"So it is." Fang Tianyou thought for a moment that he was going to be the leader of the clan. He didn't listen to the news about whipping the corpse. He seemed narrow-minded, and he was just as sure to report it. He stopped and tied his belt again.

"Thank you for saving my life. Thank you very much." Three Xuangang disciples came forward again to thank them.

"It's all my own. Don't be so polite." Fang Tianyou waved his hand and said.

"My own people?" Several Xuangang sect disciples looked puzzled.

"Don't you know?" Fang Tianyou was even more puzzled: did they not know who they were?

"What do you know?" Several Xuangang disciples were not only confused, but also at a loss.

"Pretty boy, tell them who I am." Fang Tianyou said to Bai Pang.

He can see that these people have never heard of their own name, and they don't know their identity. It's true. These Xuangang disciples have been traveling. They were summoned by the sect a few days ago, and then they hurried back. They still don't know the name of the new young patriarch.

"Can't you say it yourself?" The white fat man didn't say well.

"Don't you think there's something missing from what I said?" Fang Tianyou said holding his chin.

Well, less vanity. Self identity report is more powerful than others or subordinates. This is also the old disease of Fang Da Shaozhu. I remember it was like this in Xinghua temple before, and it was like this when Wuji holy heaven came. Of course, this is normal. When he came to Wuji holy heaven, he was beaten, dug and closed in a small dark room. Even after he was accepted as a disciple by Jiang Mingyuan, he was also locked in a small dark room all the year round and had little contact with the outside world. Therefore, some bad problems can not be corrected.

"This is Fang Tianyou, the new leader of Xuangang sect." Knowing Fang Tianyou's bad habit, Bai Pang is not easy to save his face in front of his disciples, so he has to play the role of dogleg for the time being and introduces him with white eyes.

"What, you are the little Lord?" Several Xuangang sect disciples were surprised to see that Fang Tianyou, who had just been beaten and was crying, was black and blue with big black bags on his head and tears on his face.

"Not bad!" Fang Tianyou took out the order of shaozong, looked up and looked up, his nostrils turned to the sky, showing the style of the patriarch.

"Disciples Chen Ding, Wu Qingyuan and Wei Ningfang, meet the young master. Thank you for your help." Shaozong's orders are not fake. Several Xuangang disciples curtsey. However, looking up at Fang Tianyou's tearful face, I still feel strange.

How could the little master of Xuangang sect be beaten like this? As the disciples of Xuangang sect, they feel embarrassed when they see Fang Tianyou's triumphant appearance, but they don't feel ashamed at all. They don't care about it at all. It seems that they are really thick skinned.

By the way, just think of him punching and kicking a monster corpse, and taking off his belt to whip the corpse. This kind of thing can't be done by ordinary people. It seems that the young master of our family can't be judged by common sense.

Just a moment later, even without saying a few more words, they came to such a conclusion about their young patriarch. This conclusion is completely correct, not to mention a few of them. Even Lu Changsheng, Zhan Shibo, and Ke Qing, the deacon of Xuangang sect, have a secret headache when they think that Fang Tianyou is tired, lazy and arrogant.

"Get up, you're welcome." Fang Tianyou pretended to be unhappy and said. But the eyebrows, the complacency in the eyes, could not be concealed.