Leng Chuan looked at Shi Xu's arrogant tone, snorted with disdain, and murmured softly: "Well, are today's juniors all self-respecting guys? A mere second-generation infant-transformed kid actually dares to threaten the fourth-generation

Fan Zhang, who is in the middle stage of infant transformation, is really mentally ill..."

"ah!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream made Leng Chuan's tone freeze and his expression suddenly changed.

At that moment, Leng Chuan felt a dim light as bright as the red sun suddenly light up. Not only was his vision disturbed, but his soul felt as if he had been exposed to the scorching sun, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Even though Leng Chuan was ten feet away from Shi Xu, he could feel the momentum. Staring into Shi Xu's eyes, Leng Chuan was in extreme pain. He covered his eyes tightly with both hands, squatted on the ground suddenly, and then rolled around wildly, mouthing

Let out a series of shrill howls.

Shi Xu's eyes were clear and he said: "I told you that you would be sad, but you just didn't listen!"

Chu Zhu, who was standing in front of Bei Feng, took a step back and looked at Bei Feng warily. He did not want to be treated like Fan Zhan.

Tong Yi pursed her lips and smiled. At such a close distance, Shi Xu must have been merciful. Otherwise, not only would Fan Yi's eyes be destroyed, but even the very foundation of his soul would be burned.

The barefoot old ghost curled his lips and still said nothing, playing with the wooden stick in his hand.

Leng Chuan took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and glanced at Shi Xu coldly. He immediately waved his right hand and grabbed Fan Zhang.

The howl of the gun had just subsided.

"My eyes, my soul, hurt so much, so painful. Senior Brother Leng, help me teach this kid a lesson. He plotted against me!"

Fan Zhuang said with a cry and pain.

Shi Xu's eyebrows narrowed and he said: "I have kindly reminded you twice, but you just didn't believe it and came close to my eyes. How can you say that I plotted against you? If I really plotted against you, you would have no power to speak now."

Bei Feng looked at the domineering Shi Xu and raised his lips. Shi Xu's performance today was very different from the past.

When Leng Chuan saw that the barefoot old ghost was indifferent, he clenched his fist. He turned his eyes to Bei Feng and hummed: "Junior Brother Bei Feng, if you have any ability, you might as well show it. I want to see what kind of virtue you have."

How can you become a disciple of the Eighth Patriarch?"

Leng Chuan said this just because he wanted to know the details about Bei Feng and others.

Fan Zhang just didn't understand Shi Xu's background and suffered a big loss just now. Leng Chuan didn't want to make the same mistake again. After all, it was really difficult to become the old ghost's disciple without any real ability.

When Chu Zhu heard Leng Chuan's question, he gritted his teeth and stepped in front of Bei Feng. He glared at Bei Feng and said coldly: "Boy, what are you capable of? Say hello to your Grandpa Chu, your Grandpa Chu... ah

…”

Before Chu Zhu finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain behind his forehead, as if he had been hit hard by a wooden stick.

Seeing this, Leng Chuan turned around suddenly and glared at the barefoot old ghost: "Eight Ancestor, what do you mean? If you want to protect your disciples, you might as well say so. Don't think that since our master is dead, you can use your power to bully others!

"

It turned out that it was the barefoot old ghost who hit Chu Zhu on the head with the stick just now.

Chu Zhu touched his head, turned around, and glared at the old barefoot ghost with resentment, bared his teeth, and looked angrily. If the old ghost without bare feet was not the Eighth Patriarch, he would have gone up to him and killed him. Who dared to attack him outside?

Saying hello to someone with a stick is simply asking for death.

The barefoot old ghost shrugged his eyebrows and said leisurely: "Chu Zhu, that stick just now was to teach you a lesson for the fourth ancestor old monster."

When Chu Zhu heard this, he blinked and suddenly felt a little baffled.

Leng Chuan also frowned. He didn't trouble Yan Lan, so he was already quite polite. He didn't expect that the barefoot old ghost would teach them a lesson for the Fourth Patriarch. What's the point?

The barefoot old ghost smiled softly and said: "Oh, Grandpa Chu, are you used to being an uncle outside? When you return to the sect, do you still want to continue to be your Grandpa Chu? If your kid is my disciple's grandfather, your

Aren’t you one generation higher than me, old ghost? Should I still call you uncle, old ghost? Your master is the same generation as me, old ghost, should he also call you uncle?”

When Chu Zhu heard this, he felt a fire in his heart, but he couldn't break out. What the old ghost said made sense, and he was indeed wrong.

The barefoot old ghost saw Chu Zhu panting and said, "Chu Zhu, old ghost, could it be that I made a mistake somewhere?"

Chu Zhu noticed the expressionless look in the old ghost's eyes, and was startled. He quickly raised his hands and said, "The Eighth Patriarch taught me the right lesson. I know my mistake. I will never dare to speak nonsense again in the future. I hope the Eighth Patriarch will forgive me!"

Although Chu Zhu said this, he was full of resentment in his heart. He had been in the sect for decades, and even the fourth ancestor had never beaten him so hard. He had been stationed outside the sect for several years, and no one dared to teach him such a lesson. Today, because of

For a mantra, he was slapped hard by the old ghost. This grievance cannot be repaid by the old ghost, and it will definitely be blamed on the old ghost's disciples.

After saying this, Chu Zhu glared at Bei Feng, his eyes cold and said: "Junior Brother Bei Feng, what are you capable of? Come to Senior Brother!"

Bei Feng's expression was indifferent, and his eyes suddenly focused. A domineering innate sword intent burst out from the sea of ​​consciousness and poured violently onto Chu Zhu's soul.

Chu Zhu's expression suddenly changed. At that moment, he felt as if his soul had fallen into a vast sea of ​​countless killing swords. The sky-wide sword intent was boiling in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Well……"

Chu Zhu groaned, took three steps back, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

After three breaths, Chu Zhu's scattered pupils gathered together, and a killing intent locked onto Bei Feng.

Bei Feng's cultivation level was not as good as Chu Zhu's, but at such a close range, Chu Zhu was arrogant. Facing Bei Feng, he only built psychic defense around his body, but neglected the defense of his soul.

Chu Zhu did not expect that Beifeng not only had a powerful soul, but also had the talent of innate sword intent. The sword intent merged with the soul. If Yanlan's thunder soul exploded with the power of thunder, then Beifeng's soul exploded with the power of thunder.

It is the light of ten thousand swords.

In fact, Beifeng can control the innate sword power more easily than Yan Lan can control the power of thunder soul.

Because, as the name suggests, Bei Feng's innate sword intent is born innately and is a gift from nature. It is an innate talent that can be possessed without any training.

Yan Lan's power of thunder soul was acquired through an even more mysterious chance.

Of course, this does not mean that Yan Lan's thunder soul power is inferior to Bei Feng's innate sword intent. The key lies in tempering it the day after tomorrow.

Dozens of miles away, the spiritual consciousness of eighteen Gangtianmen disciples has been locked in the old ghost's quiet room.

There are no secrets in the old ghost's quiet room, so there is no restriction or isolation. Any disciple of the Gangtian Clan can detect spiritual consciousness. However, under normal circumstances, no disciple of the Gangtian Clan dares to be so disrespectful.

When the eighteen disciples saw Shi Xu and Bei Feng, they defeated Fan Qiang and Chu Zhu in just one glance. Instantly, their faces showed surprise.

At this moment, Leng Chuan's eyes were completely cold, and he felt that his dignity was being severely trampled under his feet and trampled on by these new disciples.
Chapter completed!