My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

I saw that Lu Zijia, who was supposed to be crushed by powerful pressure, now seems to be nothing, standing stably without any difference, and even his face has not changed in the slightest.

Not only the others present were shocked, even Luo Baode, who just wanted to help Lu Zijia relieve the pressure, couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

Obviously, he never thought that Lu Zijia would be able to resist the pressure of a sixth-level ancient martial artist.

Lu Zijia didn't seem to notice the strange eyes of everyone looking at her, and she played the role of a well-behaved junior leisurely.

"All sit down."

The middle-aged man sitting in the main seat was the first to speak, and at the same time glanced in the direction of the old man who released the coercion, obviously to let him not go too far.

The old man was a little embarrassed when he failed to get off the horse, but when the middle-aged man looked at it, his old face suddenly turned iron blue.

However, as if he was scruples, the old man kept his face tight and did not attack on the spot.

Luo Baode was not restrained, and sat down frankly according to his words, as did Lu Zijia.

The Taoist Qing Xuan, who originally wanted to see the fearful appearance of the two of them, couldn't help but feel extremely depressed.

Forget Luo Baode, a little yellow-haired girl is so calm, she is so mad at him!

"Friend Luo, you must already know what this meeting is for. Do you have anything to say?" The middle-aged man sitting in the main seat said to Luo Baode quite pleasantly.

Before Luo Baode could speak, the Taoist Qingxuan snorted coldly, "Humph! The evidence has been conclusive, so what else can I say? Mr. He, are you trying to favor your own people?"

Daoist Qingxuan's straightforward words made the middle-aged man, Mr. He, change his face slightly.

"Fourth elders say carefully, I believe that Mr. He is not a partial person. If what you say is true, Mr. He will naturally give you justice."

Sitting on the left side of the main seat, the old man with black hair and black beard who was over fifty years old spoke with a serious expression.

After a pause, his indifferent eyes swept over Luo Baode and Lu Zijia, and then said, "But if it's just a misunderstanding, I hope that the fourth elder can also give justice to fellow Taoist Luo and this little fellow."

This old man is the current head of the Maoshan Sect, Tang Zheng, with a seventh-level Guwu cultivation.

Hearing what Tang Zheng said in front of him, Mr. He unconsciously frowned slightly, and after listening to what was said in the back, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't know the truth about this matter, he believed in Luo Baode's behavior and would never be an evil cultivator.

It's just that the person who identified Luo Baode as an evil cultivator is the elder of the Maoshan sect, and even Tang Zheng, the head of the Maoshan sect, has come in person, so he can't just fool the past, so he can only let the two sides solve it face-to-face.

Of course, it would be great if it could be resolved peacefully.

Tang Zhengzheng's words made Mr. He feel relieved, but it made the Taoist Qingxuan black.

However, Taoist Qingxuan did not refute it himself, but gave the eldest disciple beside him a wink.

Yuan Luo received his master's instructions. Although he was a little nervous in his heart, he still stood up bravely, "Reporting to the head, Luo Baode and Lu Zijia used a sinister trick to sneak up on my master, causing my master to be seriously injured and his cultivation to go backwards. Absolutely.

The disciple saw it with his own eyes at the time, and asked the sect master to seek justice for the disciple and master, and to eliminate the harm of the martial arts world, so as to avoid more people suffering from their poisonous hands in the future! "