The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

The Taoist priest refused without hesitation, "Tracking with spiritual power is something only the elders of our sect can do, and our elders have been in retreat for five years, but you can ask, this Taoist priest of the Mishan School , can he do it?"

The two sects seem to have had a feud for a long time.

The young master uncle of the Mishan Sect didn't look good when he heard that, he said coldly: "I can't do it either."

The Taoist priest wearing a dark yellow robe twitched the corner of his mouth: "Changqing Taoist priest, a man cannot say that he is not good enough."

The Taoist priest of the Mishan sect took up the Taoist name Changqing, and people outside also called him Changqing Taoist priest.

This Taoist priest in a dark yellow robe also came from a great sect called the Purin Mountain School, and his Taoist name was Yun Qi.

It was also a great sect several decades ago, but since their elders died and were injured, until the last elder retreated five years ago, this sect can be said to have truly declined.

Although for these ordinary people, Daoist Yun Qi's ability is enough to make him sought after.

But for a big faction, they are now alone and helpless.

What's more, in this society, people now advocate studying for college entrance examinations and earning money to support their families. Most people would never consider sending their children to their sect to learn magic. Those who have no talent come here to learn how to prolong life.

What's more, those who are naturally good seedlings are now being recruited by the Mishan Sect.

Their sect has indeed developed into a great sect.

Logically speaking, the two sects were self-sufficient. At most, everyone maintained the superficial harmony out of courtesy, but this superficial harmony was also torn apart after the Mishan sect robbed several businesses.

Sure enough, after listening to Daoist Yun Qi's words, Daoist Changqing, the junior uncle of the Mishan School, became even more downcast.

Although they are Taoist priests, they are not monks. They can have worldly desires, and even get married and have children.

Like Daoist Yun Qi, he himself has a wife, son and daughter.

Unfortunately, although this Changqing Taoist priest also has a wife, he only gave birth to a daughter. I don't know where I heard that this Changqing Taoist priest has always wanted a son.

Daoist Yun Qi has no patriarchal thoughts, he treasures his daughter, but this does not prevent him from using this matter to ridicule Changqing.

I don't know what kind of throne the family has to inherit, so I have to worry that no one can continue my blood.

Chang Qing snorted coldly: "Is this the only thing Daoist Yun Qi can't find the murderer?"

Yun Qi: "You can go ahead."

Feng Rui: "..."

Qin Luoshu: "..."

Feng Rui's expression was not good. He didn't spend money to invite these masters here to watch them bicker.

"So is there anything we can do now?" Feng Rui asked with a frown.

He has a lot of aura, otherwise he wouldn't have ruled that group of brats so submissively.

Daoist Changqing closed his eyelids, and took out a mahogany sword from the cloth bag with a pair of white hands.

The first thing Su Nanzhi noticed was his hands, those hands were so slender and white that they didn't look like the hands of a middle-aged man.

The second thing he noticed was his mahogany sword.

If Xiao Taomu is here, it may immediately jump up and say, "Who is this ugly thing, how could it be of its kind".