Chapter 322 Mu Zhishan

Qin Shaochen was naturally very interested.

He walked to the side of the cylinder and observed it carefully.

The runes on the cylinder were obviously much more complicated than the basic runes he had learned.

But now he had a certain understanding of runes and could still understand some of the changes.

He was watching with great interest when he suddenly heard a hoarse voice in the room.

"Junior Brother Zhou, Elder Zhou, long time no see, I didn't expect you to return to the sect today."

Qin Shaochen turned his head and looked.

The person who spoke was a skinny old man sitting.

His hair and beard were sparse, and he looked sick, and he looked even uglier than Zhou Ziyao.

This person had been sitting on the second floor for a long time.

He should know Zhou Ziyao.

But when Zhou Ziyao came up, he pretended not to know him.

At this time, he started talking again inexplicably.

Zhou Ziyao snorted coldly, ignored him, and didn't even look at him.

It seems that although the two know each other, they don't have a good relationship.

The skinny old man didn't care and continued to talk nonsense.

"Junior Brother Zhou, do you believe that when I return to the mountain this time, I will definitely be promoted to the first-level elder of the outer sect."

"By then, you, a third-level elder, will be far inferior to me."

"Do you know why?"

The skinny old man pointed to a strong man beside him, laughed, and said:

"It's because of him."

"This is a disciple I accepted three years ago."

"I'm not afraid to tell you that my disciple is not simple! He is not only a martial artist in the late stage, but also has trained the gray stone skin. Ordinary martial artists are unlikely to be his opponents."

Qin Shaochen was very interested when he heard this.

He couldn't help but look at the strong man a few times.

I saw that he was not really old, maybe only in his twenties or thirties. It's just that his head was half bald, which made him look a little old.

"Based on this, if I bring him back to the sect, I can get a second-class sect reward."

"Plus, I am now at the peak of the late stage of the Great Martial Master. It is almost certain that I will be promoted to a first-class outer sect elder based on my merits."

The skinny old man became more and more proud as he spoke.

"But you don't have to be unhappy. Senior brother's promotion is also a good thing for you junior brothers and sisters."

"In the future, if you have any difficulties, come to me for help. As you and I are brothers, I will not ignore you."

At this point, he laughed a few more times, and his pride was beyond words.

Zhou Ziyao sneered.

"Mu Zhishan, what are you bragging about?"

"Just based on the big fool next to you, you also want to get a second-class reward. Are you crazy about promotion?"

The skinny old man Mu Zhishan glared.

"Zhou Ziyao, you haven't been back to the sect for too long?"

"Have you even forgotten the rules of the Medicine Sect?"

"Our elders on duty outside can get a Class C reward as long as they can accept a disciple who has mastered the green wood skin."

"If the disciple accepted can also master the gray stone skin, he can get a Class B reward."

"My disciple has already mastered the gray stone skin. As his teacher, I can naturally get a Class B reward!"

"Pah!"

Zhou Ziyao's face was full of contempt.

"Whether or not the gray stone skin is great is not determined by you, Mu Zhishan. It will only count after passing the test of the cold wind and blazing fire array."

"If you pass, it will naturally be a great gray stone skin. If you fail, you will be burned to ashes or frozen into a ball of ice. There is no second-class reward."

"You should stop daydreaming and pray to God to bless your stupid disciple, right?"

"Bullshit! Zhou Ziyao, you are getting bolder and bolder. You dare to disrespect your senior brother like this."

"You said my disciples are stupid, but I think your disciple is stupid."

"After going upstairs, he didn't sit properly, but pretended to look at the teleportation array."

"Can he understand that kind of super-grade array?"

"Not only stupid, but also a pure idiot!"

Qin Shaochen was stunned. He didn't expect that the skinny old man named Mu Zhishan quarreled with Zhou Ziyao and inexplicably scolded him.

Although he could tell that the other party was an outer sect elder of the Medicine Sect, his status must be high.

But he didn't want to hold back.

"Hey, crazy old man surnamed Mu, who do you say is stupid?"

"This young master is studying the teleportation array, what's your business, why do you have to say anything?"

"You don't understand it yourself, so you say that others don't understand it either. This young master thinks that you, an old man, are stupid, a complete fool!"

Qin Shaochen was also very rude when he scolded people.

Mu Zhishan's face turned pale with anger.

"You stinky boy, do you want to die?"

"It is a serious crime to disobey the elders according to the rules of this sect. Even if I beat you to death here, I won't say anything to anyone!"

"Come on, you stupid old man, this young master is not afraid of you!"

Qin Shaochen was not afraid at all.

He had already seen that Mu Zhishan was just a peak of the late stage of a great martial artist.

He was indeed a master.

But recently, he has been fighting with masters every day, sometimes several times a day, and he has long been used to it, so what is there to be afraid of?

"You..., you..."

Mu Zhishan stood up angrily, pointing at Qin Shaochen, his fingers trembling, and he could hardly speak.

With his status, it was obviously not appropriate to teach a junior a lesson in such an occasion.

"Master, you sit down, let me take care of that ungrateful brat!"

The half-bald young man beside him stood up with a bang.

First, he took down the big knife that was slung across his waist and put it on the chair, indicating that he didn't need any weapons.

Then he rolled up his sleeves.

When Qin Shaochen saw this, he was immediately refreshed and quickly rolled up his sleeves.

These days, he has been rushing on the road non-stop and has been bored to death.

Now someone wants to fight him, which is naturally a rare good thing.

"Master, come quickly, there are people fighting here. It's exciting to watch."

Before the two of them started, a somewhat rough but obviously female voice sounded at the stairs.

It was a woman in black who was speaking.

The woman looked quite young, but she was tall, with a square face, wide mouth, big eyes and a high nose. The whole person looked more like a heroic man.

There was also a single knife on her waist.

It looked wide and big, twice as big as the half-bald young man's knife.

Hearing the woman's shout, the half-bald young man seemed a little hesitant, not knowing whether to start immediately.

Although Qin Shaochen wanted to punch the other person in the nose first.

But there were many onlookers around, and he was a little embarrassed to take the initiative.

"You two are really promising."

"We haven't seen each other for a few years, and you just met and you instigated your disciples to fight."

"You are really worthy of being my good junior brother."

As she spoke, an old woman with white hair trembled and walked up from the stairs.

As soon as her head popped out, she started to speak.

"If the master knew that his two disciples did not forget to fight fiercely on the way to congratulate him on his 120th birthday, I wonder if he would be more relieved and happier?"

Mu Zhishan and Zhou Ziyao's faces changed, glared at each other, and snorted coldly at the same time.

But they walked to the stairs at the same time and saluted the old woman who had just come up.

They shouted in unison:

"Big Sister!"

The old woman shook her head in dissatisfaction.

"You two are masters, and you are disrespectful all day long. Why do you want your disciples to be like you, and beat people up at every turn?"

"Do all the disciples of our Black Stone Peak like violence so much?"

Mu Zhishan lowered his head and dared not speak.

Zhou Ziyao smiled and said flatteringly:

"Big Sister, the boy who wanted to beat people up just now is indeed an outer disciple of our Medicine Sect, but he is not my disciple."

"He wants to beat people up, it's his own business, it has nothing to do with me."