The middle-aged man wearing a shabby cotton jacket and a few strands of white cotton wool floating on his sleeves was slightly silent for a moment, and looked at Ke Bei, with a faint smile on his gentle face.

The breeze blew by, and the weeds on the middle-aged man's ragged straw sandals were slightly whirling. The middle-aged man looked down at the straw sandals. There was a hole in the straw sandals, and his thumb with black mud shrank slightly inward, as if he felt the breeze was a little cold.

A few weeds on the straw sandals were slightly whirling, and the middle-aged man took a step casually. This step seemed very ordinary, but the middle-aged man suddenly appeared in front of Ke Bei.

"Hold it."

The eldest brother handed Ke Bei the Blood Abyss Order that was swept by the burly man Jiuman to Ke Bei. From beginning to end, his eyes were as calm as an ancient well.

"Thank you, senior brother."

Ke Bei took over the Xue Yuan Ling and smiled. He knew very well that Jiuman was going to be in trouble. This senior brother seemed very gentle, but in fact, he was definitely a very cruel character when he started to fight.

The three strong men at the peak of the Purple Eye Jinxiu Clan were mostly destroyed by the "gentle" three fingers of the eldest brother.

"Do you know what the token you just rolled away represents?"

The middle-aged man slowly turned around and looked at the burly man Jiuman's expression - as calm as ever - gentle.

The height of the 20-meter-meter-old, with a bulging muscle, and the burly Jiuman as a hill suddenly trembled in horror. His strong body seemed to have lost all his strength. He opened his mouth, his lips as strong as a rock, moved slightly, trying to speak out, but when facing the seemingly gentle middle-aged man in front of him, he never dared to speak.

the fat is in the fire!

Jiuman was cold in his heart, and he secretly glanced at Ke Bei. Until now, he was still a little confused. Isn't Luke just a titled Palace Master? Why would the legendary master of the Temple suddenly appear?

"If you don't know, I'll tell Long..."

The eldest brother's face was still gentle, and he calmly commented on Jiuman. What was strange was that the Jiuman was obviously tall and had a burly body, but in the face of the eldest brother's gentle gaze, he actually felt like he needed to look up.

Not only Jiuman felt strange, Ke Bei and the old man in gray were also a little surprised. The middle-aged man was not tall, but no one dared to look at him. Under his calm and gentle gaze, he could only look up!

"The name of that token is Xueyuan Ling, Xueyuan Ling represents the teacher..."

The eldest brother looked at the burly man Jiuman calmly and did not say anything more, but his meaning was clear. When he heard the three big words "Shiyuan Ling", his body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes were filled with fear. He looked back at the elegant palace behind him. In his eyes full of fear, he knew that if the person behind him did not show up today, he would be doomed.

Blasphemy of the Blood Abyss Order is a serious crime!

"Plop"

Without hesitation at all, the burly man suddenly knelt down.

"The Nine Man knows the crime."

This burly man lost all his pride, like a naughty child who was punished by his parents and his body shivered in the breeze.

"You can know the guilt and confess your guilt, so you know something."

The eldest brother said gently.

"If you don't go in... if you are guilty, you will be punished!"

The eldest brother slowly stretched out the very clean-white palm in the cotton jacket and gently pressed it towards Jiuman's head.

"Brother Wan Jian, can you give the little girl a thin face..."

Just as the eldest brother Wan Jian's palm was about to fall to Jiuman's head, a delicate and crisp voice slowly came from the elegant pavilion. At the same time, the bamboo door of the elegant pavilion slowly opened. A woman wearing a plain white palace skirt, with her black hair tied up high, and a jade hairpin was inserted on her head. A woman about thirty years old walked over.

Ke Bei looked at the woman walking out of the bamboo building, his eyes narrowed slightly. This woman could allow a strong man with the peak cultivation level of the Void Realm to guard the gate, and he must be an extremely powerful existence. Hearing the woman's voice, Ke Bei turned his gaze to the eldest brother, and guessed in his heart that he didn't know if the eldest brother would give this woman a little thin face.

Of course, Ke Bei doesn’t want the eldest brother to give the woman a face, because if Senior Brother Dan gives the woman a face, then he will lose face!

The eldest brother's next move did not disappoint Ke Bei. The eldest brother Bai Guan's palm did not stop because of the appearance of the woman. It was still slow, but it was unswervingly pressing towards the head of the burly man Jiuman.

Click~

As the eldest brother Bai Fan's palm fell, fine cracks suddenly appeared on the burly and powerful body of the burly man's tower!

"I'm going to use your ten thousand years of cultivation, and I hope to take this as a warning."

The eldest brother slowly withdrew his palm and turned around calmly, without looking at the woman's eyes.

"The courtesy cannot be abolished."

The middle-aged man walked to Ke Bei, looked at the woman with a calm look, and said softly.

"Why……"."

—The woman in Xisubai’s palace dress looked at the burly man who was lying on the ground and sighed slightly, then walked to Ke Bei, bowed to the elder brother, and then looked at Ke Bei.

"The little woman has no idea about Mount Tai and her family slaves do not understand etiquette. I hope your highness will not blame him for any offense."

"Save people!"

Ke Bei ignored the beautiful woman and said in a low voice. He knew that the woman called him His Highness, not because he was the winner of the titled Palace Master, but because of the Young Master of the Temple!

As the third direct disciple of the Temple Lord, Ke Bei is qualified to be proud and qualified to be respected as His Highness.

—After the beautiful woman in white was facing Kebeis, she respectfully took Bingyou over and walked into the elegant loft with Bingyou in her arms.

"Senior Brother, what level has your cultivation reached?"

After Bingyou was taken to the pavilion by a woman to treat, Ke Bei felt relieved, so Ke Bei felt relieved, walked to the eldest brother, asked with a flattering smile on his face, and asked in a pleasing manner.

"Half-step perfect..."

The eldest brother smiled gently.

"Half-step perfection?"

Ke Bei was a little surprised. He had fought with the Temple Lord and had a golden thigh battle suit to protect his body. Ke Bei did not feel how strong the Temple Lord was at that time. Even after seeing the senior brother taking action, Ke Bei even had an illusion that the senior brother was a little stronger than the Temple Lord, so he asked.

"Who is stronger than your teacher?"

After a moment of silence, Ke Bei asked again.

"Of course the teacher is strong!"

The eldest brother spoke without any hesitation, and then looked at Ke Bei, as if he could see Ke Bei's doubts in his heart, and then explained.

"The teacher is perfect in the virtual realm..."

The eldest brother raised his head slightly and looked at the light red void. His expression suddenly became a little cold. The probability of the white fluff being exposed on his cuffs was curled by a breeze, and it swirled and flew towards the distance.

Among them, the thread of Bai Xu flew into the palm of the eldest brother Bai Jun. He lowered his head and looked at Bai Xu lying peacefully out of the palm. The eldest brother suddenly said recklessly.

"Although the teacher is very strong, the teacher is old..."

The eldest brother sighed in a low voice, then ignored Ke Bei, stepped lightly, stepped out, and his body disappeared instantly.

Ke Bei looked at the direction where the eldest brother disappeared, frowned slightly, and felt guilty in his heart... The eldest brother Wan Jian was very good to him. He helped him twice, and this kindness was very heavy, and Ke Bei was just someone who didn't like to owe favors!

"Master ghost... I have recorded this favor from Ke Bei. In three years, no matter what the Blood Abyss Realm becomes, I will not let anyone touch you!"

After a moment of silence, Ke Bei sat cross-legged on a bluestone, looked at the old man in gray standing respectfully beside him, and waved his hand slightly.

"You go back first."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The old man in gray looked at Ke Bei deeply. He knew that there would be more places in the temple in the future and he would never be provoked. The old man in gray bowed respectfully to Ke Bei, and then slowly retreated until he walked out of Ke Bei's sight before he dared to turn around and leave.

The proud and burly man just now coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood, trembled his body, slowly got up, walked to Ke Bei, and knelt down directly.

"Your Highness, atone for your sins!"

The burly man lowered his head and knelt in front of the bluestone.

"You get up."

Ke Bei opened his eyes and looked a little sighing. His current strength is equivalent to that of a strong man in the mid-level realm, but because of the identity of the third direct disciple of the Temple Lord, a strong man with the peak cultivation level in the virtual realm will willingly kneel in front of him.

This is power!

But Ke Bei could not enjoy the pleasure brought by power with peace of mind, and could not accept this calmly, because he was Ke Bei and he was an earthling!

"Thank you for not killing me!"

The burly man stood up and said in a gulp, but at the moment when he stood up, an extremely obscure murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and then the killing intent was hidden very well by him.

If Ke Bei had not practiced the secret method of Earth Soul, he would not have been able to detect it. The hidden trace of murderous intent was very good, but without if, Ke Bei sensed it, but he did not show any expression, his expression was still calm, he slowly closed his eyes, and silently practiced the secret method of Earth Soul.

The burly man turned around silently, looked at Ke Bei, and stood in front of the elegant pavilion again, standing like an iron tower.

"Hmph, what about the direct disciple of the Lord of the Temple? Without strength, I am not qualified to surrender my Jiuman!"

The burly man's eyes flashed deep in the depths of his eyes, and his cold murderous intent was flashing.

He is the peak powerhouse of the Void Realm, he is Zi Lan's family slave. In the temple, even Zi Lan's family slave, he still has his own pride!

"Don't let me Jiuman find a chance, otherwise, even if you are the direct descendant of the Lord of the Temple, as long as you don't have the strength, I will definitely kill you!"

Jiuman had no silky expression on his tough face, but his murderous intent appeared in his heart.

"Oh, after all, strength is the fundamental... Without strength, no matter how high the status is, it cannot be convinced!"!~!

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