"My Taoist sect can't give you an accurate answer to Qincheng's affairs."

"Since Qincheng is now a guest in our Taoist sect, even your Buddhism must abide by the rules of our Taoist sect. You cannot force Qincheng away, but follow his wishes."

Master Tianling, who was sitting high in the main seat, put down the letter in his hand and his peaceful eyes fell on Bulu and others.

Even Zhang Qiran must attend this occasion today.

However, Zhang Qiran had no choice but to drink, and couldn't sit still on the stool. Seeing Master Tianling's appearance, he couldn't help but curl his lips.

Even if Zhang Qiran didn't read the letter, he could probably guess what was said. It was not nutritious, it was nothing but flattering and old blessings.

This is almost the case every year, and Zhang Qiran was able to copy the letter with his eyes closed.

So Zhang Qiran felt that he could not be the sect leader. If he was asked to waste time with others every day and not drink, he would want to waste his martial arts.

Moreover, Zhang Qiran didn't want to deal with Buddhism, because the style of Buddhism and Taoism was not on the same path.

Although the Taoist sect respects the deceased powerful people, they only treat their descendants with preferential treatment but will not easily let them enter the Taoist sect.

For example, Li Jianguo, the Taoist sect took good care of him, a powerful seed, but he never thought about solving the problem that he could not practice martial arts.

Once a powerful Buddhist dies, they will have an additional reputation for being born or an excuse to seize geniuses.

"This is natural." Buren didn't care when he saw Zhang Qiran was already wandering around. After all, the strange style of the strange Taoist priest is also quite famous in the ancient martial arts world.

"As for the discussion you proposed, I certainly agree. After all, there is also a lack of practical drills in our Taoist sect."

"It's just that we both sides have a friendly exchange of experience, and some accidents are inevitable, so I'll let my junior brother be your referee."

"Junior brother, junior brother!"

Master Tianling shouted twice in a row before he came to his senses and said happily: "Senior Brother, is the meeting over? Then I will go back and drink... Well, it's cultivation, practice."

Zhang Qiran looked at the face of Master Tianling, quickly changed what he said, almost revealing the truth. It was so dangerous!

The junior brothers who were not angry looked at each other. This legendary strange Taoist priest is so unreliable. If he really wants him to be the referee, would he wait until he dies before taking action?

Thinking about it makes people feel numb.

Master Tianling said what he had just said again, and saw Zhang Qiran put on a reluctant stinking face, both funny and angry, and shook his head helplessly.

At this time, he suddenly smiled and said, "I heard that Senior Zhang used to be the Taoist name Tianxin, but after some things happened, I gave up this Taoist name."

"I have also heard of the original incident. That genius who is unparalleled may be my Buddhist community."

A terrible aura suddenly came into the living room, and the chairs that were not seated burst into pieces!

Zhang Qiran had a calm face. This was completely different from his usual condition. At this moment, he was like a ferocious tyrannosaurus, making people feel sincere palpitations.

Buren, who was the first to be hit, felt a suffocation. He originally thought that he was about to enter the realm of a high-grade master, and should be no weaker than Zhang Qiran, who was at the title level.

But now he found out that he was wrong. Even though Zhang Qiran became a joke in the ancient martial arts world because of the title of strangeness, he was still a super master of the same level as Master Tianling and his master!

Ling Yun and others were also trembling under Zhang Qiran's aura. They had never thought that the good-tempered uncle would have such a terrifying side, as if he could kill them all with just one look!

"Does this guy Bunn want to die?" Ling Yun gritted his teeth and said, "He actually said the taboos in our Taoist sect."

Lingyun felt very puzzled. He knew that he was not a fool, and that he could not become a Buddhist disciple. But today, he irrationally proposed such a provocation to Zhang Qiran's nerves. Is it a waste of life?

"Junior brother..."

Master Tianling's voice sounded. Although he was very angry, he had to stop him without saying a word. If it was heard from him that Zhang Qiran bullied the small, the reputation of the Taoist sect would be ruined!

"A good disciple of the Qingdeng Buddha's Sect!"

Zhang Qiran snorted coldly and said, "My business is also something you, a small middle-grade master, can control? You don't know how high the sky is! "

At that time, Zhang Qiran's original Taoist name was Tianxin, but as his disciples rebelled out of the Taoist sect, he no longer used that Taoist name.

Because Zhang Qiran felt that it was insulting the master's sect, he did not accept any disciples!

"Senior Zhang, you misunderstood." Buqi gritted his teeth and tried his best to hold back his breathing, and then quickly spoke: "I mentioned this because my Buddhist disciples know... his whereabouts!"

"That peerless genius who was once called the Taoist sect once a thousand years, and now the Taoist sect is rebellious, spiritual acupoint!"

Bu Nu just finished speaking, but Zhang Qiran suddenly appeared in front of him, staring at his white face and said, "Where is he?"

The closer Zhang Qiran got, the more he felt that his breathing was very difficult, and he pointed at his neck with difficulty.

Zhang Qiran frowned, snorted coldly, took down his momentum, and looked at Buqi again.

Buqi took a few breaths and said with a wry smile: "Senior Zhang, our Buddhist sect is not like your Taoist sect that only accepts Chinese disciples, and they also have branches abroad to train disciples."

"This time, the disciples outside discovered the traces of Lingjue, but now he no longer calls him Lingjue, but Mojue."

Bu Nu wrote those two words in the air, and saw Zhang Qiran's face becoming even more gloomy, and sighed: "It's a pity that our disciple was unable to catch up with Mo Jue, I don't know where he went."

"Is he still alive?" Zhang Qiran sneered and said, "Very good. I hit him into the sea with one palm, but I didn't expect that he could survive!"

Master Tianling frowned and looked at him and said angrily: "Have you told Qingdeng Buddha about this?"

"I have told you, but my master told me that it would be better to tell Senior Zhang personally, which is also considered a good relationship." Nodded angrily.

"Shanyuan?" Zhang Qiran sneered: "Qing Deng has a good plan. He is afraid that I will come to him!"

"Isn't it the Qinglantern who asked me to hit the man into the sea with one palm and let God decide his life and death?"

"Junior brother!" Master Tianling shouted in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!