Chapter 227 Shock

Sanqing Education, on the Peak of the Moon!

For more than ten years, there have been only three people in Qingyuefeng, which has been very depressed. After Meng Haoran's two disciples left, Meng Haoran was left alone in Qingyue Peak, but it seemed even more depressed. If it hadn't been for the fact that people could often see Meng Haoran standing at the top of Qingyue Peak practicing, others would have thought that Qingyuefeng would have been empty.

This time, the Qingyue Peak is completely different from the previous depression. There are many figures on the Qingyue Peak, chirling and noisy, among which there are some white-haired old men.

"Master, there is only Meng Haoran left in this Qingyue Peak, and there is only one person in the big Qingyue Peak, which is too wasteful. And I can't live on many disciples on Changchun Peak. I beg the suzerain to abolish Qingyue Peak and let me wait to stay in Qingyue Peak.

The speaker is a gray-haired old man.

The old man looked ruddy and energetic, looking like a kind old man, but what he said was extremely harsh.

Before Zhang Chenyuan said anything, another middle-aged man with a goat beard stood up and pointed to Meng Haoran, who stood still beside him.

"Master, this Meng Haoran alone occupied a main peak of my Sanqing religion. Tens of thousands of disciples of my Sanqing religion can only squeeze on the cold moon peak and Shuiyue peak, which is really unfair to my disciples of the Sanqing religion. I begged the patriarch to agree and let Meng Haoran give up the Qingyue peak."

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, another person stood up and accused Meng Haoran of occupying Qingyue Peak.

"The suzerain..."

"The suzerain..."

......

One after another, dozens of people spoke at once. What they said was the same thing, that is, to force Meng Haoran to give up Qingyuefeng.

Zhang Chenyuan just stood there motionless, no matter where the people around him were noisy, and he didn't mean to open his mouth.

And Zhao Wuyun, Zhang Chenyuan's most proud disciple, stood behind him.

Zhao Wuyun's face is also very ugly. Although he also agreed to ask Meng Haoran to give up Qingyuefeng, Meng Haoran had previously agreed to let him use the empty array gate with Duan Fan to go to Central China.

In this way, Zhao Wuyun is still very grateful to Meng Haoran. Today, when he saw so many people accusing Meng Haoran, especially in front of his master, he almost climbed to the top of Zhang Chenyuan's head. How could Zhao Wuyun stand it?

It's just that these people are all powerful and prestigious elders of the Sanqing religion, and their strength is above the seventh level of the fate. At this time, they have been wrapped up and can't be easily provoked.

Even Zhang Chenyuan can't do anything to them.

From beginning to end, Meng Haoran just stood there leisurely, like a nothing happened, with a faint smile on his face, as if everyone present was not accusing him at all, but praising him.

Finally, the gray-haired old man who spoke at the beginning couldn't help it. He turned around, glared at Meng Haoran and said angrily, "Meng Haoran, I asked you if you would let Qing Yuefeng go."

Meng Haoran just put his hands on his back and a faint smile on his face, and he couldn't see what he meant.

When the gray-haired old man saw this, he was angry, snorted coldly, and said strangely, "Meng Haoran, don't forget that I led you into Sanqing Education by myself. Now your wings are hard, and you don't see me as a benefactor, right?"

Meng Haoran glanced at the gray-haired old man indifferently and was very disdainful, but there was no expression on his face.

The gray-haired old man in front of him is named Xu Zuyi, who is one of the oldest elders in the Sanqing religion.

Xu Zuyi has lived for more than 500 years. In a few years, he can only return to the west, so even Chen Yuan of the Sanqing religion is courteous to him.

When Xu Zuyi led Meng Haoran into the Sanqing religion, Xu Zuyi was the cultivation of the ninth level of the fateful realm. After so many years, Xu Zuyi still stayed in the ninth level of the fateful realm. His cultivation not only did not make progress, but also slightly regressed.

Of course, this is also because Xu Zuyi has given up the idea of going further. What he is doing now is for future generations, so he is not afraid to offend Zhang Chenyuan and Meng Haoran at all.

"Humph, Meng Haoran, don't think we can't cure you if you don't open your mouth."

"That's right, even if you are strong and we have so many people together, how can you help us?"

For a moment, there was another talk, which removed the spearhead from Zhang Chenyuan and fell on Meng Haoran's body.

What only disappointed everyone was that Meng Haoran always had his hands behind his back and a faint smile on his face. It seemed that the person in front of him was telling a joke to him. It made everyone present blow their beards and stare, feeling that they and others were playing the piano to the cow and doing useless work.

In fact, compared with Kuntong Mountain, Sanqing is much more united and friendly.

Although people usually have some disputes for their interests, they will not fight in general. It is the first time for dozens of people like today to make trouble with Meng Haoran.

However, at this time, a young man's teasing voice came from the sky.

"Haha, Brother Meng, why haven't you seen him for a few days?

Hearing this, everyone present looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw several figures flying towards Qingyue Peak in the distance. In just a moment, those people came to Qingyue Peak.

is led by a handsome young man. The young man is like a lonely lamp in the dark night, allowing people to see him at a glance. No matter where he stands, he becomes his center.

And beside the young people are four beautiful women.

These four beautiful women are all rare national beauty in the world. They stand next to the young people, adding boundless luster to the young people.

Not bad, this group of people is exactly Duan Fan and his party.

Most people present don't know Duan Fan and others, but it doesn't mean that they don't know the goods. Everyone present is a human spirit. As soon as Duan Fan appeared on Qingyue Peak, they felt that something was wrong.

Zhang Chenyuan and Zhao Wuyun saw Duan Fan appear, especially when Duan Fan was accompanied by four beautiful women. First, they were surprised, and then they were overjoyed.

Meng Haoran just stood there with a smile, as if Duan Fan's appearance did not cause him much emotion.

Duan Fan also ignored the strange eyes of everyone present, but came to Meng Haoran with Ting Yu and Xiangxiang and said with a smile, "Brother Meng, I haven't seen you for a few days. It's not good to see my brother's situation!"

Meng Haoran smiled faintly. Nothing, brother, I have been inviolable for a long time. I haven't put down my eyes on the accusations of a group of clowns.

"Meng Haoran, how dare you say we are clowns!"

When Xu Zuyi and others heard Meng Haoran's words, they suddenly jumped up, pointed to Meng Haoran's nose, and almost cursed. Meng Haoran, you are an ungrateful thing, I..."

"Oil, old man, where did you get so much nonsense?" Before Xu Zuyi finished his words, he was rudely interrupted by Duan Fan.

"What are you?" Xu Zuyi turned his head and looked at Duan Fan. Although Duan Fan was the cultivation of the seventh level of the land of life, Xu Zuyi knew that Duan Fan's strength was definitely above the seventh level of the land of life.

But Xu Zuyi will not be afraid of Duan Fan. What really frightles Xu Zuyi is standing beside Duan Fan, just like the beautiful and touching Tingyu like the sister next door.

Tingyu is a real master of Hualongjing.

Although Ting Yu did not deliberately reveal his cultivation, the first-order cultivation of Ting Yuhua Longjing stood in the middle of the crowd, which also made most of the people present feel uncomfortable.

"Humph, what are you?"

Ting Yu has now entrusted Duan Fan as his life, so everything is for the sake of Duan Fan. At this time, when he saw that Xu Zuyi dared to abuse Duan Fan, he immediately slapped Xu Zuyi with a rude slap.

Xu Zuyi is just an ordinary nine-level warrior. After surviving the disaster, Ting Yu's strength doubled. With her slap, Xu Zuyi was knocked to the ground with almost no resistance and could not move.

Suddenly, the elders of the Sanqing religion showed anger on their faces, glared at Duan Fan and others one by one, and some of them had even secretly mobilized Dantian Zhenyuan to kill Duan Fan, an arrogant and hairy boy with Zhang Chenyuan.

"Ha ha, do you want to fight with me?"

Duan Fanxie squinted at the elders of the Sanqing religion, and a trace of contempt flashed on his face. For Duan Fan, these people are all a group of wine bags. If he wants to, he can easily kill these people.

"Kid, this is Sanqing, not your wild place. I advise you to be captured and wait for the disposal of my Sanqing patriarch Zhang, otherwise... hum!"

A middle-aged elder stood up and threatened Duan Fan.

Duan Fan didn't say anything, just glanced at Tingyu.

Ting Yu met and smiled beautifully. She was as beautiful as a peach blossom. She raised her hand slightly and slapped her gently. Then she knocked the middle-aged man who spoke to the ground and couldn't get up.

When all the people around saw this, they couldn't help but look shocked and took a step back. They all stood behind Zhang Chenyuan and glared at Duan Fan and Ting Yu.

When Zhang Chenyuan saw this, his expression was still gloomy, but a light flashed in the depths of his eyes.