"Old Li, how dare you be so reckless in front of the main hall of the Celestial Sword Sect!"
Jiang Yuan stood on the Clear Wind Sword, his mind controlling the Bright Moon Sword to flick Old Li by the back of his neck and toss him aside.
"Immortal Child, save me!" Zheng Lang looked up and saw that the one who came was indeed the small teacher who had taught him the Paperman and Paper Horse Skill, and felt a warm bit of grievance rise in his heart.
He immediately, with a pout of his white beard, indignantly complained: "Look and judge for yourself, this scoundrel actually denies the magic you passed on, claiming I'm not a cultivator..."
"Of course you are not a cultivator." Jiang Yuan coldly huffed without holding back: "The day I taught you the Paperman and Paper Horse Skill, how did I instruct you?
