As if this punch could not vent all the hatred in his heart, the second punch followed the first punch and slammed into the rough trunk.

Third Punch...... Five Fist ...... Eight Fist ......

Punch after punch, Long Zun swung his fist at the trunk of the tree as if he didn't know the pain, and deep in the Adam's apple, let out a beast-like roar.

The dead leaves of the tree fell on the ground around him, and the sawdust on the trunk scattered with the impact of the fist, and the fist left, and the surface of the trunk could be seen stained dark red with blood.

Looking at the joints where his fist slammed into the trunk of the tree, the flesh on it had cracked, revealing bright red flesh, and blood marks were revealed between his fingers.

As if he didn't feel pain, he kept waving his fist, pounding on the bark outside the trunk, punch after punch.

"If you beat it down, your two hands will be useless. A voice of vicissitudes of life sounded inexplicably behind Long Zun and clearly entered his ears.

"Who?" Long Zun suddenly turned his head, his eyes wide with anger, and his red eyes were bloodshot, like a monster waiting to devour people.

"Oops, I'm scared to death old man. ”

I saw a pale white phantom swaying twice in the air, covering his shoulders with his hands crossed, leaning back, pretending to be frightened.

Long Zun's eyes froze, and his face hung with hatred, and then he became dumbfounded, and his face was stunned and stunned.

I saw that in front of him was a pale white phantom in the shape of a human, as if it was a cloud of mist, without a sense of solidity, the phantom floated in the air, as if it could be blown away by blowing a breath at will.

His gaze followed the pale white phantom body and looked down, suspended on the ground were two paws as white as snow, without a trace of flesh and blood that a human should have.

Immediately after, his face suddenly turned pale, whiter than the two soles of his feet in sight.

"Ghost ...... Ghost...... Ghost. Long Zun pointed to the pale white figure in front of him, and it took a long time for him to stammer.

The trembling legs almost threw him to the ground, but fortunately there was a tree behind him, barely supporting his body, so that he would not sit on the ground in shame.

"Ghosts, where are ghosts?" the pale white phantom looked left and right inexplicably, and finally pointed at himself with his hand, "Are you talking about me?" Don't worry, don't be afraid, I'm not a ghost. ”

It's okay not to say it, but as soon as he said that Long Zun couldn't hold on, his body slid down the trunk of the tree and fell to the ground, his upper and lower teeth trembled at each other, and he stammered: "Ghost...... Ghost. ”

"Ghosts!" the pale white phantom reached out and rubbed his chin, and then nodded, "Sort of!"

"Hell!" Hearing the pale white phantom's affirmative answer, Long Zun tried to crawl in the direction behind him with both hands and feet, hoping that his father and mother would have a few more legs.

Within a few steps of crawling, he felt the top of his head hit something as soft as cotton wool, but his body could not move forward in the slightest.

Just as he wanted to look up, suddenly a huge force came from the top of his head, which directly knocked him back to the bottom of the big tree like a rubber ball, rolled twice, and sat on the ground.

Only then did he realize that what he hit was not cotton wool at all, but the body of a pale white phantom.

"Don't be in a hurry to go, I still have something to say to you, old man, don't you want to cultivate Xuan Li and become a cultivator?" The pale white void image is a demon holding jelly beans to bewitch a child, in a word, saying that Zhonglong Zun's heart is the greatest wish.

At this moment, Long Zun's eyes were full of panic and fright, and his brain had not yet recovered from the hellish fright.

"Oh no, someone's coming. The pale white phantom glanced at the corner in the distance, and finally fell back on Long Zun, "Boy, think about it, if you want not to be bullied, go to a place where no one is and shout three old people, and then I will appear." ”

As soon as the words fell, the pale white void was a fog blown away by the wind, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Looking at the empty air in front of him, Long Zun, who was sitting on the ground, rubbed his eyes vigorously, just like a dream, it came and went quickly.

Shaking his head, he got up from the ground and smiled bitterly, suspecting that he hated a man so much that he hallucinated, thinking that he had seen a ghost.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps in his ears, and when he looked up, he saw a man dressed in sackcloth walking out of the corner not far in front of him.

At this time, the subordinate also noticed that Long Zun, who was standing under the tree, suddenly had a sneer on his originally plain face, and when he passed by Long Zun, he snorted coldly.

At this time, Long Zun just stood under the tree stupidly, not caring about the expressions of the people passing by at all, and the words he had said before the pale white phantom disappeared in his dream echoed repeatedly in his mind.

One of them is 'Someone's coming.'"

Not long after these words were spoken, a subordinate did walk around the corner in front of him.

The cool breeze brought by the air flow blew past Long Zun, and his body couldn't help but shiver, only to find that his back was already soaked in cold sweat, and a trace of cool air came out.

"Ahh

The subordinate who was alarmed by the shout looked back in surprise at Long Zun, who was fleeing in the wilderness, sneered disdainfully, and said in his heart, it is worthy of being a waste that the Long family has seen once in a century, and he was actually scared away by one of his own subordinates.

Thinking of this, the subordinate raised his head, took a big stride in all directions, and left proudly.

Long Zun, who ran back to the small courtyard where he lived, threw himself on the bed, panting heavily, and it took a long time to catch evenly.

Lying on the head of the bed, the more he pondered, the more he felt that something was wrong, where did the ghost come out in broad daylight, could the ghost not even be afraid of the sunshine and haunt at will.

Thinking of the pale white phantom that floated in mid-air, he shuddered, but a sentence couldn't help but echo in his mind, which was the bewitching words that the pale white phantom had said before he left, making him a cultivator.

This sentence was like the bell of Zhongshan Temple, echoing in his mind over and over again, constantly bewitching the deepest longing in his heart.

He shook his head vigorously, trying not to think about it, to forget the words, but his brain would chew on the words repeatedly, like a magic sound, arousing the desire in his heart and making him want to stop.

Before he knew it, he was slowly falling asleep.

The sky was just hazy, and a nightmare of the destruction of the dantian woke Long Zun from his deep sleep, and sat on the edge of the bed sweating profusely, sweat beads like transparent pearls, slowly falling down the sides of his cheeks on the bed quilt.

"Long Chong!" he gritted his teeth and whispered Long Chong's name, and the two palms that were tugging on the corners of the quilt seemed to be too strong, almost tearing the quilt in half.

After a while, I don't know what he thought, he lifted the quilt on his body, got up and left the small courtyard where he lived, left the Long family alone, and set foot on the road to leave Zhulin Town.

The moon turned white in the night sky, and a warm light appeared in the eastern sky, and Long Zun came all the way to the west side of the town, a few miles away, on the bank of a river.

Looking left and right, there was no one around, and he walked down the embankment and stood on a flat spot on the bank of the river.