Coming out of Yuqing Palace, Taibai Jinxing and Taishang Laojun came over mysteriously, stopped the ancestor Hongjun who was lowering his head and preparing to return to Kunlun Palace, and lowered his voice: "Old ancestor, that young man in the fox clan..."

But the ancestor Hongjun made a "shhh" gesture and nodded.

The people in front of them seemed to understand and smacked their lips.

Taibai Jinxing stroked his gray beard and shook his head while sighing: "Kunlun Palace has always been accommodating all rivers and carries forward the spirit of tolerance and acceptance of the heavenly clan. Why did it come to this Heavenly King..."

The Taishang Laojun, who was beside him, quickly patted Taibai Jinxing's elbow and waved his hand in a hurry: "Be careful in words and actions! Be cautious in words and actions!"

Old Ancestor Hongjun sighed lightly and laughed dryly: "Everyone, stop asking, I can't move forward."

But the two people in front of him did not want to let him go at all. They pulled the elbow of the ancestor Hongjun and walked a few more steps aside: "Thank you for your hard work. This time this time, we are still standing on the side of the ancestor."

Taibai Jinxing said, patting the back of the ancestor Hongjun's hand, his expression was very complicated.

Now all of this is more than a little different from the heavenly clan that was famous for its tolerance and reputation a hundred years ago. The original foreign disciples in Kunlun Palace accounted for about 30% of them, and there are not many outstanding people. Why can't the dragon clan lose to other clans?

Even if the Tian Clan lost in such a game, they would thank other clans for their willingness to teach them all the way, so that the entire Tian Clan realized their shortcomings and then corrected them so that they could go further in the world and wilderness.

Fusang's anger now seemed to be wrong in the past, overturning the tens of thousands of years of the Heavenly Clan's policy in one breath.

How could the old ministers buy it?

In all the worlds and wilderness, all the powerful clans are long-lived and have many people, and the same is true for the heavenly clans. Whether it is the generations of heavenly kings sitting in Yunqing Hall or the ministers in the hall, if it is not for disasters and diseases, there will be no renewal.

The old Tianjun was in charge of the Tian clan for more than 100,000 years, but then he passed away after he was sick, so he was able to have his current position in Fusang.

But this does not mean that the older generation of the Heavenly Clan ministers have changed their cleanness, just like Taibai Jinxing, like Taishang Laojun, and even the ancestor Hongjun, who was a veteran of several dynasties.

The more old ministers there are, the more they will compare the previous Tianjun army.

This is also the purpose of the ancestor Hongjun without saying anything in the Yuqing Palace.

The more obvious Fusang's tyranny, autocratic and self-righteous thoughts are released, the louder the voices of dissatisfaction with him in the Yuqing Palace are.

Water can carry a boat and can also overturn it. The more Fusang expands, the more Zuo Hang stands in front of the sky, the more he can completely knock him down.

That day, when the ancestor Hongjun returned from the Nine Heavens, he looked at the former elders who stood in the hall with their heads down, as wilted as eggplants made of frost, and sneered: "One of them, they usually form gangs and slander each other, and they never focus on their teachings. How do you feel now?"

He glanced at everyone in front of him, walked slowly to the main chair of the hall with a cane, and took a deep breath: "Is it comfortable to be stepped on by someone and rubbed left and right several times?"

The people in the hall buried their heads deeper.

"I know some of you want to tell me that the Nine-tailed Fox clan has always been extremely talented, huh? Very talented! Is it extremely talented to be a slap!" With a bang, the old ancestor Hongjun's hand fell heavily on the chair handle, "Don't forget what you said half a month ago, the slap man who Yun Xiaoxian didn't like, and used the name of Yue Zun to show off his power. Humph! Now, who will tell me, let alone a slap man, the great talents in your hands who have spent so long selected from all over the world, besides Zuo Hang! Who has withstood the kung fu for half an hour!

No one can even control a servant in Medicine King Valley, and they all make a fuss, saying that the new disciple of Medicine King Valley, Kunlun Palace, does not need to be taken seriously! They are the ones who have endured a thunder! Who can withstand a thunder among your disciples?”

The aura in the entire hall was a little frosty, and the ancestor's words cut on everyone's faces like a knife. The elders of Kunlun Palace, who were once glorious, originally wanted to take advantage of the fact that the ancestor Hongjun came back from the Ninth Heaven and asked the Heavenly Lord if he mentioned the reconstruction of the Elder's Home.

Now he looked as if he was ashamed and glared at him with anger. He must have been scolded by the Heavenly Lord.

The crowd looked down at the ground, and no one dared to speak.

According to the current situation, let alone the reconstruction of the Elders' House, whoever speaks first will be foaming at the mouth of the ancestor in front of you on the spot.

In fact, they knew in their minds that everyone knew what kind of people the Heavenly Lord was now.

The little fox, who had been employed by the Medicine King Valley for decades, swept the Kunlun Palace, which the Heavenly Lord had been nurtured for a hundred years, basically declared that Fusang's previous efforts were in vain.

Not only was it that their elders' home failed to teach good disciples, but they had previously accepted bribes from various families to send some children with little talent in them. If they were to investigate it in depth, the truth would definitely be revealed.

If the elders in front were limited in their abilities and could not teach the kind of young man under the command of the Supreme God who could sweep the world by standing up, then the latter was purely carrying Fusang for personal gain.

Fusang will not tolerate this matter.

But Hongjun Zu knew very well these things.

This Kunlun Palace is the Kunlun Palace of the Heavenly Clan, but in the final analysis, it is the Emperor's Kunlun Palace. This place with the great dragon vein is the Emperor's home, the place where the Emperor was born, and the most important thing entrusted to him by the Emperor.

How can it be destroyed in the hands of the Heavenly Lord?

If he cannot compete with the Heavenly Lord, then he will create an opportunity to allow others to facilitate his purpose of eliminating the entire Kunlun Palace Elders' Courtyard.

In the world, only Zhaoyue can do this.

Only Zhaoyue has the ability to do it.

Being scolded like this should have been a desperate thing, but the face of Mo Chuanshang Shen, who stepped out of Tai Chi Hall, was as if spring was on his face. He had a rare smile, which made Zhao Yue, who was standing at the door of the hall, feel a little chilling on his back.

The man's smile was like Fu Chen, giving her a feeling that there was definitely nothing good.

As if he noticed her suspicious gaze, Mo Chuan's smile became deeper. He walked over to her exploration and raised his hand to salute: "Moon Zun."

Before Zhao Yue could answer, he lowered his voice slightly and said, "This time the Moon Master wins, the ancestor should hold a banquet for the Moon Master."

Zhao Yue frowned and looked at his eyes: "...Kunlun Palace lost a lot, and he still has the intention to hold a banquet?"

Mo Chuan glanced at her puzzled expression with a deep meaning and said with a faint smile: "The one who loses is the Heavenly Lord, and the one who wins is the ancestor. Why not hold a banquet to celebrate?"

That smile made Zhaoyue’s entire neck feel cold.
Chapter completed!