"Elder Taoist Qingxuan's disciples sure are plenty, but they're all a bunch of straw bags!"
Wu De disdainfully curled his lips, allowing his voice to reach the ears of the two hundred disciples of Qingcheng Temple around him.
These disciples of Qingcheng Temple were all proud and arrogant, and being described by Wu De as "straw bags," how could they not be enraged? They also knew that the strong enemy that had come must be these three people, two laymen and one monk. They began to clench their fists and rub their palms together, eager to try their skills.
"Dongxu, what's going on here?"
With an imposing look on his face, Taoist Qingxuan strode forward, glanced at Fang Bai and his two companions, and sternly asked the middle-aged Taoist at the initial stage of the Profound Level.
