Bing Haoyang was practicing leisurely. When it was time to make dinner, he went to "work and study" again. There was no mistake in dinner and received praise from all the elders and disciples: the rice was cooked just right today, and the taste of this dish was even better!

Elder Yuan praised Bing Haoyang: "Haoyang, that's great! Otherwise, stop practicing. If you are the most advanced chef in the world, the gold coins you earn every year are enough for you to marry two wives!"

Bing Haoyang laughed at Elder Yuan.

On the third night, Elder Weng came back, and he looked happy: "Haoyang, there are great gains today. As long as I find another sub-spiritual medicine, I can refine a furnace of marrow-cleaning pill for you."

Bing Haoyang didn't want his master to work so hard, so he was a little sad: "Master, don't work so hard. In fact, Elder Yuan was right. If you don't be a strong man, it's good to be a mortal."

Elder Weng said: "Haoyang, if you were a mortal, I would naturally not ask you, but you are a person with spiritual roots."

Bing Haoyang sighed in his heart: Master is really great. The goatee-bearded old man who is sharply compared to Master? He looks so vulgar and so vulgar... Thinking of this, he agreed: "Master, I will work hard."

As the two were talking, a disciple came to report that they asked the Eighth Elder to attend a meeting in the conference hall. The Eighth Elder sent the disciples to report the matter. He frowned slightly: It's so late, what's wrong? He glanced at Bing Haoyang: "Haoyang, you didn't cause trouble, are you?"

Bing Haoyang was startled and scratched his head: "Me? I am practicing Rock Fist and Fire Dragon Fist today, and I have nothing to do with it." He said that the clearest thing in his heart must be Pan Zexin's business, and it's great to think about it!

Sure enough, when the Eighth Elder arrived at the conference hall, he saw the Second Elder glaring at the Eighth Elder fiercely. He asked with a vilest voice: "Elder Weng! Did your disciple Bing Haoyang injured my grandson?"

The Eighth Elder smiled slightly: "Oh? You said that I'm a useless disciple? He may not even be able to eat Baodan except for cooking. He is in the third level of martial arts realm and will hurt your fifth level grandson? Are you talking in your sleep? Is your grandson also a useless?"

The head of the sect coughed lightly: "Dear junior brothers, Pan Zexin was attacked in the afternoon and was deaf in the left ear. You can go back and investigate the disciple. Who did it? You must give Junior Brother Pan an explanation."

Next, several elders began to discuss: Where was the sneak attack? How could he be injured if he was so strong...

The Seventh Elder was the only female elder in the sect. She spoke: "Master, I want to complain. One of my disciples practiced boxing in the forest and was chased by a gangster. Later, he was pressed to the ground by the gangster and his clothes were stripped naked by the beast. At this moment, God had eyes and a stone flew from the sky, which happened to hit the gangster's ear. My disciple was saved. Second Elder, is that gangster your fifth grandson Pan Zexin? I really can't believe it!"

The second elder's face turned bloody, and he said angrily: "Seventh Junior Sister, they are not practicing martial arts like you said."

The seventh elder asked back: "Training martial arts? When practicing martial arts, you need to take off my apprentice's clothes? You need to ride on it? Second elder, you are so good? I admire you. Is this true grandfather and grandson?"

After this meeting started, it changed and became a desolation. It turned out that everyone dismissed.

For some reason, the second elder's grandson was beaten, and the eighth elder was in a very happy mood.

Let’s talk about Pan Renxin. His ears gradually improved, but the condition in the key parts below became worse and worse. On the first day, the thing was numb and unconscious after touching it. It turned purple at night. The next morning, it was swollen, dark and shiny, and it was obviously poisoned. Let’s think, Bing Haoyang swallowed so much essence and blood of the spirit snake, and the purple light also penetrated the poison glands of the spirit snake’s brain. The toxin was absorbed by Bing Haoyang. His purple marrow energy contained a large amount of toxins!

What made the second elder depressed was that this poison was too domineering and the detoxification pill was not easy to use!

The second elder looked at his grandson's miserable situation, so he had to try to treat it. How to treat it? Bloodletting therapy, cut Pan Zexin's dim with a knife, released the black blood, and then took the detoxification pill. At this moment, he hated it very much, but he didn't know who he hated!

Pan Zezhi has always regarded Bing Haoyang as a thorn in his eyes, such as benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, Zhi and Xin, gathered together. Pan Zezhi said: "I guess it must be that Bing Haoyang did it!"

The boss Pan Zeren is in his twenties. He is mature and polite, and is also the best at conspiracy: "The fourth brother, do you think that waste? He seems to be only in the third level, isn't it possible?"

Pan Zezhi said, "Brother, Yin Pi said, he saw Bing Haoyang going to the forbidden area in the back mountain, and then his grandfather's spiritual snake died. I guess the Eighth Elder killed his grandfather's spiritual snake, why don't we kill this kid today..."

Pan Zeren shook his head: "No, we must not let Bing Haoyang go, we will just talk about it in a few days. Tomorrow will be a major event in our sect." Speaking of this, he turned to look at Pan Zexin: "Fifth Lao, you can bear it for two more days, hum! Bing Haoyang..."

The next day, the Eighth Elder did not collect herbs because today is the day when the Panwu Sect tests the disciple's realm every year. All the disciples are eager to try. After a year of hard work, they have made considerable progress. They all want to test their strength. Of course, they also want to show their skills in front of the head and elders. If they can be attracted by the elders, they will be better off as an inner disciple.

Speaking of this, we have to mention the warrior sect. There are four in a radius of 500 miles: Panwu Gate, Anzhen Gate, Yufeng Gate, and Shuhe Gate. Among the four warrior sects, the strength of Panwu Gate has fallen to the end.

Today, Han Cheng, the head of Panwu Sect, had his eyelids twitching, as if he had some ominous premonition. As expected, he would come to whatever he feared the most. The heads of the three major sects of Anzhen Sect, Yufeng Sect and Shuhe Sect came uninvited!

The head of the sect, Han Cheng, cursed secretly: Who leaked the news? I was afraid that they would make trouble, so I had already taken the time ten days ahead of the time, but these three old guys still arrived on time. It seems that there is a traitor in this sect!

These three sects are definitely not supported by Panwu Sect. The weasel greets the chickens with New Year's greetings, and they are not at ease.

The head Han Cheng had no choice. First of all, his spiritual root level was only level three, and he practiced to the age of forty, and was only level seven of the Huang Realm. They were all higher than him. Besides, his disciples were not good at it. The four major sects were all defeated every year. This time... Han Cheng sighed, and it was destined to be an embarrassing ending.

Han Cheng walked to the martial arts field and bowed to the three leaders who came to observe. He smiled with a smile on his face: "If the three senior brothers can come to the Bian Sect, my Pan Martial Sect is so glorious. I am honored. The three senior brothers, come and sit up there."

The three leaders were led by a big red-faced man, who was in his forties and was An Gushan, the head of the Anzhen Sect. He laughed: "Brother Han, if we don't come to observe such a grand day, wouldn't it be a pity? Do you think so?" The three laughed loudly, with a clear scent of teasing in the laughter. The leader Han Cheng smiled bitterly and helplessly.

As the three of them went to the stands together, the twelve disciples accompanied by the twelve disciples stood behind their respective leaders. Chief Han glanced at these young disciples and his heart rose again. These twelve people were all elites of the three sects! It seemed that these three old guys were not good at coming... Especially next to An Gushan, there was a cold-faced young man with nothing in his eyes and aura of arrogant look on the heroes, which made Chief Han feel very uncomfortable, and of course he was more worried.
Chapter completed!