Chapter 2019

With that roar, the Taoist priest Changyang, who had participated in the Taoist priest group in the previous duel, appeared in front of Jiang Cheng.

The originally dark sky suddenly brightened.

The cage that the Cangmen palace expert had just sealed was blasted from the outside.

Lord Wushan and his other three disciples also came to the field.

"It's a shame to retaliate against a young Taoist priest after all the fighting skills have been exhausted. It's not controversial that you lost the duel."

As soon as he said this, the two men and a woman behind him and the three high-level Taoist gods pointed angrily at the other side.

"You're a world God, so you've lost your identity?"

"Did the Cangmen palace act like this?"

Being so accused by them, there was no embarrassment on the face of the God.

"Oh, you should know what we want."

"Didn't you come here in such a timely manner to get the door god skill?"

"Nonsense!"

The female disciple immediately retorted.

"We just went back to Qiyu temple and happened to run into each other!"

The God of Ming exhausted world smiled coldly and did not talk with her.

"Wushan, this time we are not prepared enough to accept the planting."

Although his personal strength is not as good as that of Lord Wushan, he still has another world God as a helper.

In terms of overall strength, they are actually above the five masters of Qiyu temple.

It's just that this place is located in changluzhou. Once the war breaks out, the overwhelming news will soon attract more local experts.

He can only choose to give up.

"Give you a piece of advice!"

"That magic is not something you can only enjoy by a holy master in the mountain area."

With that, he waved his hand, took the Cangmen palace experts and quickly evacuated, and disappeared in the same place.

The city elder brother with the sword was left in a mess in the wind.

So which one just happened?

Have you been saved?

As a protagonist, I need someone else's help. Where is the arrangement?

The spirit of the Ming exhausted world retreated actively, which also relieved several people in Qiyu temple.

The Lord Wushan collected the dust, but the female disciple still did not forget to explain to Jiang Cheng to prove her innocence.

"Our return to Qiyu temple is exactly in this direction."

"I didn't mean to follow you!"

"For your source skill, we......"

She was about to say that we had no desire to covet it. Lord Wushan, who had not spoken much since the duel, suddenly took up the conversation.

"We are really interested!"

This very frank statement made the three male disciples, including the God of Changyang, look helpless.

The woman could not help but glare at her master.

Later, the previously enigmatic and immortal Saint came to Jiang Cheng with a smiling face.

"It would be self deceiving to say that you are not interested in the Menyuan technique."

"But don't worry, Jiang junshuai. We Qiyu temple are reasonable people."

"Although we have just saved you, we do not expect to repay our kindness."

His words were resounding, but his smile gradually became a little obscene.

"But if you just want to show your magic skills to thank us for saving our lives, we can only accept them reluctantly..."

With that, he rubbed his hands expectantly.

That's what I said. You should have said something?

The three male disciples behind him are already covering their faces with their hands.

It seems that I am ashamed of having such a shameless master.

And the female disciple even more frowned and grabbed his ear.

Her pretty face was full of thin anger. "My good teacher, you are talking nonsense again. Can you make us worry less?"

Lord Wushan quickly asked for mercy.

"Let go, let go, will you give me a little face in front of outsiders?"

The Taoist priest touched his nose and coughed.

"Well, younger martial sister Changling, this is not Qiyu temple. Pay attention to the influence."

That younger martial sister Changling just let go.

The city elder brother on one side was already dumbfounded.

He finally understood why the master of Wushan had spared no words during the fight just now.

It's not because he is cold, but because when he opens his mouth, his image will fall to the bottom.

In a word, he has no airs in front of the disciples of Feixian sect, but at least the disciples respect him very much.

The Lord of Wushan was reduced to this place. I don't know what he had experienced.

However, it seems that their teachers and disciples have been used to this way of getting along, and their feelings are good.

This made him marvel.

"If you help me out, I really deserve something in return..."

Before he finished, Lord Wushan couldn't wait to praise him.

"Jiang Daoyou is really a man who can get along with others. He has principles and is good enough!"

His old face turned into a chrysanthemum.

"So that magic skill..."

Brother Cheng almost lost his mind.

"Well, to tell you the truth, I said it 800 times."

"No one can learn that magic except me. I can't help it."

"Well, in the future, if you encounter any crisis in Qiyu temple, I can help you for free."

Wushan was disappointed and vomited to his face.

"Jiangdaoyou, you're boring. You obviously don't want to give it."

He was completely unaware of the value of brother Cheng's promise to help once and was not interested at all.

After all, as the Holy Lord, where do you need the help of the saint?

"If you don't want to take out that magic skill, just say it. You have to say that others can't learn it."

"Even if others can't learn it, I realize that as one of the most talented people in the yuan celestial world, can't I still learn it?"

Jiang Cheng can see that this guy is also a bully.

You are one of the best geniuses. What's my rank with Qiu Yuxuan?

"Shut up, you!"

The immortal once again grasped Wushan's ear and explained to Jiang Cheng.

"Jiangjunshuai, we are not people who try to repay their kindness by coercion. I hope you don't misunderstand."

"As for my master, he was only influenced by the way he practiced. That's why he became like this."

Her efforts to redeem did not stop Lord Wushan's mouth.

The old man is still chattering there.

"Jiang Daoyou, what exactly do you want? Just make an offer!"

"I see. You can't see the common things like Dan medicine and Tiancai Dibao."

"Come on, what do you want?"

"How about I take you as my disciple and cover you from now on?"

Jiang Cheng was amused by him.

I really like those vulgar things.

As for being my master, you are really a dreamer.

"No, no, no, goodbye!"

He arched his hands and was about to leave.

Wushan, who was caught by his ears, was still making his last efforts and shouting in the direction of his departure.

"Jiangdaoyou, you haven't even learned the source art, and you won't live long if you are watched."

"It doesn't matter if you die. What a pity that the door god's skill has been lost?"

"Why don't you pass it on to me so that I can carry it forward and benefit the yuan immortal world? If it's not a big deal, I'll worship you as my teacher..."

Jiang Cheng, whose figures had disappeared, suddenly flashed back.

"Source art?"