Old Ling's face was very wonderful, and he was degraded to the point of being completely exhausted, and he was about to appear yellow in the face.
God, please don't leave any face at all, and continued, "In the past, I didn't know the specific location of Fu'er being imprisoned, so I can't help myself. I'll endure you three points! Today, if you dare to be arrogant in front of me, you're looking for death! Old Man Ling, Old Man Ling, although his strength is poor, he is quite brave!"
These words made Mr. Ling speechless, and Bai Ye wanted to applaud his grandfather in public.
No wonder Mr. Ling always acts like he hates and fears to his grandfather. It is probably because of his envy, jealousy and hate, and he dare not provoke him!
Old Master Tian’s Yu Guang aimed at Qin Linglu, who was stumbled behind Old Master Ling, and was angry but not afraid to speak, and his face was twisted.
"And you, a coward grandson! As expected, you are as sensible as your grandfather. You are used to showing off your power in the temple. When you meet a real master, you will not only be unable to even watch out for the beast fire, but you will be subdued by others as soon as you make a move. You are still embarrassed to cry and make trouble?! A man who loses and doesn't know how to reflect on himself, but instead uses his power to suppress others, which is completely disgraceful of the temple's face!"
Qin Linglu's face changed and his pork liver-colored sausage mouth was pouting disgustingly, as if pus would flow at any time.
"The Holy Spirit shines, today's central tower is so lively."
Just when we were embarrassed, a familiar voice sounded from outside the door.
The atmosphere, which was originally tense due to the pressure on Mr. Tian, suddenly relaxed under the influence of this warm sound.
Old Ling immediately noticed that the feeling of oppression on Old Tian's body disappeared instantly, and quickly looked at the door with a happy expression.
He was still wearing a pretentious white robe. The Holy Spirit Young Master appeared in front of everyone again with a gentle and handsome face.
Old Ling jumped and said anxiously: "The Holy Son is here just right. Please be sure to uphold the Holy Order and preside over justice for the Spirit Hall!"
He smiled and glanced at the disciples of the Spirit Hall who were wailing in a low voice on the ground, and then turned to the Spirit Old Man quietly.
"Administering justice? This kind of thing is within my jurisdiction. Mr. Ling brings people to make trouble in advance. Could it be that he wants to do it for him?"
"I dare not, I dare not, where is the Holy Son's words!"
The four envoys can only perform auxiliary duties, and the temple must be jointly controlled by the Son and the Saint.
When Mr. Ling heard that his grandson was bullied in public, he immediately came to take him out in a hurry, but did not report to the Holy Son. If he really pursued it, his behavior was indeed inappropriate.
At this time, many thoughts had already arose in his mind.
If both sides attack, with his current strength, even Bai Ye, the little girl, can't handle it, let alone His Highness Xuan King behind her.
Looking at the appearance of God, it seemed that he had really tried his best to break up with him.
At present, he must not lose the support of the Holy Son again!
Thinking of this, he was not as disdainful as before to the Holy Spirit Master, and he became extremely humble.
"Saint Son Rong Bing, Yun Zhongxian, left the Forbidden Island privately and rushed straight to the main hall. His helper injured my grandson Qin Linglu and the disciples of the Spirit Hall on the ground, robbed the beast fire of the Spirit Land in public. In order to maintain the majesty and image of the Temple, his subordinates were anxious and had no time to report it. They came first. They originally planned to detain the murderer and report it to the Holy Son."
"Oh...so that's it."
The kind-hearted eyes of the Holy Spirit turned to Bai Ye first, deliberately narrowed at her, and then swept towards the two old men guarding the side.