However, the difficulty of this matter was obviously far beyond her imagination. No matter what she tried, how to go all out, there was no movement of the spirit brand in the soul fixing plate.

Meanwhile, in the mountains to the south of Longyin mountain, a middle-aged man is kneeling down under a cliff like a knife and axe. He qiantai, who stealthily wipes his forehead with the back of his hand from time to time, is beaten by Gu Fenghua and runs back to chenhuozong like a bereaved dog.

"Here you are." I don't know how long I knelt, but an old voice reverberated in the air.

"I'd like to see my uncle. What's the order of my uncle?" He qiantai's body fell lower and his expression was even more uneasy.

"How are you doing with what I asked you to do?" The old voice said majestically.

"If the disciples don't do things well, please punish them." What he qiantai was most afraid of was that his voice trembled slightly when he asked something.

"What?" The old voice suddenly sank.

"Shishuzu, that Qingyang sect has great strength. He not only refused to give up Longyin Valley, but also seriously injured his disciples. They are incompetent. Please punish them." He qiantai raised his head and showed his bruised pen, two panda eyes and a crooked nose.

As a matter of fact, Gu Fenghua and Bai pangzi are very tactful. They usually don't easily hurt people's lives or destroy their accomplishments. So although he was tortured to death by several people, his injury is not serious. As long as he takes the healing pill, the scar on his face will be better. However, he was afraid that the elder would scold him for his incompetence, so he kept the wound until now.

"Didn't you say that there were only dozens of disciples at the beginning of the construction of Qingyang sect, and that the master's accomplishments were not as good as those of the heavenly saints? You can't do such a little thing?" The old voice yelled angrily.

"It's the carelessness of the disciples. The number of the disciples of Qingyang sect is small, and the cultivation of the master is not high. However, there are several young people whose cultivation is not weak. The disciples were careless for a moment and suffered a great loss in their hands." He qiantai said with a frightened face.

"Young man? Thanks to your training for so many years, you can't even deal with a few young people, waste! " Hearing he qiantai's explanation, the old voice became more angry.

"Yes, my disciples are incompetent. I'm entrusted by my uncle, and I'll ask him to punish me." He qiantai was so scared that he could not argue. He nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Well, I'd better go by myself. I, Ge Dongyang, want to see how capable a new sect, or some young disciples, is. How dare I not pay attention to Chen huozong." The old voice just fell, and then heard a loud bang from the hillside of the cliff, and an old man in Ge Yi Ma shoes flew out.

"Lao Zu is out of the pass, Lao Zu is out of the pass!" In the mountains, there was a cheer, and thousands of Chen huozong disciples fell to the ground, and some even burst into tears.

"No gifts." The old man, who called himself Ge Dongyang, stood up in the air. First he waved his hand and then he floated down. How can he say that he looked like an X.

"I'd like to see you." After he qiantai stepped forward a few steps, he bowed to the ground again. Dozens of core disciples who were responsible for guarding the closed area also came and saluted the old man respectfully. The young disciples who followed he qiantai to qingyangzong were also among them.

"Others stay at zongmen, you follow me to Qingyang Zong." Ge Dongyang didn't say much. With a wave of his big sleeve, he took the lead in going out.