"Bang!" The class bell had already rang, Chen Yifan ran in a hurry, didn't look at the road, and fell headfirst on a person and fell a fart.

He looked up, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

What I bumped into turned out to be a yellow-robed Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist bun!

The Taoist priest was a little thin, fifty or sixty years old, followed by a young man in casual clothes, like seventeen or eighteen years old.

And the Taoist priest was walking beside him, and it was the head of the school's grade!

The pot-bellied grade director was very respectful to the old Taoist priest and kept smiling, but at this time, when he saw Chen Yifan rushing over and bumping into the old Taoist priest, his face instantly sank.

"What class are you from? Don't know if you can't run around in the hallway? Call your parents! ”

"Director Zhou, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry! Don't let me ask for parents! Chen Yifan was startled, got up from the ground in a hurry, and apologized to the old Taoist.

His family is in a remote ravine, and he has to walk for half a day to come to the city, so it is not worth it to let his father run for such a trivial matter.

Fortunately, the old Taoist priest didn't seem to mind, and raised his hand to stop the grade director, but he stretched out his hand with a calm face.

The young man behind the old Taoist was a little surprised, and took out a peachwood sword from the yellow cloth bag he was carrying and put it in the old Taoist's hand.

"Demons! Hugh hurts! The old Taoist priest scolded, and handed the peach wood sword in his hand to He Lan beside Chen Yifan.

When the senior director next to him heard this, his face instantly turned pale, and he trembled his lips and said, "Daoist Qingfeng, this ...... There are ghosts here? ”

"Don't panic, I'm here! Stand aside! Qingfeng Dao Chang said calmly.

The young man behind him took out a small bottle, poured two drops of liquid from it, and smeared it on his eyelids.

"The devil in red! Master, can you deal with it? When the young man saw He Lan, he was taken aback, turned his head to look at Daoist Qingfeng and asked.

At this time, Daoist Qingfeng had already fought with He Lan.

The Netherlands did not show its original form, but kept dodging the attacks of the Qingfeng Dao Chief.

"Old-fashioned! You're no match for me, nosy! ”

turned out to be a capable Taoist priest, Chen Yifan's eyes flashed with surprise, in his impression, the Taoist priest was a fortune teller and a cheater on the street.

"Don't! Dao Chief, she doesn't hurt anyone! Now that the Netherlands is a ghost raised by himself, Chen Yifan naturally can't stand by and watch, and after a short exclamation, he hurriedly blocked Qingfeng Dao.

"You!" Daoist Qingfeng looked angry and glanced at Chen Yifan, "Do you know this ghost next to you?" ”

"Uh...... Know! She won't hurt anyone, Dao Chief, just let her go! Chen Yifan continued to persuade.

"Resentment is rampant, and it doesn't hurt people, so why should you be nostalgic for the mortal world?" Qingfeng didn't listen to persuasion, but glared at Chen Yifan angrily.

"A good student, who doesn't think about the right way, and learns such crooked ways as raising ghosts, how can I keep this scourge?"

After that, Qingfeng Dao Chang said something in his mouth, and wiped it on the peach wood sword, and a layer of pale golden light flashed on the wooden sword.

Then, he chased the Netherlands with a sword and slashed it.

A ghost suddenly fought, Qingfeng Dao lived like a martial arts master, moving around, the long sword danced intensively, pressing step by step.

The Netherlands was forced to be in a hurry, and it also showed its original form, and suddenly, the corridor was crying and wolf howling, and the wind was gusting.

It's still morning, the weather is cloudy, and the sky outside is overcast.

The street lights in the corridor were originally turned off, but under the influence of the Netherlands, they became flickering on and off.

"Bang! Bang! "In the hallway, the doors of several classrooms were open, and the doors suddenly slammed shut.

"Oh my god! It's a chicken horror! Chen Yifan stood against the wall of the corridor outside, a little afraid to look at the powerful ghost He Lan who was flying in the air in the corridor, and his cloak was emanating with a pair of sharp claws fighting with the Qingfeng Dao Chief.

"You are so daring, you dare to raise ghosts? Isn't there any conspiracy among them? Who's behind you? At this time, the old Taoist priest of Qingfeng followed the little Taoist boy behind him and noticed Chen Yifan, walked over, and questioned him.

"Who said you can't raise ghosts if you're timid? You guys are really indiscriminate, and you all said that He Lan won't hurt anyone! Chen Yifan said with some dissatisfaction.

At this time, the Qingfeng Dao Chief, who was in the fight, fell into a disadvantage, and there were some signs that he was about to rout.

He gritted his teeth, gritted his fingers, and drew talismans in the air.

"The edict of the Emperor of the Northern Yin Emperor of the Xudu City, please help the Yin God!"

Hearing Qingfeng's old mantra, the corners of Chen Yifan's mouth twitched, and he felt a little strange in his heart.

At this time, Qingfeng Old Dao's Dao method played a role, and a thick black yin qi that only Qingfeng Old Dao, Chen Yifan and others who had opened their eyes could see diffused from the floor, and an illusory black figure floated out from the black mist.

This is an ordinary ghost with a soul hook.

"Little ghost, aren't you going to be punished?"

After the ghost cha appeared, he scolded He Lan sharply, and shook the soul rope in his hand, and the chain seemed to have life, winding towards the Netherlands.

The Netherlands, who had just made a big splash of "ghost power", saw this soul hook and the ghost, his body trembled, and he immediately recognized it.

However, without waiting for Qingfeng Lao Dao to be happy, He Lan changed back to her former appearance, crying and crying to Chen Yifan for help.

"Emperor, save me!"

The title of the Netherlands made Qingfeng Lao Dao stunned, what the hell? Aren't ordinary ghost keepers called masters by ghost servants?

After thinking about it, seeing that this student is young, or the age of the second year of secondary school, he should have asked the female ghost in red to call it that, right?

In the new century, many Taoist methods have been changed, not to mention any strange ideas that have popped up on this title.

Qingfeng Lao Dao was confident, and sneered coldly in his heart: Hmph! Lao Dao, I spent my essence and blood, please come to the Yin God to help, a little ghost, it is impossible to escape!

He didn't believe it, the other party was young, what else could he do to resolve it?

"See the Emperor! The little god didn't know that the emperor was here, and he was offended! Please punish the emperor! ”

However, at this moment, the ghost followed the sound and found Chen Yifan standing on the side, almost not scared, the soul hook rope in his hand was not held steady, fell to the ground, and knelt down instantly.

Ghosts don't sweat, but this ghost cha now feels cold sweat, and he actually ran to the emperor to take the emperor's ghosts arrogantly, isn't this going to the eighteen layers of hell?

There was a sudden silence in the corridor, and only the voice of the senior director's teeth chattered and asked: "Dao...... Dao Chief, did you take it? ”

"You...... Who are you? Daoist Qingfeng didn't have time to pay attention to him, and asked Chen Yifan in shock.

How can it be! The ghost is so bad that he would kneel down to a mortal!

It's not scientific!

No matter how low the status of the ghost is, it is still a god, a yin god!

Even today's Daomen Taishan Beidou-level characters have to be respectful and polite when they see it.

This kid, could it be that Da Luo Immortal is reincarnated?