After a while, Leng Qingwu was the first to speak, breaking the somewhat depressing atmosphere, and asked with a smile: "Miss Wanqing, Mr. Tang, I wonder how the two of you are recovering from your injuries?"
"With a few more days of cultivation, I should be able to recover."
Tang Wanqing responded slightly, then stood up, bowed slightly towards the eight people not far away, and saluted: "Disciple Tang Wanqing, I have met all the elders."
"Disciple Tang Mang, I have met all the elders."
Tang Mang followed closely behind and stood up to salute. His face was a little surprised, frightened, cautious, and even at a loss.
Of course, this is all disguise!
Now we are facing many elders from the inner sect of Qingyun Sect, masters of the Vientiane Realm. If we are as careless as we were when we faced Nangong Ming and Xiao Yukong a few days ago, we will undoubtedly be seeking death.
"Haha, you must be Tang Mang. This is the first time I have seen you. Yes, it is indeed good. No wonder Mr. Fu wants to accept you as a closed disciple!"
An old man with a thin body, white beard and hair, and a red face said with a smile, looking at Tang Mang with admiration in his eyes.
"I wonder what you call the elder?"
Tang Mang asked respectfully.
He could vaguely tell that this person probably did not belong to the Nangongtian faction, and was not hostile to him, but rather admired him.
"I'm Luo Shuibei, just call me Elder Luo." The old man twisted his beard and smiled.
As soon as he finished speaking, an old man with a horse face in the middle of the eight people looked at Tang Mang with half-squinted eyes. He did not mince words and said bluntly: "Tang Mang, I heard that you practiced the ancient Buddhist Pure Heart Mantra. I wonder if you can contribute your practice methods.
?If you are willing to donate, when you return to the sect, I think the sect master will definitely remember your great contribution."
Hearing this, Luo Shuibei frowned slightly and said with some dissatisfaction: "Elder Wei, I'm afraid this move is inappropriate."
"What's wrong?"
The horse-faced old man let out a cold snort, as if he didn't pay much attention to Luo Shuibei, and continued: "Everything I do is for the sect."
"Damn, if you are shameless, you are invincible. This old guy is so shameless!"
Tang Mang cursed in his heart and looked at the horse-faced old man with a calm expression.
He has gray hair on his temples and is about sixty years old. He wears a bright yellow robe and is extremely tall. On his horse face, he has a pair of slightly narrow eyes, which adds a bit of fierceness.
"This person is definitely from the Nangongtian faction."
Tang Mang was very sure in his heart, but very respectful on his face, and asked: "I wonder what you call the elder?"
"I'm Wei Zhong, you can just call me Elder Wei."
The horse-faced old man Wei Zhong raised his white eyebrows slightly, responded lightly, and then waved his hands and said: "Okay, I won't talk nonsense. This time we come to the City of Chaos and will stay here for a few days. In order to deal with the Jiuyou Sect, we need to
Use your ancient Buddhist Pure Heart Mantra."
"Humph, now I have to pay you even if you don't want to."
Not far behind Wei Zhong and others, Xiao Yukong raised the corners of his mouth slightly with a cold smile.
Beside him, Nangong Ming looked at Tang Mang, with no concealed murderous intent in his eyes.
At this moment, Tang Wanqing did not wait for Tang Mang's reply. She took a step forward and said sharply: "Elder Wei, Tang Mang learned the ancient Buddhist Pure Heart Mantra from outside. Even if he wanted to offer it to the sect, he had to return to the sect and offer it to the sect himself.
Lord, if you want Tang Mang to take it out now, it is a little unreasonable."
What cannot be explained is that Wei Zhong was clearly trying to outdo his subordinates and take advantage of others by force.
Next to him, Leng Wuqing and several elders from the Leng family were watching, not daring to say a word.
But in their hearts, a few people understood that Wei Zhong was clearly planning to seize the ancient Buddhist Pure Heart Curse.
"Sigh, I wonder if Tang Mang will choose to surrender or resist?"
Leng Wuqing sighed slightly in his heart.
He originally thought that Wei Zhong and others hurriedly came to Tang Wanqing and Tang Mang's residence to visit them. After all, both of them had been seriously injured in the past few days.
However, the truth is exactly the opposite. Wei Zhong and others came here to check on his injuries, and they clearly wanted to take a look at the ancient Buddhist Pure Heart Mantra.
Wei Zhong didn't know what Leng Wuqing was thinking. He glanced at Tang Wanqing calmly, then looked at Tang Mang again: "Tang Mang, what do you think? Should you give it now and let us deal with the Jiuyou Sect, or should you do it?
Donate it after returning to the clan."
The words were said in an understatement, but an imperceptible and extremely cold aura secretly oppressed Tang Mang.
Not only that, there were four inner sect elders from Qingyun Sect on the left and right of Wei Zhong. At this time, they also released a little momentum and locked onto Tang Mang.
For a time, the five masters of the Vientiane Realm secretly used their momentum to pressure each other, and their methods were quite covert. No one present was aware of it, and even Tang Wanqing, who was beside Tang Mang, did not notice it.
However, Tang Mang, as the person involved, had a feeling that as long as he did not bow his head at this moment, even if Wei Zhong and others did not make a violent attack in front of them, they would probably directly plunder and even kill him behind the scenes.
"I will bear in mind today's threats. In the future, when I succeed in my cultivation, I will definitely pay for it with blood."
Tang Mang was angry in his heart, but he forcibly restrained his emotions and said, "Elders, I am willing to offer you the ancient Buddhist Purifying Mantra."
"Tang Mang, you..." Tang Wanqing frowned.
"Sister Wanqing, there is no need to say more. As a member of the Qingyun Sect, I naturally have to think about the sect at all times. Not to mention the ancient Buddhist Qingxin Mantra, I will also contribute even the legendary god-level secret skills."
Tang Mang's words were loud and righteous, as if he really had the sect's interests in mind.
When Wei Zhong heard this, his eyes narrowed into thin slits. He suddenly found that he couldn't see through the young boy in front of him.
However, Tang Mang was willing to offer the ancient Buddhist Pure Heart Pure Mantra. He nodded with satisfaction and said with appreciation: "You are worthy of being the number one person in our Qingyun Sect outer sect. Yes, you are willing to offer the ancient Buddhist Pure Heart Pure Mantra. I believe that you can return to the sect.
The sect master will definitely not treat you badly, and when the time comes, I am afraid that whatever reward you want, I will satisfy you one by one."
"Everything is for the sect, and the disciples don't need any rewards."
Tang Mang shook his head, invited Wei Zhong and others to sit down, and then took out a pen and paper from the storage ring. Without any hesitation, he took the pen and started writing on the paper one stroke at a time.
At this moment, everyone present was looking at the white paper in front of Tang Mang. As Tang Mang kept swiping his pen, many winding and ghostly symbols appeared on the paper.
It was indeed a ghostly drawing, and no one present could understand it.
Wei Zhong frowned slightly, but Tang Mang hadn't finished writing yet, so he didn't interrupt.
But Nangong Ming behind him couldn't help it anymore and said angrily: "Tang Mang, all the elders are here, please don't be so mysterious and write something that no one can understand."
Tang Mang raised his head and glanced at Nangong Ming, then looked at Wei Zhong, and said: "Elder Wei, you have a high level of cultivation and have seen many people. You should be able to tell that these are Sanskrit texts from ancient Buddhism, right?"