But when the wind blew up on the wooden house, the shattered and fluttering scene they imagined did not happen. The yellow wind seemed to hit an invisible high wall, its momentum became weaker and weaker, kept shrinking, and then disappeared without a trace.

Ho--

Everyone was dumbfounded and their eyes were dull, as if they had never seen the world before.

This wind layer is simply weird! When it is strong, it becomes stronger, and with the help of force, it can directly remove the wind force, leaving the house without any damage.

Several monks who had been blown away ran back with yellow sand on their faces and boasted brightly:

"Fellow Daoist Zhuchen's defensive spells are so superb!"

"She is worthy of being the favorite disciple of the Immortal Lord. She has advanced to this level, but I can't see the depth of her Taoism. It seems that she is several realms higher than me."

"The idea of ​​using defensive magic to strengthen the house is a wonderful one!"

"This incantation is the most wonderful! A wave of your hand by fellow Taoist Zhuchen is stronger than the spell that I, the monk Yu Yuan, can cast in a formation."

"Of course, the foundation of the number one sect in the world is beyond comparison with ours."

Zhuchenxin said that was of course, this technique was born for the wind, and she might not be able to stop it on other people, but the wind attack would be fine.

When everyone saw her indifferent expression and free and easy attitude, they felt a surge of emotion in their hearts. They couldn't help but feel ashamed of their previous coldness, arrogance and selfishness. They must have been just like a child in front of Pu Fengshan and several Taoist masters, and they couldn't stand up to the stage at all.

While they were marveling, Shi Hongci, who had gone to give advice, finally came out.

The monks thought for a moment and then remembered that there was such a person. They hurriedly gathered around and asked, "Senior Brother, how are you doing?"

Shi Hongci raised his head, with confusion in his eyes. He looked at the person in front of him for a few seconds, then shook his head.

Why is this so stupid?

"I can't tell." Shi Hongci said solemnly, "I'll think about it again."

A young man couldn't wait to ask: "Did the Immortal Master teach Yu Yuan's swordsmanship, or did he teach you personally?"

If he could point out Yu Yuan's swordsmanship, it might be useful to them. Judging from Zhuchen's previous performance, he was an extremely generous person. If they asked more sincerely, they might agree to the rumor. Wouldn't that be a great benefit?

Shi Hongci was stuck in his own thoughts. It took him a moment to understand his question and hesitantly replied: "I don't know."

"Ah?" Everyone was a little anxious, "What did the Immortal Master tell you? How could you not know?"

"Immortal respect him..." Shi Hongci moved his lips, then closed them again.

Feng Buye said that the swordsmanship he practiced was not good, that there was nothing to teach him, and that there would be no future if he taught him.

If there are a hundred common mistakes in sword cultivation, they made at least seventy. It made Shi Hongci feel ashamed.

Shi Hongci remembered that Yu Yuan's ancestor was indeed a monk with a wild path. He figured out some "little skills" in cultivation and established this sect. But in Feng Buye's eyes, the qualifications of the ancestor might not even be comparable to that of a monk.

Juniors don’t even count.

...What does this make him say?

Shi Hong's poem is: "Go back first. I'll think about it later."

Shi Hongci thought about this all night long.

He meditated in the martial arts arena and looked at the moon.

On the morning of the second day, when the sky was slightly light, the junior brothers got up one after another and gathered on the long steps at the entrance of the sect.

In the past, Shi Hongci came to summon them, but today, they rarely took the initiative, and Shi Hongci did not show up.

Everyone was about to go take a look when they saw Shi Hongci coming out from behind.

His face was as dark as water, and he was holding a broken long sword in his hand, which turned out to be his own magic weapon that he had tempered some time ago.

this……

Everyone was horrified.
Chapter completed!