He was like a crazy beast, constantly waving his fists, without any rules.

The smile on Bai Yutang's face became deeper and thought-provoking, and in an instant, his figure flashed and disappeared out of thin air.

Qingyun stopped the attack, swung his eyes left and right, and looked around him with vigilance for the traces of Bai Yutang.

"No need to look for it, here!"

Bai Yutang's voice came from the top of his head. He quickly looked up and called out in his heart, but it was too late.

The folding fan in Bai Yutang's hand flew out and flew out in the void, and golden lights shot out from the folding fan, forming a golden light cage, imprisoning the Qingyun in it.

Qingyun wanted to use brute force to rush out of the cage, but as soon as he touched the cage, he was retreated by a scorching wave of air and was helpless.

Bai Yutang landed gracefully, with his hands behind his back, looked at the Taoist Master Changkong sideways, and said calmly: "Master Taoist Master, this guy will be left to you to deal with next!"

After all, this matter is a matter between the two brothers, Daoshi Changkong and Qingyun, so Bai Yutang is not good at interfering too much.

After thanking the Changkong Taoist Master, he walked to Qingyun, sighed heavily, and said, "I don't know that your years are so hard. If you tell me, how could I stand by and watch?"

Qingyun's blood-covered eyes stared at the Taoist Master Changkong fiercely, "Don't say those hypocritical words, you should have thought of them for a long time, so why do I need to say them?"

Seeing that Qingyun had no remorse, the Taoist Master Changkong shook his head helplessly and ordered Song Xianqing beside him, "Please lock him in the dungeon. Except for three meals a day, no one is allowed to step into the dungeon!"

Song Xianqing nodded repeatedly.

The Taoist Master Changkong turned around, bowed to Bai Yutang, and said, "Then Mr. Bai is here!"

Except for Bai Yutang, none of the people present was the opponent of the guy Qingyun.

Bai Yutang understood and waved his sleeves, and saw that the golden lights on the cage instantly tightened, condensed into several ropes, binding Qingyun's hands and feet, making him unable to move.

And the folding fan that was flying above also flew back to his hands.

Song Xianqing escorted Qingyun away, and when Qingyun left, he said ruthlessly: "Changkong, if you don't kill me, sooner or later you will die at my hands!"

He Qingyuan hurriedly walked into the study of Master Shikong, turned around and closed the door tightly, and then said in panic: "Master, it turns out that the master master has always been fake!"

After the book case, Master Shikong heard this, and his two white eyebrows frowned and asked in a deep voice: "Where did you know about this?"

"Just just now... the disciple saw with his own eyes that guy Song Xianqing was pressing a person exactly like the master, and then I saw Uncle Fourth and Masters walk out of the library!"

The Master Shikong's brows frowned a little more tightly. This was a major event related to the Tianmen Dao, but he knew nothing, and he didn't even realize that the Master Changkong was a fake before.

He stood up quickly and said, "I have to go and have a look!"

He Qingyuan's head was as cold as a chicken pecking at rice. He quickly responded and followed the Shikong Taoist Master out of the study.

Ulan family.
Chapter completed!