Zheng Ming had not heard these rumors yet. At this time, he was standing in the Sutra Pavilion that was a hundred feet in a radius.

"Five Elements Fist", "Reincarnation Hand", "Infinite Canghai Art", "Breaking the Wind Sword Technique", "Cutting the Xuanxin Art"...

The list of martial arts shows Zheng Ming, the sect leader, the foundation of the Wanxiang Sect, but these foundations look really good, but the empty airs that indicate that they seem to be ridiculing Zheng Ming.

No, no martial arts.

No, it should be a martial arts of the fifth grade or above, and there is not a single piece. This Sutra Library has actually become an empty warehouse.

Zheng Ming's brows were very fierce. What was he going to this Sutra Pavilion? Isn't it that he could find martial arts that match the thirteen magical talismans in his body to solve the problems in his body?

No, his grandmother didn’t! It’s really annoying!

"Where are those martial arts books?" Zheng Ming looked at him, the old man with a red nose and a sleepy look.

The old man's cultivation level is only third grade. Although he has the style of a peerless master, he does not have the strength of any peerless master.

Standing next to Zheng Ming with a little crampedness, the old man's red nose began to sweat. I don't know if it was because of drinking too much, so he was sweating very hard.

"Sect Master, when I took over, there were only so many classics!"

The old man with red nose caught his eye and said, "You sect leader, you can't be wronged. I really didn't get any benefits!"

"There are so many when you took over, so you always have to tell me, what about the Four Ninths of the World? The Three Swords of the Liyang, and the Wanxiang Star Swords that have the most inherited in the sect? These classics should be in the Sutra Pavilion?"

Zheng Ming's tone naturally would not get better. He was so excited that he came over, as if he had found a beautiful woman. When he was happy, he found that the beauty was actually dressed as a man. How could it not be annoying?

"The four nerves of the Wanxiang are on the Wanxiang Peak, and the three swords of the Liyang are on the Litian Peak. As for the Wanxiang Star Sword you mentioned, it seems that it is also on the Wanxiang Peak..."

Although the old man didn't speak too quickly, there was something in his stomach. He answered all Zheng Ming's questions without any hesitation.

Seeing that Zheng Ming did not speak, the old man said softly: "Everyone is in a high position and has a high position, what can I do?"

"That...that kind of thing should be solved by the Sect Master." Speaking of this, the old man with red nose looked at Zheng Ming in fear, and then said loudly: "Sect Master, I'm a little anxious to pee, go to the cottage first."

While talking, the old man ran away.

If you reach the level of a master, let alone control excretion, even if you don’t eat or drink for half a month, it’s not a problem.

The old man with red nose clearly didn't want to stay by Zheng Ming's side, so he just evaded with urine.

This way of escaping is nothing surprising, but he can react to some problems by just leaving like this. Zheng Ming is not a person who likes to force people, but he is very unhappy.

"Come here!" Zheng Ming waved his hand and grabbed the old man directly in front of him. The old man with red nose covered his stomach in pain and looked at Zheng Ming with sorrow and said, "Sect Master, do you have to care about this kind of thing?"

"Wuuu, if you pull it here, it will be disrespectful to the entire Sutra Pavilion and our ancestors!"

Zheng Ming looked at the belly of the old man with red nose and smiled softly, "Believe it or not, as long as you dare to pull it out today, I will let you eat what you made directly."

When this sentence was said, Zheng Ming still had a faint smile on his face, but the old man with red nose twitched.

He was in the sect and wanted to die, so even if Zheng Ming was the sect leader, he was unwilling to pay more attention to it. And there were some things that the more he said, the more he was wrong.

But he did not expect that this sect leader who was said to be young and ignorant of the importance of the matter, and could even be said to be unable to continue to be the sect leader who was forced to palace for a few days, was so... such a hooligan.

Really, the old man with red nose doesn't like to use this kind of word to describe people, but now he shows that this is the only word that can describe Zheng Ming at this moment.

Hooligan, this is not a fake hooligan, it is a real hooligan. He actually said such disgusting words to himself. Woooo, it's so shameless.

Unfortunately, although he dared to think in his heart, he did not dare to say it. Although this sect leader was said to be arrogant and ignorant, he was the sect leader after all.

The Sect Master may not be able to deal with giants within Jiang Yuan, but it is absolutely certain to deal with yourself.

Even if he shouted for justice, no one would dare to seek justice for him. After all, he offended him, so he was the dignified sect leader.

"Well, my subordinate's belly is much better." The old man with red nose covered his stomach hard and said with a thick face.

This guy is still very aware of advancement and retreat. In fact, Zheng Ming just said that even if this old guy really did such a thing, he would at most throw this guy into the river and let him wash it by himself.

"There are one hundred peaks in all things, which peak are you from?" Zheng Ming looked at the old man and asked again.

The old man with red nose touched his nose and said with grievance: "The disciple was a little bad at that time, that... that one has not joined any lineage yet."

Speaking of this, the old man with red nose also became dim. He has been in Wanxiang Mountain for many years. If no one wanted him, how could he have been so far?

"Uh, no one wants you, it's so pitiful." Zheng Ming patted the old man with red nose on the shoulder and said, "From today, you will be our disciple of Changtian Peak, hahaha, that I will accept you as a registered disciple!"

The old man with red nose couldn't believe his ears. Really, someone actually wanted to accept him as his disciple.

Looking at Zheng Ming with a serious look on his face, the old man with red nose knew that this was not a dream, and someone finally wanted to accept him.

Woo woo, and it is the main sect of the Wanxiang Sect who accepts himself as his disciple!

When no one wanted it back then, the young red-nose old man had more than just a dream, dreaming that he was seen as a rare piece of uncensored jade by the sect leader, so he directly took it as a disciple, thus reaching the peak of his life.

Now, this dreamlike thing has finally come true, but he really can't be happy at all.

The sect leader is the sect leader, but this sect leader stole Jiang Yuan's sect leader and had already offended the Wanxiang lineage to death. In addition, he also said arrogantly that he wanted to accept Xiao Wuhui as a disciple and offended the Litian lineage.

I don’t know when the two major meridians will carry this sect leader down. Maybe they still have their lives to worry about their lives. If they become his disciple, their future will definitely be dark!

What's more, judging from the situation where this person accepts himself, he is to accept a cat and a dog. He really has no sincerity!

"Sect Master, I am old and weak, and I can't practice martial arts. That... I'll ask the Sect Master to leave this great grace to the young people. They... they need more opportunities!"

The old man with red nose looked at Zheng Ming with his most sincere smile. He hoped that Zheng Ming could see his sincerity in his smile.

Unfortunately, although his smile was extremely bright, Zheng Ming looked at his expression very cold. Just as he was about to say some familiar words of begging for mercy, he felt a sense of pressure on himself.

Under this pressure, the old man felt that his body was not bent, and then he knelt down in front of Zheng Ming.

"You, how do you ask your teacher to say you are good? It's right and wrong, that is, people like you!" Zheng Ming put his hands behind his back, and he was like teaching his younger generation a lesson. This made the old man with red nose feel like he wanted to hit the wall.

I have a right or wrong, and I have a right or wrong, and I have a right or wrong, and I really haven't thought about taking you as my teacher!

He wanted to open his mouth to object, but he found that his mouth could not be opened. He wanted to raise his head, but was pressed directly to the ground and knocked heavily.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

His head slammed on the ground and hit the ground hard, which made him feel very painful. When he raised his head, he felt a drop of sticky liquid that seemed to flow to his face.

Blood, I actually bleeding because of kowtow.

At this moment, the old man with red nose discovered that the sect leader he was facing was not a slander, but he knew that this was a very cruel guy.

He just told the truth and told him that he was unwilling to be his disciple, so he used this method to deal with himself.

It would be fine if he forced himself to kowtow, but he even made himself bleed. This guy was so vicious.

And I had no power of resistance in front of this guy. It seems that I will have more hard days in the future.

Zheng Ming, who was looking at the old man with red nose, suddenly realized that the yellow reputation in his heart increased by one, and the anger in his heart increased by another moment.

After a while, this old man with red nose was not afraid of himself, he... he was so damn he dared not be afraid of himself.

It's so hateful!

"A disciple, you are so sincere, really touching your master. Get up. Before you get up, tell the master what your name is?" Zheng Ming showed a bright smile on his face when he spoke, but this smile was so fearful and so...

"My disciple is named Fang Yunbai, and he has been in the sect for sixty years." The old man with red nose was under the eaves, so he bowed his head to the evil man Zheng Ming very honestly.

Fang Yunbai, with a common name, Zheng Ming nodded slightly, put away his power and said, "Wait a minute, I will announce your identity as my disciple to the entire sect. You must be proud, disciple."

"Thank you, Master." Although he almost broke his lung qi, he had been familiar with Zheng Ming's methods for many years and knew that if he dared not accept it, there would definitely be a greater casualty. Fang Yunbai, who was honestly speaking to Zheng Ming.

However, his resistance to Zheng Ming was weakened a lot at this time. He knew that once his identity as a disciple was announced, even if he did not want to follow Zheng Ming in the future, he would not be able to do so.
Chapter completed!