My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

Chapter 172

Zhong Qing naturally didn't linger on Sun Wanshan for too long. Holding the carving knife in his hand, he waved his hand and said leisurely, "It will only take half a minute!"

Not long after, the world's first mahjong set was born.

Four people sat at the mahjong table.

From time to time, the sounds of four bamboos and five thousand could be heard from outside the yard.

"Old beggar, playing cards requires respect for the rules. What do you mean by holding eighteen cards?"

"Xiao San'er, give me fifty thousand, and I'll give you something nice."

"Yuwen, you old bastard, can you still have fun? You're in my lower house, and you keep running into my cards. What's the point?"

"Zha Hu, you're such a fucking bastard..."

The small courtyard is filled with a happy and lively atmosphere.

The charm of mahjong was fully demonstrated for the first time in another world.

The three holy land ancestors were extremely interested in this new type of game.

But having fun and making noises aside, as for their technology...

Zhong Qing said he didn't want to comment further!

Before long, the three great ancestors who lost were left with only a pair of shorts on their bodies.

While everyone was having fun here, Sun Wanshan had already returned to the sect.

"Master, has this trip gone smoothly?"

An elder stepped forward and asked respectfully.

When this matter was mentioned, Sun Wanshan's face became uncomfortable and gloomy, as if water was about to drip out of it.

If I leave now, the sect will be destroyed by me.

He made no response.

He only said: "Gather the sect leaders, I have something important to announce!"

The elder didn't think much of it and just assumed that his clan leader was unhappy because of his son's affairs.

Then he went to gather people.

quickly!

All the top leaders of Haohan Sect gathered together!

in the hall.

Sun Wanshan takes the first place in the high seat.

There were about a hundred people below, sitting on both sides.

"Master, we have all heard about Xiaoyu's situation!"

"Please accept my condolences, Sect Master!"

Someone spoke to comfort him.

For some reason, Sun Wanshan felt furious when he heard the news about that evil boy.

Others betrayed their fathers, mothers and families, but this evil son directly dragged the entire sect into an abyss of no return.

It is said that people's joys and sorrows are different.

The people below obviously couldn't understand Sun Wanshan's sorrow.

Still talking about Sun Yu.

"Xiao Yu is a talented child with high aspirations and a broad vision. Give him some time and he will surely become a leading figure in our Haohan Sect. It is not impossible for him to lead our Haohan Sect to a further step forward."

"Who would have thought that God would be jealous of talented people?"

An elder sighed!

however.

To Sun Wanshan, these words undoubtedly sounded like irrelevant.

His face was even gloomier than before.

however.

But still no one caught Sun Wanshan's expression.

"Master, has the thief been killed?"

Another elder at the bottom of the ranking immediately spoke with murderous intent.

"That fellow actually dared to commit a crime on the territory of my Haohan Sect! Have you investigated the forces behind him? I am willing to lead my men to destroy his sect and avenge Xiaoyu!"

As soon as these words fell.

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Fuck you."

A rage burst out from Sun Wanshan, and in a rage he slapped the elder.

The elder was caught off guard and was beaten into a pulp by Sun Wanshan in an instant.

"If anyone of you says another word, this will be your fate!"

"Don't mention revenge anymore."

The sound mixed with a strong breath spread throughout the entire hall.

Everyone was stunned.

Especially when he saw the elder turned into meat paste, he was full of confusion.

"What the hell is going on?"

However, seeing Sun Wanshan's appearance, no one dared to ask a question.