Being led by the nose by a group of disciples in the Qi cultivation period, Ming Hai was already very dissatisfied in his heart, but he didn't expect that now in front of all the disciples, Xiao Juan began to play tricks on himself again, and his chest was full of anger, Huo Di stood up, stretched out his hand and pointed at Xiao Juan and said sharply: "Luo Xiaojuan, what do you want to do?"

"I want to eat!" Xiao Juan raised her tearful little face and said seriously, and the disciples were in a daxiao.

Ming Hai's lungs were about to be blown up, and with a bang, a ball of blue light flew out of his body, his eyes widened angrily, his face was hideous, and he said sharply: "Eat, eat, eat, you know to eat, you are an immortal cultivator, and you are not a mortal, where do you need to eat? Don't think that your brother is a disciple of Qingyang Master Ancestor and can do whatever he wants here with me? Tell you, even if your brother arrives here, you must obediently obey the orders of this seat?"

Xiao Juan seemed to be frightened by Ming Hai's fierce appearance, stood up, quickly took a few steps back, and pouted, as if she was about to cry again.

Ming Hai only felt that his head was buzzing, and he had a strong urge to kill the girl in front of him with one palm, and his palm was raised, but he couldn't help it!

Unexpectedly, Luo Xiaojuan just opened her mouth, but she didn't cry, on the contrary, a strange expression suddenly appeared on her face, as if she had encountered something extremely happy, and wanted to laugh, but she didn't dare to laugh.

Immediately afterwards, the black eyes and bones rolled wildly, and he slowly straightened his waist, the tears on his face were not dry, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a strange manner: "I don't know what Uncle Minghai should call my second brother?

There was a palpable sarcasm in the words!

On the other side of the boulder. Da Niu and Wang Lung stood up at the same time, their faces gloomy. One after the other walked towards Xiaojuan.

For a time, there was silence on the top of the mountain!

Feel the oppressive atmosphere. All the disciples stood up and watched, and seven or eight young disciples followed behind Wang Lung and Da Niu without thinking about it, and walked towards Xiaojuan. The other disciples only hesitated for a moment, and then followed, only the five old and serious people quietly retreated into the distance, seeming to have a non-supportive attitude towards the impending dispute!

After cultivating in the Yuding Sect for more than two hundred years, Ming Hai had never encountered such a situation where a low-level disciple openly confronted the elders of the Jindan Period, and he couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

Before that. Every time the Yuding Sect sends out disciples, they are drawn from various sub-peaks and various functional halls. One of the important reasons for this is that these disciples who are not familiar with each other should be allowed to supervise each other, so as to prevent the phenomenon of collusion and embezzlement of the interests of the sect.

This time, ninety percent of these disciples came from the Spirit Rune Hall, and most of them were elite disciples from the various peaks to which the Spirit Rune Hall belonged. Far away from the Yuding Gate with abundant spiritual energy, stationed abroad for thirty years, the impact on cultivation can be imagined, and it is very likely that he will not be able to enter the Jindan realm because of this.

These disciples were already full of complaints. Along the way, he was repeatedly reprimanded by Ming Hai, and he was even more dissatisfied, but Xiaojuan was also unconvinced. Fueling the flames here, for a while, the relationship between everyone and Ming Hai was in tension.

Among the two dozen disciples. Tianxiu and Tianli have eight disciples, including Wang Long, Da Niu, and Xiao Juan. There is also the relationship of aquatic, and there is naturally no fear of the Ming Sea.

Ming Hai saw more than a dozen disciples standing in front of him in a demonstrative manner. Fan shaped himself in the middle, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "What are you doing?

Wang Long's handsome face was like a layer of frost, blocking Xiao Juan's body, and said in a deep voice: "How dare I rebel? I'm afraid that the master wants to kill my fellow disciples! Along the way, the master sneered at our disciples, like enemies, insulting our masters from time to time, and now they are disrespectful to the ancestors of our own sect, is this an example for the master of the sect? The disciples now wonder if the master is a disciple of Yuding? Is there any deep hatred with the Spirit Rune Palace? Do you want to take out anger on us and take the opportunity to take revenge!"

The series of questions is said crisply!

Another gray-haired old man said: "When this sect was in trouble, we fought to the death with the enemy, where was Uncle Shi at that time? The disciple only remembers this disaster, Uncle Shi's disciples were the first to flee from Yuding Mountain, and the casualties were the smallest in the door, it seems that Uncle Shi has not lost his mana because of this, and his supernatural powers have soared, and now he has the strength to bully us!"

After that, his eyes swept over a few other disciples not far away, and he said sharply again: "The disciples of Tianji Peak have all stood up, when this sect was in trouble, Shizun desperately saved our lives, today Senior Uncle Minghai insulted and Shizun one after another, we want to ask Senior Uncle Minghai to give an explanation!" Hearing this, four monks immediately walked towards the old man.

"Don't talk nonsense with him, I can't wait for Tianmu Mountain, now I'll go back to the sect to find the masters to comment on the reason, if you are with a person with a narrow temperament like him, I'm afraid you won't be able to stay in Tianmu Mountain for thirty years, and your life will not be guaranteed!" Another well-dressed young disciple in a brocade robe stretched out his hand and pointed at Ming Hai, and said angrily, and even the word "master" became "he".

Although this disciple only has the cultivation of the fifth level of Qi cultivation, there are two bulging storage bags hanging on his waist, one left and one right, it seems that it is not the elite disciple of the Immortal Cultivation Family, or someone who has a lot to do with the Jindan period monks in the Yuding Sect.

For a while, the crowd was excited, and many people sacrificed the magic weapons in their hands. As early as when Wang Lung was speaking, Da Niu had already sacrificed an earthy yellow spear weapon in front of him, and in his other hand he was holding a primary-level talisman seal to prevent the Ming Sea from breaking out.

There is an obvious gap in the mana realm between the Qi cultivation period monks and the Jindan stage monks, if there are sixty or seventy Qi cultivation period disciples or these twenty or more disciples are all Qi cultivation at the sixth or seventh level, such a close distance, Ming Hai is afraid that he still has to consider one or two, but unfortunately, the disciples standing in front of him now, except for the three disciples of the seventh level of Qi training, are all young disciples of the fourth or fifth layer of Qi training, Ming Hai will naturally not be afraid.

In the face of the indignant crowd, Ming Hai slowly calmed down, smiled, and said: "Finally showing your true face? It seems that Senior Brother Mingde is right, you think that Senior Uncle Xuanguang sat in Yuding Mountain during the siege of the three factions, and made great achievements, so he can ride on the heads of the disciples of the other palaces to make a fortune? It seems that if you are not taught a lesson, you will not know your identity, and you will not know how to respect your teacher!"

After that, the big sleeve waved at will, and with a "boom", a ball of blue light gushed out from the sleeve, covering the disciples in front of him, where the blue light passed, the eight or nine closest disciples suddenly had their whole body mana condensed, and they couldn't move their hands and feet.

All the disciples changed color, but they didn't expect Ming Hai to really move, and as soon as they came up, they banned everyone's mana. At such a close distance, where can you cast a spell to dodge, and not let it be slaughtered?

For a while, the spiritual light in the crowd flickered, and the disciples who could move flew back one after another, and one by one they quickly sacrificed the magic weapons in their hands, and the five-colored light flashed in the air, and more than a dozen magic weapons flew towards the Ming Sea.

Far away, the five disciples who remained neutral saw that the situation was not good, and they had already smeared oil on the soles of their feet and took the opportunity to slip away!

"The pearl of rice grains, also shines!" Ming Hai said contemptuously, he didn't look at the dozen or so magic weapons that flew over at all, the sleeve of his left robe just shook slightly, and after the blue light, a strong surge out, a cyan vortex the size of a zhang appeared in front of him, and more than a dozen magic weapons were suddenly trapped in the whirlpool, unable to move, and instantly lost his mind with his master, and his wailing turned into a few inches in size, and Ding Ding fell in front of Ming Hai.

"Do you still want to run? Since you dare to go against this seat, you have to think of the end in advance!" Before the words fell, Ming Hai's right hand was raised, and a puff of green light rose from his hand, and a slender flying needle four or five inches long was faintly visible in the blue light.

No matter how far or near they were, the more than 20 disciples, without exception, all fell to the ground, their whole body true qi could not circulate in an instant, their mana was completely lost, and they couldn't even stand up straight!

"Hah!ha!ha!ha! Then he whispered a low and obscure incantation, and as the incantation sounded, the cyan flying needles in everyone's bodies began to jump and swim around along the meridians, and the painful and itchy taste began to rise in everyone's body!

Screams and moans rang out from the top of the mountain.

Ming Hai showed a smug look on his face, stretched out his hands, looked to the right, as if his right hand was a supreme magic weapon, and then slowly raised his head, looked at everyone, slowly clenched his fists, and said coldly: "For hundreds of years, no one in the Yuding Sect has dared to be so disrespectful, and if you commit it, hum, does the 'green ant needle' taste good?

Zuihou looked at Da Niu, Wang Long and Xiao Juan, a hint of sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Why don't you scream? Why don't you make trouble? To tell you the truth, based on your actions that you have just committed, according to the rules of this door, not to mention letting you taste some hardships, it is not too much to kill you one by one!"

When he looked at Wang Lung, who was clenching his teeth, a cold glint flashed in his eyes!

Although Xiao Juan continued to provoke, the disciples seemed to be led by Wang Lung.

"I'm afraid you don't have the guts!" Wang Lung said coldly, more than 20 disciples are here, even if they really make a move with Ming Hai, Ming Hai will not dare to kill all of them, not to mention that it is Ming Hai who is the first to do it now.

"Okay, okay, this seat is going to kill today, what can you do to me!" Ming Hai laughed angrily, stretched out his hand, and there was an extra five-foot-long cyan sword in his hand, which was his natal magic weapon, the Qingying Sword.

End of this section. Happy reading! (To be continued......)