Every female cultivator covers the sky with one hand

Chapter 36

"Oops!"

The boy was guilty of being a thief, and immediately jumped over the wall to escape.

But the two elders of the Four Extremes Realm are not for decoration, one of the elders only points with his finger.

A golden rope came out immediately, like a golden dragon, galloping towards the boy.

Although the boy has great strength, his speed is also normal, not to mention that he is facing an elder from the Four Extremes Realm.

The golden rope caught up to him in an instant, and the rope wrapped itself around his body, binding the boy tightly.

The boy fell to the ground with a bang.

Before he was allowed to struggle and yell, the next moment, he felt a gust of wind blowing under him, and he came to a strange hall in a blink of an eye.

Inside the hall, black is black, white is white, cold and gloomy.

Ye Qingfeng had also been to this hall before, and was misclassified as a mortal body, so he almost couldn't embark on the road of cultivation.

"Let go of my father!"

The boy who was tied up refused to accept and yelled, full of wildness.

"quiet--"

It's a simple word, but it's like the buzzing sound of Dao Lun, distant and ethereal.

For some reason, the boy's impatience was soothed by this simple word, and he stopped barking wildly.

But the boy still had unyielding written on his face, it was okay to kill him, but absolutely not to humiliate him!

A dozen old men with astonishing cultivation were lined up, sitting high above the main hall, with an imposing manner.

The boy's two rough and bushy eyebrows were almost joined together in resentment, he just tried to steal a bird, why did he have such a big posture.

Dozens of powerful divine senses swept the boy inside and out.

There was silence in the hall, and the tied boy was stubborn like a bull.

The leader and the elders are all dignified and dignified on the surface, but they are arguing with their spiritual sense in secret.

"This son is full of vigor, looks like a dragon, and holy places are rare, so he is the best candidate for my holy son." Some elders are very optimistic.

"But his origin is unknown, and judging from his appearance, he should not be from my Eastern Wilderness, but rather from a certain barbarian tribe." Some elders strongly objected, "Such a barbarian, I will teach the Holy Son how to do it!"

"Extremely true!" Some elders immediately chimed in, "Besides, this son has a wide mouth and snub nose, looks like an ape, so ugly and vulgar, he definitely can't be a holy son!"

The plain-looking leader, sitting in the middle, said nothing, but showed a little displeasure.

"Of course." The other elder stroked his beard to agree, "The holy son is the face of a sect, he doesn't need to be very handsome, but he can't be weird... he can be cultivated as a high-grade fairy seedling, Holy Son, there is no need for that.”

"Nonsense!" The oldest elder clenched his fists and yelled sharply, "It's fine for the Holy Son to fight, just look at his appearance! Such an outstanding fairy seedling should be thankful for appearing in Liucheng by chance! thing!"

The leader nodded, agreeing with what the great elder said, and said calmly: "As the future leader of the Holy Son, to undertake the thousand-year inheritance of my teaching, the potential of cultivation should be valued, not the face."

"but……"

A group of elders argued endlessly.

The boy's nose was tied, his short hair was disheveled, his nostrils were upturned, and he was waiting for sentencing with a stubby neck.

Vaguely, he saw some old guys dislike his appearance.

Pooh!
I don't know!
In the tribe where he was born, with his wild face and his muscular body, he was the most standard handsome man!
So even though the boy was tied up firmly, he still rolled his eyes and pointed his nostrils the size of copper coins unyieldingly at the higher-ups, showing complete indignation and provocation.

Seeing this, some elders resisted the urge to slap across the face.

Compared with the good girl who came to this hall last time, this boy owes a lot of mouths.

"Name?"

A majestic voice suddenly resounded through the hall, causing the boy's eardrums to hurt, and he couldn't help but want to kneel down.

The boy's forehead was cold and his heart was pounding. He knew that this group of people was deliberately trying to show power, and he also knew that he could not lie in front of this group of people, so he had to pant heavily and shouted in disbelief:
"Dongfang Lie!"

The roar was like thunder, shaking the stools and chairs.

But the people in the seat are all in the Dragon Transformation Realm, how would they be affected by it.

"From where?"

An elder spoke calmly, but once the words came out, they were like surging waves, intimidating.

Dongfang Lie was shaken back five meters by the air current, barely able to stabilize his body, and then roared and replied: "Nanling, Mangu tribe!"

"South Ridge? So far away?"

The elders were puzzled.

The Mangu tribe is not surprising. It is said that there are as many wild tribes in Nanling, some are strong and some are weak. Besides, Nanling is so big, who knows which branch this kid comes from.

The elders were amazed that at such a young age, how could this barbarian have crossed the vast void and fallen to the Eastern Wasteland.

"Which Mangu tribe?" The lord leader asked himself, those powerful tribes captured Peng and Jiao, and their Yin Yang Sect didn't dare to provoke them.

Dongfang Liehong roared loudly, with veins popping out of his neck, and said, "I can't remember!"

"You don't have to be so loud." Some elders thought it was noisy, so they kindly reminded them.

"Don't worry about it!" Dongfang Lie still stiffened his neck, roaring like thunder.

Since you can't remember?
The leader thought about it in his mind, and said: "How did you get from Nanling to East Desolate Willow City?"

As soon as this incident was mentioned, Dongfang Lie became furious, roaring in grief and indignation:

"I don't even know how I came here! I was only four years old that year, and when I saw a black shadow running past the house, I picked up three axes and chased it out...

I don't know what formation I stepped on, the light flashed, my eyes went dark, I crossed the void for tens of millions of miles, and arrived at this broken place...

If I... if I let me catch that ball of black hair again... I must pluck it, chop it up alive, and chew it raw one by one..."

Speaking of this, in a study room with bright and clean windows, the little black dog who was busy making Dao pictures sneezed suddenly.

Gee!

Someone is spoiling and cursing the emperor again, what a future!

And Dongfang Lie in the main hall, his emotions completely collapsed, with big teardrops rolling, he looked up to the sky and screamed:
"Wow! Mother! Father! Little sister!"

The expressions of the elders were moved, showing a bit of compassion.

The leader sighed, stretched out his finger, untied the boy from the bondage, and said kindly:
"If that's the case, then temporarily join my Yin-Yang Sect. One day, if you learn something, or if someone from your clan finds it, you can reunite with your family."

All the elders sent voice transmissions one after another, and they couldn't help but praise: "Teaching to take the initiative to use affection, to attract with affection, wise!"

Dongfang Lie fiercely wiped away his tears and snot, and took the opportunity to lick his tongue, with a fiery light in his eyes, and said, "You guys raise me? Seriously?"

The Yin-Yang Sect Master took the opportunity to say: "As long as you formally join my Sect, become the first Holy Son of our Sect, and practice diligently every day, you will protect my Yin-Yang Sect thoroughly in the future, and raising you will not be a problem."

"That's good, it's a deal!"

Dongfang Lie clenched his right hand into a fist and pounded hard on his left chest.

"Bam! Boom! Bam!..."

Solidly, he beat his chest a total of nine times, making the most solemn and sacred promise of his clan.

Dongfang Lie's right fist was still on his left chest, and Hong Sheng announced: "From now on, I, Dongfang Lie, will be responsible for cultivating and protecting the teaching, and you will be responsible for me to eat and drink enough every day, and I will not go back on my word! If I violate this promise, the gods will punish me forever. Fall into Avici Hell."

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