"Master Protector!" Luo Haohan, who was still arrogant just now, suddenly became a third grandson. He subconsciously wanted to step forward and kneel down and lick him. He suddenly remembered the current situation. Luo Haohan decisively pointed at Ding Xianglan and burst into tears and accused him: "Master Protector! She slandered me! She also scratched my face! She also instructed her daughter to attack me!"

"You are the one who molested me first!" Ding Xianglan hugged her daughter and knelt in front of Zhu Qingshan: "Master Protector! A large group of children beat my daughter. I wanted to protect my daughter and was stopped by him. He also touched me..."

As he said that, Ding Xianglan showed Wan'er's green and purple face to Zhu Qingshan: "This is all for the children to beat him!"

"Isn't it normal for children to fight? If children don't fight, can they still call children?

"But there are children's own ways to solve the fight between them. What's the matter if you, an adult, get involved?

"Besides," Luo Haohan retorted with confidence: "Who asked you to enter the martial arts field? I stopped you and acted according to the rules!

"You are no longer an outer disciple, so you can't enter the outer martial arts field again! You said I touched you-

“Who saw it?

"No one sees it, there is no evidence! It's just slander! It's slander and beat the teacher. What crime should you be guilty of?"

Luo Haohan felt that he had won, and the protection of officials was not just a joke. Who didn’t use anyone?

It’s normal to exchange power!

Zhu Qingshan stared at Ding Xianglan and her daughter who were crying with a blue face. No one saw the heartache hidden in his eyes.

If father and daughter can recognize each other, Zhu Qingshan will definitely hit Luo Haohan's human head out of the dog's head, but it cannot...

But if he followed the rules of the sect, Luo Haohan's words were all right, and he could not deal with Luo Haohan at all. He would have to deal with Ding Xianglan and Wan'er... Zhu Qingshan was so worried about the scene!

"Master Protector! You have to make the decision for me!" Luo Haohan shouted proudly. At this moment, the handsome young man who appeared with Zhu Qingshan walked towards him and raised a high slap.

"boom--"

A huge flame like a city gate pressed towards Luo Haohan like Mount Tai! It was majestic and thunderous!

The flames broke into thousands of sparks and flew all over the sky, leaving only a three-foot-deep charred handprint on the ground!

And in the middle of this charred handprint that is 5 feet long and wide, there is a large charred hole in the shape of a human...

"Hiss..." Everyone present couldn't help but take a breath: It's so bloody! It's so violent!

Even the mother and daughter of Ding Xianglan, who were kneeling next to her, were frightened. The edge of the charred handprint was only one foot away from the mother and daughter!

Ding Xianglan covered her daughter's eyes and subconsciously stretched her neck to look into the charred hole in the human form.

I saw that the charred hole was so dark that it was so deep that it was still rising out of the burning heat!

With a "huh", a charred figure jumped out like a monkey jumping out of the alchemy furnace!

The burnt black shadow had only two big eyes all over his body, and his teeth were white when he opened his mouth and spoke.

He pointed at Bei Long and complained to Zhu Qingshan with trembling fear: "Master Protector! He beat me!"

Zhu Qingshan ignored him, but instead bowed respectfully to Bei Long: "Uncle Grand Master, please calm down!"

Luo Haohan and his friends were shocked: "Tao, Grand Master Uncle? He, he, is he the Grand Master Uncle?"

"Bastard!" Zhu Qingshan glared at him viciously: "My name is Uncle Grand Master, you have to call him... Master!"

"Ancestor?" Luo Haohan's heart roared by ten thousand grass mud horses. Since martial arts powerhouses are relatively long-lived, it is like the eight sword master Lu Liangyu, the Chaoyang Sword Sect master, is already 320 years old, but the youngest sword preparation disciple is only five years old, and there are many generations different between them. Therefore, Lu Liangyu's generation doesn't know what to call him, so he can only call Lu Liangyu, Zang Tianlan, Bai Jianfei and others a total of the ancestors!

Zhu Qingshan said that he had to call Bei Long the ancestor, wouldn’t he mean that Bei Long and Lu Liangyu are of the same generation?

Nothing wrong, Zhu Qingshan also called Lu Liangyu the Grand Master...

So, this fight was in vain! Luo Haohan wanted to cry without tears. The Sword Immortal Sect is different from other sects. Generation is seniority, position is position, strength is strength. Those with strength must be managed by those with positions, and those with strength must respect those with positions. Since Bei Long is the same senior as Lu Liangyu, let alone slap him, even if he slaps Zhu Qingshan, Zhu Qingshan must stand at attention!

For example, some sects speak with big fists, even if the younger generations can step on the heads of seniors with strength, so that the disciples can always maintain a sense of crisis and must practice hard in order not to be stepped on by others. Although this is indeed a good way to improve the competitiveness of the sect, it makes the sect have no humanity, and gradually becomes malicious competition, and may even do things that the same sects will be ill-fated.

I don’t know when a founder appeared in the Sword Immortal Sect, but Zhu Qingshan would definitely not lie in public.

Luo Haohan could only honestly kneel down in front of Beilong: "Disciple Luo Haohan, pay homage to the ancestor!"

Beilong looked down at him coldly: "I will beat you, are you convinced?"

"I'm convinced!" Luo Haohan honestly admitted with tears in his eyes: "The ancestor punished his disciples, and the disciples were convinced!"

All those who are younger in the Sword Immortal Sect know that you must not talk back to your elders, otherwise the rules of the sect will teach you how to be a human being!

Luo Haohan's decision to admit defeat is a normal operation. If he admits, he will at least not be beaten. It is not too late to look for a place when he has the ability.

"boom!"

A huge flame palm like a city gate once again suppressed Luo Haohan like a mountain pressing down on it...

Beilong snorted coldly: "I don't believe it!"

"Hiss..." Everyone couldn't help but take a breath: I haven't seen such an unreasonable ancestor in a long time!

The violent tremor of the earth made Ding Xianglan's heart tremble. She didn't even notice that her hand covering her daughter was open some at some point. Wan'er's black eyes were peeking out through her fingers...

Mom... Luo Haohan really didn't want to come out when he was lying in the pit, but the discussion outside made him unable to hold on.

"Can Teacher Luo be a turtle shrunk?"

"Impossible! Teaching Luo is not that kind of person! I think he was probably slapped to death by the ancestor!"

"Ah? Then I have to follow the crowd..."

God is a good person! I'm not dead yet! Luo Haohan gritted his teeth and glared and jumped out again, knelt down in front of Bei Long, and gave up, "The ancestor punished his disciples for no reason, but he was dissatisfied!"

"boom!"

A huge flame like a city gate suppressed Luo Haohan at one time, just like Mount Tai pressing down on the top of the mountain...
Chapter completed!