Chu Mingzi roared, and he was so shocked that many monks in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion threw away the exercises in their hands.

"The Scripture Pavilion is not allowed to make loud noises, leave the Scripture Pavilion by yourself, and you are not allowed to re-enter the Scripture Pavilion for half a step for half a year. ”

Still the voice as clear as water, Zhou Zhi walked towards Chu Mingzi.

"Get out of here! Lao Tzu is in a bad mood today! I don't want to talk. Chu Mingzi stood up decadently and was about to leave.

This is the evil nature in Chu Mingzi's heart! Moody. If you are happy, it doesn't matter if you are scolded, if you are not happy, the world seems to him, and it is all owed to him.

Zhou Zhi was like a tool to enforce the rules, even if he was scolded, when he saw that Chu Mingzi was leaving, he didn't say a word, but got out of the way.

"What are you, dare to yell at our senior sister like that......"

"Hurry up, get out! You are not allowed to step into the Scripture Pavilion for half a step in the future. ”

This kind of humiliation seems insignificant to Zhou Zhi, who enforces the rules, but in the eyes of the monks on the side, it is greater than the sky for a person to live a breath and be humiliated.

Chu Mingzi, who was about to step out of the Scripture Pavilion when he was walking slowly, stopped in his footsteps.

"If you're in a bad mood, you're going to vent! It just so happened that you guys who don't have long eyes bumped into each other again. ”

Chu Mingzi slowly turned to face the monks, changing the decadence that was originally due to his inability to understand kung fu, his back straightened up, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, and a momentum rushed out of Chu Mingzi's body.

"Drink, though your sin is not deadly, but you will have to suffer a little, so that you may know that you are called forbearance. ”

As soon as one of the monks in the crowd screamed, a flying sword flew out in the blink of an eye, rushing towards Chu Mingzi's thigh.

That man was like a leader, and after he flew out with a sword, some of the monks of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion also used a few spells.

This was a matter of an instant, and Zhou Zhi didn't even have a chance to stop it.

Chu Mingzi closed his eyes and opened his arms into his fist, raising his head slightly, as if to meet the flying swords and spells in the air.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent. Even if those monks couldn't bear it, they could only fight hard, thinking that it would be a big deal to apologize.

There are also some female cultivators who can't bear to see the next bloody scene and close their eyes.

Everyone is artificial, this is Chu Mingzi's helplessness and compromise to admit mistakes.

However, the expected screams and blood did not.

The moment the spell hit Chu Mingzi's body, it dissipated with clouds, and those flying swords were pressed against the appearance of his body, and it was difficult to advance an inch.

"When Lao Tzu killed the peak foundation building monk, you were still struggling with the Qi Condensing Mirror, how dare you deceive me if you are only a mid-foundation building monk. Chu Mingzi's slightly tilted head suddenly put down, and his eyes opened.

The originally open arm suddenly retracted, and directly folded the several flying swords on his chest into two pieces in a downward motion.

How the monk's flying sword can be used at will is to sacrifice a trace of his own essence and blood.

Chu Mingzi broke their flying swords, and it was like a sledgehammer smashing into their hearts.

There were only some monks with better hearts, and the flying sword sent out hit Chu Mingzi's leg, but they escaped the catastrophe.

Those monks who were broken swords all spurted blood, looked depressed, and hurriedly swallowed a few pills to breathe.

This scene was really too impactful, and there was a trace of shock in the eyes of those monks in addition to anger.

For a while, it was quiet, and no monk played any more spells.

"If you don't fight, it's my turn!"

As soon as the words fell, Chu Mingzi stepped out, clenched his fists and struck with a gust of wind, like a thousand pounds of energy pulling mountains and rivers.

After all, the monks who have cultivated to the foundation building mirror are not stupid, and in a hurry, some monks sacrifice magic weapons, and some monks use magic techniques to form a shield.

But there is no place for their preparation to play their abilities.

With the time buffer, Zhou Zhi was already holding a light three-foot long sword in his hand.

Xiu Hand lightly waved the long sword like a water curtain, leaving a thin blue line in the air, and in a short time, a large net was formed, blocking Chu Mingzi's punch.

"That's enough, please stop it, those disciples who attack without permission will be punished, Your Excellency, please stop and don't make things bigger. Zhou Zhi spoke calmly and lightly stopped Chu Mingzi with a punch.

"My cultivation is to do whatever I want for the attention of the public, and remember that Hugh will tell me to do things in the future. ”

At the same time, Chu Mingzi clenched his fists again, and this time an iron fist was condensed on his fist, which was the condensation in the "Wan Jun" exercise.

Rumble............

The big net was shattered by a punch, and Zhou Zhi retreated backwards with both feet in the air, and then swung his sword when he retreated.

The blue lines left by the long sword swirled and fluttered in the air, wrapping around Chu Mingzi's arm, strangling out tiny line marks.

Avoiding its edge and fighting and dragging, the monks who had retreated to the side couldn't help but cheer loudly when they saw Zhou Zhi.

Chu Mingzi spread his legs on the spot, stepped off his horse and shouted.

Forcefully retracted his arm, and the tightly wound blue thread forcibly pulled out a layer of skin on Chu Mingzi's right arm.

Tick tock......

The bloody right arm that stopped in the air made some female monks scream in surprise and closed their eyes and didn't dare to look, and some male cultivators also felt unbearable.

"Stop it, fellow Daoist, I will also apologize to you, I don't dare to seriously hurt you. Zhou Zhi stopped and spoke calmly.

"You're like a low-class gambler, you win a little and run, you can't gamble! If you hit me, you want to run, but it definitely won't work." ”

Chu Mingzi performed a peerless step, and his body rushed towards Zhou Zhi like a sharp sword.

Zhou Zhi still wanted to distance herself, but this time she understood what a man's speed was.

Puff ......

Zhou Zhi, who was already ready to resist a hard blow, finally had another expression on Wan Nian Bing's face, and she looked at Chu Mingzi lying on the ground with a shocked expression.

Even Chu Mingzi himself didn't expect that he would faint while running.

I heard a sentence in a trance before I fell unconscious.

"Are you the one who inherits the Blood Ring?"