After taking Chu Yanshu's medicine, and having the blessing of ancestor Dachun, plus a master uncle Chuxue, there should be no problem.
Sang Luo looked at Shang Shixian,
"Elder brother, aren't you the acting sect master? Why are you here when you are free?"
Shang Shixian's face was expressionless,
"I want to participate in the Tianbang Battle, and I will give the position of acting sect leader to my uncle."
Sang Luo's apricot eyes widened,
"Did you pull my master out of Xuefeng Peak?"
Master has always liked purity, and he is afraid of society. He has been nesting on Xuefeng Peak for a thousand years, and he is not good at communicating with others. Senior Brother actually pulled him out.
Sang Luo could already think of the scene where his master was surrounded by the talkative Yu Ming and a group of elders.
Shang Shixu rubbed his brow,
"If Lu Huaizhi hadn't wanted to participate in the Xiaotian Ranking, I wouldn't have pulled my uncle out."
In the first half of the month, Xuanyuan Sect's combat power was only matched by Song Qingyun.
Pei Jingxing, on the other hand, was an alchemy cultivator and had little fighting ability. He participated in the battle on the alchemy master's side.
There is only one Song Qingyun on the Xiaotian list.
He couldn't stand it anymore, so he had no choice but to kick Lu Huaizhi over first and join him in the competition.
Who would have thought that as soon as Lu Huai stepped forward, Sang Luo appeared, and Song Qingyun blew him away with his rear kick.
It’s really a worry-free experience.
Shang Shixu, the acting patriarch, was mentally and physically exhausted.
For the 101st time, I am glad that I am not Su Changluo's disciple.
If he were allowed to be the leader of Xuanyuan Sect for a thousand years, he would go crazy.
Shang Shixu looked at Sang Luo's depressed expression and slightly raised his eyelids.
"Why, what are you struggling with? Are you blaming yourself for not protecting Song Qingyun?"
Sang Luo looked up at him and asked,
"Senior brother, how did Uncle Chuxue guide you when you first started?"
Shang Shixu was stunned when he heard this.
"When I first started?"
The young man fell into deep thought and recalled the time when he was first brought to Xuanyuan Sect.
When he was sixteen years old, when he was selling straw sandals on the street, he was picked up by a passing master and brought to Xuanyuan Sect.
At that time, Su Changluo and Su Changli had not yet accepted disciples.
He is the only direct descendant of Xuanyuan Sect.
Uncle Changli had never been interested in worldly affairs, but at that time, Su Changluo, as the head of the Xuanyuan Sect, was only focused on his career and making money.
Master was the only one to take him.
When he went up the mountain, he was sixteen years old and already considered a young man.
At that time, he had gone through family changes, lived among the people, and struggled to survive. He had no idea how much more sophisticated he was than Song Qingyun.
If the master didn't show up at that time, he would have wanted to return to Kyoto for revenge.
But he didn't expect the master to appear and take him directly to the Immortal Sect.
He resisted at first, after all, he still had his revenge.
But the master ignored his wishes and threw him into the Valley of the Dead without any spiritual power.
It took him three months to climb out of the Valley of the Dead and then open the Sea of Spirits.
Immediately afterwards, the master threw him into the sword cave again.
The Sword Cave at that time was different from the one today. There were many traps inside, and someone could die if they were not careful!
Then, he learned swordsmanship in the Sword Cave.
Later, his master guided him in sword practice and took him to practice.
They said they were taking him for training, but in fact, the master threw him directly into the tide of beasts, and then he leaned on a branch from a distance and drank.
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Sang Luo was speechless after hearing this.
"Elder brother, you are too strong!"
How could Master Chuxue lead his disciples like this?