nervousness, and he said in a deep voice, "Sect Master Wen!"

Although this expression was only for a moment, it was captured by Wen Cheng. He smiled coldly: "Bai Jingxuan, as long as you save my son, I will let you, the only apprentice, go."

"Master...respect..." Lin Yuyang struggled to make a sound from between his teeth: "Don't...don't care about me."

His heart beat a few beats faster, Bai Jingxuan forced himself to put his expression on, and said calmly: "Please go ahead."

Wen Cheng's pupils trembled slightly, and the strength in his hands increased, "He is your closed disciple!"

"Yes, but it's just a disciple. I, Beiming Immortal Venerable, want to accept disciples, and my Tianqiong Peak will be filled with candidate disciples in no time. But..." He said, looking at the other party sharply, as if The cold wind blows, "Whoever threatens this deity will be rewarded a hundredfold."

Seeing a trace of fear in Wen Cheng's eyes, he raised a slight smile and continued: "You want him or your son's life, you choose!"

Although he knew that this was Master's strategy, Lin Yuyang's heart sank as if he had fallen into an ice cave when he heard the words "just a disciple".

At this moment, Wen Ziyu called out "Father" with a little hesitation, Wen Cheng turned his head and saw his son's begging gaze, and his palm was still pressing on the Guanyuan point on his abdomen.So he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh: "That's all!"

The strength in his throat loosened, and Lin Yuyang suddenly bowed and gasped for several breaths.When he straightened up again, he met Bai Jingxuan's gaze.

There was silent concern in those clear spring-like pupils, and he nodded in return.

For a moment, he seemed to see Master's expression change from nervous to relieved.

Master, it seems that you really care about him?

The heartbeat finally returned to normal with Wen Cheng's let go, Bai Jingxuan quietly wiped off the thin sweat oozing from his palm, and said seriously: "That's right."

He glanced at the halo on his wrist again, "Have you still not untied it?"

The spirit ring was removed, he stood up and shook the hem of his clothes freely, and then put the spirit grass into the ten thousand treasure chain.

Turning around and patting Lin Yuyang on the shoulder, he said softly, "Go."

The two raised their feet and stepped over the threshold, but they heard a gentle voice behind them: "How do you know that you will keep the promise in one month."

Without turning his head, Bai Jingxuan said: "This honorable one promises everything, how can he go back on what he says like you? And don't make any other crooked ideas. Beiming Xianzun would rather be broken than broken, I think you already understand."

As he spoke, he squeezed Lin Yuyang's arm beside him, and stepped out of the living room decisively.

All the disciples of Feiyu Hall outside the door looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all cast questioning glances at Wen Cheng, but seeing their suzerain gritted their teeth in hatred, they closed their eyes and waved their hands.They gave the order and watched the two master and apprentice walk away.

"Father..." Wen Ziyu said with a worried face: "Let him take this thing away, once the spirit veins are repaired, don't we have a chance to win the Xuanbingquan?"

Wen Cheng snorted coldly, "Whether he can use it or not is unknown."