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Yang Guo?

Li Dao turned his head to look and felt a trace of goodwill towards this protagonist that he had met for the first time in his life.

"Why should I shut my mouth? If you can do it, then I won't say anything!"

At this moment, Yang Guo was not someone who would swallow his anger and stubbornly said.

Zhao Zhijing almost vomited a mouthful of blood. If it wasn't for Yang Haozhong's backing being extremely strong, he really would have had the impulse to kill this renegade with a sword.

"Why aren't you stepping down? Let's see how I'll teach you a lesson once this is over!" Zhao Zhijing viciously glared at him and viciously said.

Yang Lao was not one to be outdone. He glared back.

"Yang Chen, why are you talking to your master?" The fat Daoist snapped, but there wasn't much anger on his face.

"He's not my master, he doesn't deserve it. "And you, Lu Qing Du, you are also a villain. All of you are villains."

From the moment he had acknowledged Zhao Zhijing as his teacher, Yang Laojiao had suffered a lot of bullying. At this moment, he could no longer suppress his emotions and finally exploded.

Zhao Zhijing raised his hand. He no longer wanted to hear a single word from Yang Lao.

"Zhijing, what are you doing? Why aren't you helping?"

A few elders had contracted with a group of black robed third-generation disciples to enter the hall.

"Greetings to Master Teacher, Senior Uncle Qiu, Master and the other Senior Masters."

Zhao Zhijing put down his palms and bowed. The other disciples of the True God Sect also greeted them.

Only Li Dao and Yang Tong stood there without moving. Li Dao wasn't a True Disciple, plus he was currently brimming with anger and killing intent, feeling that the True Sect was unworthy of its name, he was unwilling to bow.

Yang Tong felt greatly wronged and was unwilling to bow.

This person was none other than the famous Zhen Qi master of the martial arts world.

The old man who spoke was the true sect master, Dan Yang and Ma Yu.

"Zhijing, you've trained for so many years, how come your temper hasn't changed?"

Ma Yu waved his whisk and asked.

"This disciple knows his wrongs and is ashamed of teaching his master and uncles. However, Yang Zhao, this renegade disciple, has disrespected his elders and insulted me in public. This is why this disciple's mood is so bad."

At this moment, it was as if Zhao Zhijing was a completely different person. He was extremely respectful to the seven true disciples.

"Yang Tong, is that true?"

After Zhao Zhijing finished, one of the old men asked. He was a tall and sturdy man with a tough disposition.

"Yes," replied Yang, drooping his head.

Looking at Yang's expression, the one who valued ethics the most in his life, the one who hated evil the most, had gone berserk on the spot.

"You still have a gift? When Jing Er sent you up the mountain, she hoped that we would teach you a good lesson and not let you take the evil path of your father, but instead, you became like this! "

As he spoke, he brushed his wide sleeves, obviously quite angry.

"What did you say?" Old Bull's Nose, I forbid you to insult my father. "You bunch of bull-nosed Taoists are all pretentious, hypocritical and vile people. Since you can't beat my Uncle Guo, come bully me and vent your anger on me."

Yang Zhao jumped up and started cursing, causing the seven true disciples' faces to turn slightly ugly.

"Stop messing around, Zhiping, bring Yang Zhou down."

Ma Yu, who had the best temperament, could not bear to watch any further. He turned to the disciple beside him and said.

Yin Zhiping, who was wearing a black daoist robe, strode out and brought Yang Lao out of the hall with him.

Yang Lao struggled as much as he could, while shouting curses nonstop. However, Li Dao was no longer in the mood to listen to what Yang Lao was scolding.

Yang Guo had been taken away, so it was time to deal with his own matters.

Looking at the appearance of the True Seven, Li Dao felt some regret for coming to the top of the mountain.