Zhou Xian's pupils widened and looked at the face in disbelief. Then he turned to Le Sheng's eyes and there was murderous intent.

Jiang Ci and Li Xian stood up almost instantly. The former supported his shaking body. With a move, the blood sword forced to condense and rushed towards Le Sheng with hatred.

Li Xian was seriously injured and had to throw the giant in his hand out suddenly. His sword light was shining and he went to Le Sheng Killing with Jiang Ci.

The Le Sheng looked back and glanced slightly, and suddenly suppressed the two of them, causing them to fall to the ground and imprison them on the spot.

Mr. Wutong quickly reached out and pressed Zhou Xian, making him unable to move or speak, for fear that Zhou Xian would take action on the occasion of Le Sheng. At the same time, he looked at Chen Jiu with a shocked expression and thought something was wrong. He had already started to contact Jia Sheng, who was in the Middle Earth Academy with his heart.

This man in black robe was actually Chen Jiu who had been missing for nearly ten years and was beaten to this by the Le Sheng. In fact, the impact is too great, and Taoism cannot sit idly by, especially now that the grudges between the two sides have accumulated deeper and deeper, and the fresh horse is still fighting against the Li Sheng in the world. Both sides should not fight too much, just click to stop.

But when Xianma came back, he saw Chen Jiu being beaten like this. With the friendship between Xianma and the old sword god, coupled with the various grudges between Taoism and the academy, it was probably necessary to beat Le Sheng half to death.

And this is based on Chen Jiu's ability to resurrect. After being missing for so many years, no one knows whether Chen Jiu's resurrection's magical powers are useful or not.

If he really dies, I am afraid that Xianma will go to bury Chen Jiu.

This is no longer a level that Wutong lay Buddhist can involve. Master Jia Sheng can only come.

Zhou Xian was even more unable to participate. With the character of the Joseon, if Zhou Xian spoke rudely or even took action against the Joseon, then Zhou Xian would definitely be hated by the Joseon in the future, which would make Zhou Xian extremely difficult to walk on the saint's path.

Mr. Wutong lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhou Xian who was suppressed by him, for fear of seeing Zhou Xian's resentment at him.

But Mr. Wutong didn't know that Zhou Xian, who was imprisoned, was already heartbroken, and tears filled his eyes, unable to fall down, and could not take them back.

Jiang Ci was pressed by Tianyin and lay on the ground, gritting his teeth, pressing the ground tightly with his hands tightly, trying to support himself, and even scratching bloody marks on the ground.

Li Xian gasped heavily and staggered towards Chen Jiu with serious injuries. The distance was thousands of meters, but at this moment it was like a difference between heaven and earth, and it was nowhere far away.

Le Sheng looked at Chen Jiu's face, and was stunned at first, then turned gloomy, and his voice suddenly increased, saying to everyone present.

"I have never seen this person before. Maybe it was a spy from the demon clan from Tianguangzhou. He had to take him back to the academy for interrogation before he could know his origin and purpose."

Some monks present looked surprised and suspicious. They could see that this person was Chen Jiu, but the Music Saint in the Academy said they didn’t know him. I remembered that Chen Jiu had a honorary gentleman in the Academy, and the Music Saint said they didn’t know him.

How is that possible?!

The monks present were not stupid, and they also knew what the Le Sheng was thinking. They just wanted to reduce the responsibility so that they could deal with the subsequent Taoist crimes.

Although he thought of it, no one dared to say that the monks present were afraid of being remembered by the Saint of Music.

Mr. Wutong couldn't bear to see Chen Jiu Wushen's face, and he didn't dare to look at Zhou Xian. He had to lower his head and his whole body was trembling faintly.

He felt sorry for Chen Jiu.

So after a moment, Mr. Wutong slowly looked up and whispered to Le Sheng: "I seem to have seen this person, and I have some impressions. Why not give it to me, so I should be able to find out the origin later."

Le Sheng's face turned, looked at Wutong layman, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, unable to see his expression, and just asked, "Do you know?"

Mr. Wutong nodded with a sharp forehead and said, "Yes."

Le Sheng asked again: "Can you find out his identity?"

Mr. Wutong nodded hesitantly, "Yes..."

"Then what you mean is that I am not as good as you?" Le Sheng asked with a gloomy face.

Mr. Wutong quickly lowered his head and bowed, "Of course I don't mean that, just..."

"Enough." Le Sheng directly interrupted Wutong's layman's words, turned his gaze to Chen Jiu whom he was holding, and said in a cold tone.

"Let Jia Sheng come and talk to me."

The implication is that Wutong lay Buddhist is not qualified.

Mr. Wutong looked helpless, pursed his lips, and looked back inadvertently.

He saw the tears in Zhou Xian's pupils.

Mr. Wutong suddenly looked up, and a burst of breath rushed in his heart. He pointed at Chen Jiu and said to Le Sheng aloud: "This person is Chen Jiu!"

Le Sheng suddenly turned his head, looked at Mr. Wutong tightly, and almost gritted his teeth and asked, "What did you say?"

Wutong layman cheered up his momentum and shouted in one breath: "He is Chen Jiu, the honorary gentleman in my school, the little Taoist master, the disciple of the old sword god Yao Tianchang, Chen Jiu!"

Le Sheng raised Chen Jiu's hand and let him fall to the ground. His face turned calm. He clapped his hands casually and replied.

"So that's it, but he dares to attack me, and with the recognition of slandering the academy, it's okay for me to take action to punish him."

The monks looked at Chen Jiu who was no longer breathless and felt puzzled. Is this a minor punishment?

Le Sheng turned his head, despised everyone, and said again: "If anyone dares to openly slander the school in the future, then he will be the same as him."

Some monks present gritted their teeth, but they still dared not say much.

Wutong's layman looked sad. When did the saints in the school look like this? How could there be any truth written in the book?

The Le Sheng stood among the monks, as if he was above, leaving the mortal world.

Chen Jiu's arm, who fell to the ground, suddenly moved, and then Zhou Tian's martial arts shone brightly and gathered towards Chen Jiu.

All of them are pure martial arts, and they are all poured into Chen Jiu's body.

From the head to the sole of the foot.

The broken arm grew out, his pupils shining, and he stood up just by supporting himself.

Chen Jiu looked around first, paused on Jiang Ci, Li Xian and Zhou Xian for a moment, then looked at Le Sheng, and said very sarcastically and disdainfully.

"Your father is back!"

mad!

For some reason, the monks onlookers looked excited, and they felt that Chen Jiu was really crazy into their hearts, the more crazy the better!

Seeing Chen Jiu resurrected, Wutong lay Buddhist no longer suppressed Zhou Xian, and allowed Zhou Xian, who was full of tears, to rush out and hugged Chen Jiu.

The cultivators around were surprised, and Le Sheng's expression was slightly dark. He had long heard that Jia Sheng's little disciple had feelings for Chen Jiu. Now that this scene happened, he was not surprised. However, Zhou Xian was injured next time, so Jia Sheng could not blame him.

Chen Jiu patted Zhou Xian’s back and comforted him: “Okay, okay, it’s a fight.”

Zhou Xian hugged Chen Jiu tightly. She, who had always been self-reliant, sobbed quietly and complained to Chen Jiu: "You said you would come back."

"Aren't I back now?" Chen Jiu explained helplessly.

Zhou Xian didn't reply, but just continued to hold Chen Jiu and sobbed.

It was spring that year, and it was autumn this year.

She didn't expect to wait for so long.
Chapter completed!