The coffin maker is in a hurry, if only one more soul trace item would be able to go back even further, and he can enter the palace before everyone else is in the rain and sunset, and grab a futon.

But he still tried his best to rush to the main hall, after working hard for so many years, the soul trace power that he had finally saved up must not be wasted like this.

Panting and rushing into the palace, looking inside, he almost fainted on the spot, the number of people in the hall was not much, there were exactly seven people, six men and one woman.

It was just a little bit worse, just a little bit, and it was still slow in the end, he felt a sadness, his nose was red, and tears couldn't help but flow down.

Or did it fail?

The seven people in front of them were very surprised when they saw him crying, what was the matter with this person, he should be happy to come here to listen to the sermon of the sermon, why did he still cry?

Thinking that there was only one missing, the coffin maker cried even more sadly, this feeling is like you could have planted a 200 million yuan grand prize, but there was only one missing in the middle, and there was no penny.

Happiness is so close and yet so far away.

The coffin maker collapsed on the ground of the main hall, thinking of the sad place, he couldn't help but beat the ground with his hands, crying was sad and desperate, and his liver and intestines were broken.

"This fellow Daoist, why are you crying?"

The coffin maker took tears and snot: "There is no seat, there is no seat......"

"My family lives far away, I haven't caught up, do you have any kind Taoist friends, give me a seat."

At this time, everyone present did not know what it meant to have a futon seat, but they all knew that the seat was very important, so that they could get close to the preacher, and if they sat close, they could ask questions to the preacher.

For a while, none of the six men and one woman answered.

"Please."

The coffin maker immediately knelt on the ground and bowed.

This is the position of a saint, let alone kneeling, calling his father, the coffin maker will not blink.

"This ......"

Seeing this, the six men and one woman present were all surprised, and they couldn't imagine that the person in front of them would fold themselves so much just to ask for a seat, and they couldn't help but sigh.

But no one gave up their seats.

Just when the coffin maker was a little desperate, a rough voice came: "Let me give you my seat." ”

Joy from the sky.

He looked up, but saw a familiar face, Lei Zu of Haiping Extreme Heaven, at this time, of course, he had not become a real Lei Zu.

He suddenly remembered one thing, this Lei Zu looked hot-tempered, but he was actually a good man, according to the records of later generations, this Lei Zu originally had a futon, but later gave it to someone else.

"Thank you, thank you......" The coffin maker kowtowed desperately to thank him.

Lei Zu's position is actually very high, ranking third.

"Wait!"

When the coffin maker was about to sit down, a man rushed in from outside the hall and shouted, this person's gray hair was fluttering, and he was full of sword energy, and it was no one else who rushed to come, it was Zhang Fan. It's so dangerous, and it's finally arrived.

The people in the hall suddenly saw a person appearing, and they were all looking at him in surprise. Zhang Fan's gaze also swept over them, many familiar faces, people under the trees, the little saint of the Confucian Academy, the one in the sea and the sky, and the one in the Immortal Mountain, Lei Zu.

When he saw the only woman present, Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, he couldn't believe that it was actually Shui Zixian, but he didn't know this Shui Zixian at all, and he also looked at Zhang Fan with a curious face, and there was a little disgust in his eyes.

"Lei Zu, you can't give up your seat to him!" Zhang Fan said.

"Rezu? Who is Rezu? "Lei Zu is not Lei Zu yet, a little confused.

The coffin maker was anxious: "Why are you meddling, he took the initiative to give it to me, and you have no right to ask." "Seeing that the meat was about to reach his mouth, another moth appeared.

Zhang Fan said: "Why should I stop it, you don't know psychologically? ”

"Get acquainted and give up your seat, or else...... You'll regret it! ”

If the coffin maker gave up, Zhang Fan still had the heart to spare his life and send him back to ancient times, after all, he was not a murderer.

The coffin maker laughed angrily: "This is the dojo of the preacher, is it possible, you still want to kill people here?" ”

"Are you looking for death?"

Even if he offends the preacher, Zhang Fan will never let the coffin maker become a saint, the consequences caused by this are really terrible, after seeing that Shui Zixian is also here, he knows this better, at this time, the female Zixian should not have the ability to travel through time and space, in case it affects her, it may be too micro Sect may cease to exist, such a consequence is not something he can bear.

The coffin maker was taken aback, what kind of strength Zhang Fan had, he knew that even the saints had been taught a lesson by him, not to mention him, and hurriedly shouted: "Daoist, Daoist ......"

At this call, all the faces of the people present changed, which alarmed the preacher.

"Look for death!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and he slashed over with a sword.

The sword burst into the hall, and a white light shone brightly.

"Who dares to make a noise in the temple?"

The voice of the preacher came, the preacher came out, and when he saw this situation, the little sage of the Confucian Academy moved in his heart, and wanted to sell himself in front of the preacher, and shouted angrily: "Bold, you dare to do it in the preacher dojo, and you are extremely presumptuous." Unexpectedly, a finger pointed out, shooting at the sword.

With a bang, two forces collided together!

Zhang Fan didn't expect that the little saint of the Confucian Academy would make a move, so this sword did not contribute, after all, it was the dojo of the preacher, in case the dojo was destroyed, the preacher was angry, and if he didn't say it, it would simply cause great changes in the world. The little sage of the Confucian Academy looked down on Zhang Fan, and he didn't use all his strength, this finger passed, although Zhang Fan's sword turned into invisible, but he himself was shocked and retreated several steps.

With a crisp sound, the little saint of the Confucian Academy, who was shaken back, crashed into the desk at the far end, and there happened to be a glass lamp on the desk, which fell from the desk and shattered with a pop.

"What are you doing?"

The preacher had already come out, and when he saw that his Taoist leader had become a mess of porridge, his face turned red with anger.

When they saw the preacher angry, they didn't dare to squeak.

His eyes fell on the broken glass lamp, and he said angrily: "You actually broke my glass lamp, you, you ......"

"Let's go, you're not welcome here."

The little sage of the Confucian Academy shouted: "Taoist, wronged, Taoist...... It was this person who killed people here, and I wanted to stop him, so I accidentally knocked over the desk and broke the glass lamp. ”

The preacher said, "I only saw that you knocked over the long case, and the glass lamp was broken by you, so go ahead." ”

The little saint of the Confucian Academy is like ashes: "But ......"

"Needless to say!"

"Boy, take his futon."

The boy responded and took the futon, and the little sage of the Confucian Academy hated and destroyed it in his heart at this time, but he didn't expect that the sycophant was not filmed, but he lost his futon.

Zhang Fan said: "This is called death. ”

If he didn't make a move, how could he have such a thing. can only say that he deserves it, this not only harmed himself, but also cheated Zhang Fan, if he didn't make a move, he would have killed the official a long time ago, then all the troubles would be solved, and he would leave here quickly. The problem is solved.

Now that the preacher is present, how can he let him kill the coffin man.

The little saint of the Confucian Academy withdrew from the main hall in despair, suddenly, he remembered something, and the whole person flew towards the air under the main hall, he wanted to find all the broken glass lamp fragments and repair them, only in this way could he have the opportunity to return to the main hall to listen to the preacher preach.

"Who are you, actually killing people in the dojo?"

The preacher was so stern that there was no doubt that the people present were speaking out again.

Zhang Fan didn't dare to talk nonsense, for fear of affecting the future, seeing that Zhang Fan couldn't say why for a long time, the preacher shook his long sleeves and turned around: "Since I don't want to say it, I'm not interested in knowing, but in my dojo, no one is allowed to make noise, and whoever dares to make trouble again will confiscate the futon." ”

Zhang Fan was entangled in his heart, what should he do, should he kill the coffin maker, but the preacher was in front of him, he wanted to make a move, and he might not kill the coffin maker, but he himself would definitely die.

Seeing that Zhang Fan was still there, the preacher said, "Why are you still stunned, you don't sit down yet, I'm going to start preaching." ”

"Me!"

Zhang Fan pointed to his nose in astonishment, in front of him, it was the seat vacated by the little saint of the Confucian Academy.

I'll go, what a rhythm for this.