Chapter 95: Pirated Xuanyuan Sect

"So, the one who was beaten just now was not Song Qingyun of Xuanyuan Sect?"

"Of course! Song Qingyun was born with a sword bone and has already established the foundation. He is just one step away from forming a core. How could he be beaten like this?"

"Then the one who hit the person is the real Song Qingyun!"

“…..”

A kind of monk was discussing in a rustling manner, but Song Qingyun was very angry. He glared at the old man in front of him and argued with reason.

"You still have the nerve to say that you are pretending to be the direct disciples of our Xuanyuan Sect and you are acting tyrannically. If I don't hit him, I will hit who else!"

The old man was also very angry, breathing heavily.

"What's the meaning?"

Song Qingyun snorted coldly, crossed his chest,

"Your disciple calls himself Song Qingyun, a direct disciple of the Xuanyuan Sect. He pretends to be my young master and acts tyrannically, ruining my reputation. Why, I can't fight him!"

The old man sat down on the ground and cried until he was unconscious.

"Hey, what are you pretending to be? Why did my young apprentice Qingyun pretend to be you?"

"Although our Xuanyuan Sect is a small sect, we cannot be bullied by your big sect like this!"

"Yao Shou, don't let anyone live!"

As soon as the old man said these words, the other monks were stunned.

Sang Luo was also stunned, what do you mean?

Chu Yanshu raised his eyebrows frivolously and suddenly felt a bad feeling.

Song Qingyun felt that the CPU was not enough.

What is this old man talking about?

The girl in the red dress went to help the old man, looking sad and comforting,

"Master, please don't be sad. After all, our Xuanyuan Sect is just a small sect built on Yuanshui. It is not as good as the Xuanyuan Sect, the head of the seven sects. It is normal for people to look down upon it."

The old man with the white beard looked distressed.

"It's no use being a teacher. You are being bullied like this, woo woo woo."

As soon as the old man cried, the surrounding monks began to waver again.

"Isn't Song Qingyun a little too much for such an old man to cry like this here?"

"Yes, that's right. Isn't it a bit much to beat someone's apprentice like that? How sad the old man must be."

Everyone was chattering away, and Song Qingyun stood there, a little at a loss.

The young man blushed angrily and shouted at everyone,

"Obviously...it was clearly them who pretended to be me first!"

But the girl in red next to the old man interrupted,

"Perhaps my junior brother is talking about Xuanyuan Sect Song Qingyun?"

"You heard it wrong, and you beat my junior brother indiscriminately!"

The pronunciation of the two is indeed very similar.

Song Qingyun choked for a moment and began to doubt himself. Was he really impulsive?

In the crowd, Sang Luo received the message on the spiritual jade, raised his eyes to look at the woman in red, and said coldly,

"Xuan Yuan Zong? Song Qingyun? It's really a great show."

She took two steps forward and stood in front of Song Qingyun, looking down at the old man with a white beard who was sitting on the ground and acting like a fool.

"It's not because you are older that you can take charge."

Sang Luo's gaze coldly swept over the monks watching the show behind him.

"This is the world of cultivation, not the mortal world. Monks are different from mortals. If they have grayer hair and longer beards, they are disadvantaged groups."

"Everyone who said this about my junior brother just now may have forgotten how arrogant and domineering Song Qingyun of the Xuanyuan Sect was just now."

"The world doesn't know the Xuanyuan Sect, they only know the Xuanyuan Sect, the head of my seven sects!"

"His name is really strange. If I remember correctly, he just said the words "inherited from seven sects".

"How come it's not just using the name of my Xuanyuan Sect to show off?"