Chapter 420 My apprentice is too useless

  Northern Wilderness, Piaomiao Palace.

  The forbidden area in the back mountain, the ancestral monument.

  After the eldest son Fengye returned, he came here directly, ignoring the orders of the sect's senior officials and not bothering to talk nonsense with them.

  Because of the crazy incident last time, he even killed himself if he got ruthless. No one from the top management dared to stop him and watched from a distance.

  "The Holy Son practices forbidden arts and becomes possessed. I don't know when he will regain his sanity. Alas!"

  "The Holy Son loves Liu Lingran, and the Holy Girl falls in love with Wu Junyan. They are all related to Qingzong."

  "Today's Qingzong is in a precarious situation. Don't get close. Although the Piaomiao Palace has some background in the Northern Wilderness, if it is involved in the tide of the world, it will be deeply involved and may be in danger of destroying the sect." "

  I hope the Holy Son can understand this truth, don't do it You are determined to have your own way."

  Hundreds of elders stood in the air, their eyebrows sad.

  The holy master's name is Yi Qianran. He is wearing a black robe and has a solemn expression. He lowers his eyebrows and stares at the eldest grandson Fengye standing at the ancestral monument with a heavy heart.

  Since the Liu Lingran incident occurred, there has been a gap between Changsun Fengye and his master Yi Qianran, and the relationship between master and disciple has become a huge problem.

  Asking herself, Yi Qianran really didn't mean to bully Liu Lingran back then. She just wanted to stop Liu Lingran's thoughts and not mess up the eldest grandson Fengye's path of cultivation.

  Unexpectedly, an elder in the sect was good at making opinions and caused a disaster.

  well!

  As the leader of a sect, Yi Qianran cares about face very much and has not bowed her head to apologize yet.

  The master apologized to his apprentice, unable to lose face. Moreover, he was afraid that after apologizing, he would not be forgiven by his apprentice, which would be even more embarrassing.

  On the top of the mountain, the eldest grandson Fengye reached out and touched the ancient ancestral monument.

  The first feeling is rough, as if the traces of time are flowing through the palm.

  Changsun Fengye carefully looked at every trace of the ancestral stele, his eyes were like abyss, his white hair was floating gently, and there were a few strange auras exuding from his body.

  The elders far away in the void seemed to sense something was wrong. They felt slightly uncomfortable and their eyes gradually changed.

  "Bang!"

  Suddenly, the eldest grandson Fengye punched the ancestral monument.

  "What is the Holy Son doing?"

  The sudden change made everyone frown and their hearts tremble.

  "Bang, bang, bang..."

  Changsun Fengye punched again and kept hitting the ancestral monument. The power of the punch gradually increased and the speed became faster and faster.

  Holy Lord Yi Qianran and other senior officials looked at this scene and looked at each other with doubts in their eyes, not knowing the situation.

  "The ancestral stele has been around for many years and is indestructible. What does Feng Ye want to do? Self-harm?"

  Yi Qianran frowned, very puzzled.

  Although everyone was confused, they did not stop the eldest grandson Fengye.

  In the eyes of everyone, the Holy Son is a complete lunatic. You must not provoke him and let him do what he does.

  "Boom, boom, boom..."

  Changsun Fengye's fist cracked and a few strands of blood flowed out. Even so, it didn't stop.

  His eyes are firm and his punches are fierce.

  Deep in his heart, there seemed to be a faint voice, guiding him to attack the ancestral monument.

  There is only one purpose, and that is to break the ancestral monument.

  As long as the ancestral monument is broken, you can control your own destiny and embark on a path that truly belongs to you.

  "Do you want to stop the Holy Son?"

  "If this continues, the Holy Son's hands will be useless. Even if you take careful treatment in the future, it will have an impact on the body." "

  The ancestral tablet has traces of ancient laws. If the Holy Son's When the body is injured by ancient laws, its foundation will most likely be shaken, and the consequences will be extremely serious."

  A few hours later, seeing that the Holy Son had no plans to stop, the elders began to worry.

  Yi Qianran felt the gazes from the elders and was about to give an order. She could not let the Holy Son continue to act recklessly.

  Just when Yi Qianran opened his mouth, something happened.

  "Boom!"

  There was a loud noise, and several pieces of gravel powder flew away.

  Everyone was attracted by the sound and looked sideways.

  A picture came into view and shocked everyone.

  On the ancestral monument, a groove appeared, which was punched out by Changsun Fengye.

  "This..."

  Everyone present had experienced strong winds and waves, but at this moment, they were extremely shocked and shocked.

  "The ancestral stele... is broken into pieces."

  Even though he was the Holy Lord, he couldn't help but tremble all over and his eyes widened.

  "It is recorded in the sect's ancient books that the ancestral stele was made by an ancestor who spent a lifetime of effort. It is indestructible and serves as a stele for the sect." The

  ancestral stele in the Piaomiao Palace was shattered.

  Moreover, it was broken into pieces by Changsun Fengye, who was still relatively young, with a pair of physical fists. If this news spread, no one would believe it.

  There are several detailed records in the history books. The Piaomiao Palace has faced many crises, and it relied on the ancestral monument to tide over the difficulties.

  "Bang! Bang!"

  Changsun Fengye didn't care about so much, he only had one thought in his mind: smash it!

  "Don't damage the ancestral monument, stop the Holy Son!"

  Although they didn't know how the Holy Son did it, the elders could only suppress the shock in their hearts and tried to stop him.

  Once the ancestral stele is damaged, it will have a huge impact on Piaomiao Palace.

  "Whoops -"

  Suddenly, an extremely powerful pressure came from the depths of the forbidden area in the back mountain, knocking all the elders back.

  Everyone steadied their bodies and turned their heads to look into the depths of the forbidden area, with a hint of awe in their eyes.

  Then, an old man wearing rags came from the depths.

  He has a thin body, more than a dozen holes in his clothes, and only a few dozen hairs left, swaying in the wind. His face was old, his skin was yellow, his straw sandals were a little tattered, and a few of his toes were still exposed.

  Dress up in an eclectic way and don't care about your own image.

  The old man is the ancestor of Piaomiao Palace and the current strongest person. Likewise, he was also the previous Holy Master of Piaomiao Palace. His cultivation level was so high that he might have touched the Divine Bridge.

  For many years, the old Holy Lord has been living in seclusion in the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain, unable to come out. Counting the time, it has been thousands of years.

  Even if the current Holy Master asks for an audience, he is turned away every time.

  At this moment, the old Holy Lord appeared for the first time, frightening everyone to bow and salute: "See you, ancestor."

  "Master."

  Holy Lord Yi Qianran was very excited, suppressing the joy in his heart, holding his fists and saying .

  "This child..." The old Holy Master ignored everyone and his attention was attracted by Changsun Fengye. His eyes flashed and his expression changed. He turned to Yi Qianran and asked: " Who is he?"

  "My disciple's apprentice, the current Holy Son of Piaomiao Palace."

  Yi Qianran's mouth twitched slightly, and she was speechless.

  You really don't know anything about the affairs of Piaomiao Palace!

  Also, the old Holy Lord has been in seclusion for thousands of years and has never cared about the outside world. The old Holy Master had no knowledge of the major events that had occurred in recent years.

  "You...accepted a good disciple." The old Holy Master looked at Changsun Fengye, his eyes shining with brilliance, and murmured: "Unlike me, the disciple you accepted is too useless." "

  ... ...."

  Yi Qianran laughed awkwardly and did not dare to refute.

  When the elders heard what the old Holy Lord said, they all bowed their heads and kept silent.

  Compared with the old Holy Lord, the Holy Lord is indeed much weaker.

  "Master, this kid is a little crazy. If he is not stopped, he may destroy the ancestral monument."

  Yi Qianran said.

  "If he can really destroy the ancestral monument, it will be a great blessing for Piao Miao Palace."

  There was a trace of expectation in the eyes of the old Holy Lord.