In the world of cultivating immortals, people can have a 50/50 relationship with anyone

"It's Dao Tianzong's Li Taishang, how is it possible?"

"How could this kid really be Mrs. Li's disciple..."

Ding Chunzhu looked at the figure in the green shirt standing in front of Jiang Xiaobai, and muttered to himself.

"what?"

Pan Yongyan, who was beside Ding Chunzhu, also widened his eyes at this moment.

Although he has never seen the portrait of Li Zhoujun, no matter how stupid he is at this moment, he knows that the person who came is Li Taishang of Dao Tianzong.

Otherwise, Ding Chunzhu, who has always been extremely arrogant, would not have shown such an expression.

Thinking of this, Pan Yongyan was already trembling because of fear.

Damn!

Your dignified Mrs. Li's disciple, why did he go through life and death for a spirit fire pill!

"Li's disciple, do you dare to move?"

Li Zhoujun narrowed his eyes slightly at this moment, although there was no trace of aura coming from his body, it made everyone present sweat like rain.

Without him, just the name of a true immortal is enough to make monks under the Mahayana tremble.

"Mrs. Li, this is a misunderstanding..."

Ding Liangji struggled to get up from the ground, with tears on his face.

He still can't believe that the master of this poor boy is actually the youngest elder of Dao Tianzong!

"Misunderstand?"

Li Zhoujun shook his head: "If I hadn't arrived in time, my disciple might have become your dead soul, right?"

After the words fell, Li Zhoujun no longer gave a few people a chance to speak, and with a thought, three terrifying sword intents condensed in front of him, turning into three sword lights, piercing through the sky like lightning flashes in an instant. The eyebrows of Ding Liangji, Ding Chunzhu, and Pan Yongyan.

at the same time.

Lie Yanzong.

"No!"

Ding Liangji's body, who was in the secret room, suddenly widened his eyes.

The avatar was destroyed, and his body suffered a backlash.

But at this moment, he didn't care about it at all.

He even put aside the death of his granddaughter.

All because he offended Dao Tianzong's Mrs. Li!

At this moment, Ding Liang Jiguang's face turned pale when he thought of the strength of Dao Tianzong, let alone avenging his granddaughter.

If Mrs. Li didn't come to trouble him, he was already going to burn incense.

If Li Taishang finds him, I'm afraid Lie Yanzong's people will solve him without Lie Taishang's action.

As the saying goes, what to be afraid of, what to come.

Just when Ding Liangji was afraid.

The sword light of a fairy sword appeared in front of him as if it had crossed the space and the long river of time.

"no!"

Ding Liangji's eyes showed horror, he didn't want to die, he had finally cultivated to the state of transforming gods, and was looked up to by countless monks, he really didn't want to die!

……

Forest Lake.

Li Zhoujun urged a trace of Aoxue Feijian's sword intent, looked for the breath of Ding Liangji's clone, and after looking for Ding Liangji's body, he looked at Jiang Xiaobai's whole body. When he saw his hands, Li Zhoujun His brows were wrinkled.

"Master..."

Jiang Xiaobai shrank back his scarred hands with a guilty conscience.

"Did you practice it?" Li Zhoujun asked with his gaze back.

"Yeah." Jiang Xiaobai nodded and said, the scar on his hand was indeed left by practicing Burning Hand.

This exercise was also picked up by Jiang Xiaobai in the Secret Realm of Guanhai, and this exercise is extremely overbearing. Not only does it require extremely high aptitude for the practitioner, but it is also extremely abnormal to practice, requiring monks to put their hands on the spiritual fire On quenching.

It stands to reason that it is basically difficult for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to leave scars on his body.

But when practicing Burning Fire Hands, often the scars are not healed, and then they start to practice again.

So for a long time, this scar has always existed.

"From now on, I will apply this medicine after every time I finish my practice. If you are left with hidden illnesses after practicing now, it will not be good for you to improve your cultivation in the future." Li Zhoujun said at this time, throwing a bottle of elixir to the Jiang Xiaobai.

"Thank you, Master." Jiang Xiaobai said gratefully from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes were a little moist.

Maybe Master is the best person in the world to me other than my father. Although I don't see him often, every time I make a move, it is tantamount to giving myself a second life.

"By the way, Master, that woman is a disciple of the Lieyan Sect. The Dao Huashen avatar just now is her grandfather and the elder of the Lieyan Sect. There is also that man. He is the head of the Pan family in the nearby Lingding City. , Uncle Pan Yang's young son."

Jiang Xiaobai said: "Because I got a Spirit Fire Pill in a place where a Primordial Spirit cultivator sits and transforms, they kept chasing me, wanting to kill and seize the treasure."

"Who dares to kill me!"

Just when Jiang Xiao's vernacular voice fell.

A middle-aged man in a purple robe walked out of the void with a murderous intent in his eyes, holding a long steel stick. At this moment, it was Pan Yangbo, the Patriarch of the Pan Family.

But when he saw Li Zhoujun, he immediately froze in place: "Mrs. Li?"

"Ahem, Mrs. Li, do you want to watch the steel pole dance?"

"I dance beautifully!"

A flattering smile appeared on Pan Yangbo's face at this moment.

This bastard!

How could it offend this existence? !

Uncle Pan Yang couldn't bear it now, he wanted to beat his dead stupid son to death again.

Although the Pan family is one of the largest big families in Lingding City, facing the giant Dao Tianzong is still like an ant to an elephant.

In fact, Pan Yangbo didn't care about Pan Yongyan's death.

After all, he has more than one son, and the eldest son is even more outstanding.

What he cared more about was his own name and the prestige of the Pan family in Lingding City.

"Get out." Li Zhoujun looked at Pan Yangbo, who was full of flattery, with a trace of disgust flashing across his face.

"Yes, yes, the villain is going to get out, this is going to be out!"

Hearing this, Pan Yangbo breathed a sigh of relief. After nodding and bowing, he stepped into the void without daring to look back.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at this scene with admiration in his eyes. Just standing there made a cultivator of Huashen tremble with fear.

You must know that the monks in the realm of transforming gods are above Qingzhou, and they are also high-level monks!

Not to mention that the Pan family also has a Xuxian Patriarch sitting in charge!

……

The first thing Pan Yangbo did when he returned to the Pan family was to go to the Xuxian Patriarch of the Pan family to retreat, and told the Patriarch of the Pan family about Pan Yongyan.

When the ancestor of the Pan family learned that Pan Yangbo's youngest son had actually provoked Li Zhoujun, he spurted out a mouthful of old blood on the spot, and said angrily, "Good death! The bastard you gave birth to doesn't want me to be safe." Spend your old age! Daotian Shangzong's Li Taishang dare to provoke him?! If he is not dead, will he have to go to Daotian Shangzong in the future?!"

The more one reaches the level of the Patriarch of the Pan family, the more one knows how powerful Dao Tianzong is.

That is not an existence that the Pan family can contend with.

"Old Ancestor, what shall we do then?"

Uncle Pan Yang felt a little guilty, it was the first time he saw the ancestor who had always been indifferent, so angry.

The patriarch of the Pan family gradually calmed down and said: "Mr. Li is able to let you come back, it means that Mrs. Li is not a person who is easy to kill, and he can distinguish right from wrong. It must be your stupid son who made a mistake first. Go and get the family rules. Go to Mrs. Li's place to plead guilty!"

He didn't know what Li Zhoujun was thinking now.

But in order to keep the Pan family alive in Qingzhou, he could only put down his old face and go to plead guilty.

"Yes, yes, let's go." Uncle Pan Yang didn't dare to refute, so he hurriedly went to the ancestral hall to get the family rules of the Pan family, the thousand-year-old wattle.

Looking at Uncle Pan Yang who left, the Patriarch of the Pan family sighed. He only hoped that Mrs. Li could spare the life of the Pan family because of the fact that the Pan family had fought against the Hai clan on the border of Qingzhou for many years.