Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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But, none of what he said was wrong.

According to his cultivation base, it is more than enough to guide these disciples. As long as he is wrong, the disciple must be wrong.

As a result, the disciples who practiced swords suffered an indiscriminate disaster, and received more urgent man-to-man tactics from the master swordsman.

While resenting Xie Zhuo's appearance in their hearts, the little carrot heads cast their resentful eyes on the elder brother who was helping Xie Zhuo in front of Xie Zhuo.

Their once calm senior brother, their once godlike senior senior brother, instead of coming out to stop them when they saw them being played with, handed a cup of tea to Uncle Xie Zhuo.

All the disciples: "..."

The world was changing so fast that they couldn't see it clearly.

Has their formerly impartial senior brother finally fell on Master Uncle Xie Zhuo, the bullshit king?

After the morning practice, the disciples who had been attacked by the noise all morning put away their swords in a hurry and ran down the mountain quickly.

From the moment Wuzong Mountain appeared until now, the entire Jianjian Peak has never been so quiet.

Divine consciousness swept across the head here: "..."

He appeared helplessly, and looked at Xie Zhuo with a dark face: "What are you doing?"

Xie Zhuo innocently took a sip of the tea with plenty of spiritual energy, and said with a smile: "Guiding disciples, isn't this what I, an uncle, should do?"

After all, he still looked like he had made the most of the contribution: "You don't need to thank me, senior brother, I have a thin skin."

Head of Jishan: "..."

Xie Zhuo has a thin skin?

He saw that the peaks in Kunlun were not as thick-skinned as Xie Zhuo, but this guy is usually sloppy, and reprimanding him would have no effect on him.

Sect Master Ji Shan thought about this, and couldn't help turning his expectant eyes to his apprentice, and said earnestly: "You can't do this."

You can't help the tyrant to do evil, and make this little brat even more lawless.

Du Guanjing's fruit-peeling hand paused, and the next moment, his slender hands steadily divided the spirit fruit into equal-sized pieces, put them on a plate, and handed them to Xie Zhuo: "En."

Head of Jishan: "..."

You traitor, are you listening to what your master is saying?

For the first time, he began to feel angry with this apprentice who was close to Mo Zhehei.

But helpless, this apprentice used to be good if he didn't do it, but now he is united with Xie Zhuo, he looks thicker than him, under his glaring gaze, he doesn't even lift his eyelids.

Head of Jishan: "..."

Tired, destroy it.

He gave the two of them a cold look, and shook his sleeves: "Let me see you two appearing here again, and I will break your legs!"

Xie Zhuo: "Tsk."

"Senior brother, don't you be ignorant of a good heart. If it weren't for my good mood, how could these disciples get guidance during the distraction period?"

Behind him, Du Guanjing also looked deeply convinced.

Although Master Uncle has a bit of a bad mouth, but his knowledge is solid. If he had such a powerful hand to watch him practice swords when his cultivation base was low, he would be very happy.

The head of Jishan laughed angrily: "Nonsense!"

This little bastard also has the nerve to say it!

The disciples have mastered their sword practice, but what about his Dao Xin?

Under his poisonous mouth, it must have been shattered to pieces long ago!

Du Guanjing: "..."

Seeing the master's worry, he couldn't help but said coldly: "If you don't have a strong heart, what kind of immortal are you still cultivating?"

"Fuck off!" The head of Jishan didn't bother to explain to him, and chased people away like flies.