A sharp-tongued woman travels through a book and changes the ruthless Taoist female cultivator

The atmosphere was tense for a moment, "Shada, Shada", Elder Samp slowly walked towards Yun Yueqing.

Every step closer brought her one step closer to death.

As Elder Samp stood behind Yun Yueqing, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Wen Chu Ning added more fuel to the blazing fire and bowed deeply to Elder Samp.

"Elder Samp, everything you do is for the greater good of the people."

"I know you value talent, but isn't the greatest significance of talent to save the world from disaster?"

"This small sacrifice is for the sake of achieving a greater cause. After all, there is gain only when there is sacrifice. Your actions are beyond doubt, and no one in the world will criticize you."

Wen Chu Ning made excuses for Elder Sang Pu, which completely concealed the remaining sympathy that Elder Sang Pu had for Yun Yueqing.

Elder Samp's eyes became firm. He slowly raised his hand and a ball of dazzling light gathered in his palm. It was a terrifying energy that only a strong person in the Spirit Transformation Stage could control.

Yun Yueqing wanted to dodge, but her body seemed to be nailed to the spot, and her legs were out of control and she could not move.

She wanted to raise her hand to block, but her arm felt numb as if it had been compressed from sleeping, and she had no feeling at all.

"Dead Hand, move!"

Yun Yueqing screamed silently, but something even more desperate happened, and she could no longer make a sound.

The light in Elder Samp's palm was ready to burst forth, and at that moment she had the aura of a living being half dead.

"Oh, I have to die here today. What a shame. After all, I haven't even thought of my last words yet."

As the light shone out, Yun Yueqing was thinking about where to bury herself and how to carve her epitaph...

"Boom!"

The expected pain did not come, but it was the loud noise that made Yun Yueqing's eardrum hurt.

"Woo-woo--" With a long sound, it suddenly exploded.

Because of her injury, Wen Chu Ning was blown away even further and higher this time.

It was like a broken plastic bag, tossed around by the palm wind, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Yun Yueqing was shocked and staggered back a few steps. When she was about to fall, a slender and strong hand grasped her slender waist.

When she looked up, she saw Xiao Yirao's cold eyes filled with deep worry, and Yun Yueqing's heart began to beat faster and faster.

She experienced the fluttering feeling in idol dramas.

Yun Yueqing wanted to put aside this rebellious thought towards her uncle-master.

In her mind, she silently made up an excuse for herself, "Maybe this is just the drawbridge effect at work."

Xiao Yirao's heroic rescue of the damsel in distress is different from many other TV drama plots.

He did not take the opportunity to hold Yunyue in his arms and act out a love scene.

He just used his gentleman's hand to gently support Yunyue and steady her body.

He let her go in a hurry without even meeting Yun Yueqing's burning gaze.

Elder Sangpu looked Xiao Yirao up and down and said, "You are so young, you have reached the Great Perfection of the Spiritual Transformation Stage. Could you be the disciple of Venerable Xukong?"

"It is me, Xiao Yirao. Since you want to eliminate my Seventh Squad, you should fight me since we are at the same level, instead of bullying the younger generation from here."

"I've heard that Samp is highly respected, but seeing him today, he's just like that."

After Xiao Yi spoke for a while without using any respectful words, the deep and shallow grooves on Elder Samp's face gradually became hot.

At his age, he could be Yun Yueqing's great-grandfather. Now that he has been exposed, he is so ashamed of bullying this little girl who is just over a hundred years old that he wants to find a hole to crawl into.

Seeing Elder Samp remained silent for a long time, Xiao Yirao ran out of patience and said in an unhappy tone, "Samp, I'm talking to you, why are you silent?"

Song He couldn't quite hear what they were saying, so he moved closer to take a look.

Unfortunately, just as he got next to them, he heard the young-looking Xiao Yirao dare to call Elder Samp by his name, which made him furious.

He raised his index finger towards Xiao Yirao very rudely, and once again started scolding him in a lecturing tone, pointing and pointing.

"How can you be so ignorant, little brat, to address the elder by his name? Where did you learn from? You have absolutely no knowledge of etiquette!"

Elder Samp gave Song He a look that could only be understood but not expressed in words, indicating that he should be careful with his words and stop talking.

After receiving the eye contact, Song He had a different opinion. He felt that Elder Sangpu was thanking him for teaching the younger generation a lesson for him.

After all, Uncle Sangpu is a kind person. He doesn't like to scold the younger generation and is unwilling to argue with others.

Song He then scolded more and more vigorously, "You young people don't know how to respect your elders. If I were your master, I would have whipped you long ago to serve as a warning to others!"

Song He had already circled around Xiao Yi, sizing him up again and again. "Who are you pretending to be so arrogant for? You know you should be polite when you see an elder like me."

"Have you said enough?" Xiao Yi's powerful aura made Song He shiver unconsciously.

But Song He still refused to give in, grinning and showing his uneven teeth, "You! You kid, you dare to talk back!"

Xiao Yirao sneered, "Since you like ranking people so much, I'll tell you clearly that according to seniority, you should call me uncle."

Song He stomped his foot so hard that it made a loud thumping sound. "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Xiao Yirao raised his eyebrows and looked at Elder Samp, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Samp."

He once again called Elder Sangpu by his name, provoking Songhe once again.

Song He uttered a low "Hmph!" and fixed his expectant eyes on Elder Samp. He longed to hear a negative answer from Elder Samp.

However, Elder Samp simply nodded gently, "He is the disciple of Venerable Xukong. According to seniority, you should indeed call him uncle."

"I am of the same generation as Xiaoxian's nephew. There is nothing wrong with him calling me by my first name. Songhe, please stop messing around."

Song He's mouth twitched, "This..." At this moment, his toes had already dug out a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment.

Yun Yueqing hated this talkative old man the most, so she took two steps forward and laughed at Song He.

"Old man, didn't you shamelessly ask my great-grandmaster to do this and that? Why don't you yell now?"

"What does this have to do with you, little kid?" Song He waved his hand, avoiding the subject.

"Then whether my great-grandmaster uses honorifics when asking others to use them is none of your business!"

"You just said that we should respect our elders, but why don't you respect my uncle-master as you said? After all, he is your elder, so why don't you just call him uncle and let him hear it?"

Song He was completely defeated, his face flushed with anger, "You...don't go too far!"

[Ding! The supporting character's defense is broken, and 200 points of luck are obtained.]

Song He suddenly jumped up and punched Yun Yueqing in the face, but she dodged it lightly as if she had expected it.

"Brother Tong, use your luck to improve your soul and body."

[Ding! Successfully promoted to the Spiritual Transformation Stage, usable for 3 minutes]

"You're still as black-hearted as ever, but that's enough."

Song He was still in a strong state, so Yun Yueqing had enough confidence to deal with him within three minutes.

That’s right, Yun Yueqing wanted to kill Song He. She couldn’t let go of someone who had the intention to kill her.

Yun Yueqing was not afraid at all when fighting one against three, so now in a one-on-one battle, he naturally beat Song He and forced him to retreat step by step.