Leng Chuan looked at Shi Xu's arrogant tone, snorted disdainfully, and muttered softly: "Hmm, today's juniors, are they all guys who think highly of themselves......?

"Ahh

Suddenly, a terrible scream made Leng Chuan's tone stagnate, and his expression changed suddenly.

At that moment, Leng Chuan only felt a dark light as bright as the red sun, which suddenly lit up, not only his eyes were disturbed, but even his soul seemed to be exposed to the scorching sun, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

Leng Chuan felt such momentum outside Shi Xu, and Fan Quan, who was staring at Shi Xu's eyes, was even more painful. He clutched his eyes tightly in his hands, squatted on the ground, and then rolled wildly, letting out a terrible howl from his mouth.

Shi Xu's eyes were clear, and he said, "I said that you would be sad, but you just didn't listen!"

Chu Zhu, who was standing in front of Beifeng, took a step back and looked at Beifeng vigilantly, he didn't want to suffer the same treatment as Fan Quan.

Tong Xun pursed his lips and smiled, at such a close distance, Shi Xu must have shown mercy to his subordinates, otherwise, Fan Gong would not only destroy his eyes, but even burn his soul foundation.

The barefoot old ghost pursed his lips, still silent, playing with the stick in his hand.

Leng Chuan took a deep breath, clenched his fists, glanced at Shi Xu coldly, and then waved his right hand, grabbed Fan Quan, pinched the trick with his right hand, and slapped Fan Quan's heavenly spirit, Dao Dao spiritual energy was instilled in Fan Quan's body, and Fan Quan's howling weakened.

"My eyes, my soul, hurt so much, so painful. Senior Brother Leng, help me teach this kid a hard lesson. He's plotting against me!"

Fan Quan said bitterly with a crying voice.

Shi Xu's eyebrows froze. He said, "I have kindly reminded you twice, but you don't believe it, and if you come close to my eyes, how can you say that I am plotting against you? ”

Beifeng looked at the domineering Shi Xu, the corners of his mouth raised, Shi Xu's performance today was very different from the past.

Leng Chuan saw that the barefoot old ghost was ignored, and he squeezed his fist. Turning his gaze to the north wind, he hummed: "Senior Brother the north wind, if you have any ability, you might as well show it." I want to see what kind of virtue and ability you have to become the disciples of the Eight Patriarchs. ”

Leng Chuan said this, just to understand the details of Beifeng and the others.

Fan Quan just didn't understand Shi Xu's details, so he suffered a big loss. Leng Chuan didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, after all. Without any real skills, it is indeed difficult to become a disciple of the old ghost.

Chu Zhu heard Leng Chuan's question, his teeth tightened, and he stubbornly leaned in front of Beifeng. glaring at the north wind, he said coldly: "Boy, what are you capable of." Greet your Grandpa Chu, your Grandpa Chu...... Ah......h

Chu Zhu didn't finish his words. Behind the door of the head, there was a sharp pain. It was as if he had been hit hard by a wooden stick.

Seeing this, Leng Chuan turned around suddenly, glared at the barefoot old ghost and said: "Eighth Ancestor, what do you mean by this, if you want to protect your disciples, you might as well say it directly, don't think that our master is dead, you can use your power to bully others!"

It turned out that the stick just now was hit on Chu Zhu's head by the barefoot old ghost.

Chu Zhu touched his head, turned around, and glared at the barefoot old ghost with resentment, grinning his teeth, his eyes were resentful, if it weren't for the barefoot old ghost but the eighth ancestor, he would have killed it a long time ago. Outside, whoever dares to call a stick to his head is simply looking for death.

The barefoot old ghost shrugged his eyebrows and said leisurely: "Chu Zhu, that stick just now is to teach you a lesson for the four ancestors." ”

When Chu Zhu heard this, he blinked, and suddenly felt a little inexplicable.

Leng Chuan also frowned, he didn't bother Yan Lan, he was already quite polite, he didn't expect the barefoot old ghost to teach them a lesson for the four ancestors, what is the reason?

The barefoot old ghost smiled lightly and said, "Ouch, Grandpa Chu, are you used to being an uncle outside, return to the sect, or continue to be your grandfather Chu? If you kid is the grandfather of my disciple, isn't your rank a generation higher than that of the old ghost? Do I still want to call you uncle? Your master is the same generation as the old ghost, does he also want to call you uncle?"

When Chu Zhu heard this, there was fire in his heart, but he couldn't break out, what the old ghost said, word for word, this was indeed his fault.

Seeing Chu Zhu's panting appearance, the barefoot old ghost said, "Chu Zhu, could it be that the old ghost is wrong?"

Chu Zhu noticed that the old ghost's eyes were expressionless, and he was stunned, and hurriedly arched his hand and said: "The Eighth Ancestor has taught the right lesson, the disciple knows his mistakes, and he will not dare to believe it again in the future, and I hope the Eighth Ancestor will forgive me!"

Although Chu Zhu said this, his heart was full of resentment, he had been in the field for decades, and even the four ancestors had never beaten him so hard; he had been stationed outside the sect for several years, and no one dared to teach him such a lesson, but today because of a mantra, he was thrown a stick by the old ghost, and this grievance could not be recovered from the old ghost, and it must be counted on the disciple of the old ghost.

After saying that, Chu Zhu glared at the north wind angrily, and said with a cold gaze: "Senior brother of the north wind, what is your ability, come to the senior brother!"

Beifeng's expression was indifferent, his eyes suddenly condensed, and a domineering innate sword intent burst out from the sea of consciousness and poured violently onto Chu Zhu's soul.

Chu Zhu's expression changed suddenly, and at that moment, he felt that his soul seemed to have fallen into the vast sea of countless killing swords, and the sword intent in the sky was boiling in his sea of consciousness.

"Uh......"

Chu Zhu snorted, took three steps back with his feet, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

After three breaths, Chu Zhu's scattered pupils gathered and condensed, and a killing intent locked onto the north wind.

The cultivation of the north wind is not as good as Chu Zhu, but in such a close situation, Chu Zhu is empty-eyed, and in the face of the north wind, he only has spiritual energy defense around his body, but he is very negligent in the defense of the soul.

Chu Zhu didn't expect that the north wind not only has a strong soul, but also has the talent of innate sword intent, the sword intent and the soul are fused, if Yan Lan's thunder soul is the power of heavenly thunder, then the soul of the north wind is the power of ten thousand swords.

Even, the north wind controls the innate sword intent, which is more handy than Yan Lan's power to control the thunder soul.

Because, the innate sword intent of the north wind, as the name suggests, is born from nature, it is an innate talent given by creation, and it can be possessed without cultivation.

Yan Lan's thunder soul power was born, and it was obtained by a more mysterious coincidence.

Of course, this is not to say that Yan Lan's thunder soul power is a cut below Beifeng's innate sword intent, the key lies in the tempering of the day after tomorrow.

Dozens of miles away, the spiritual consciousness of the eighteen Gangtianmen disciples has been locked in the old ghost's quiet room.

There is nothing secret in the old ghost quiet room, so there is no prohibition and isolation, and any disciple of Gangtianmen can explore spiritual sense. It's just that, under normal circumstances, no Gangtianmen disciple would dare to be so disrespectful.

Eighteen disciples, seeing Shi Xu and Beifeng, defeated Fan Quan and Chu Zhu at a glance, and in an instant, their faces showed surprise.

At this moment, Leng Chuan's eyes were completely cold, and he felt that his dignity was being trampled under the feet of these new disciples, trampling on him with all his might.

At this moment, Yan Lan, who was meditating thousands of miles away, slowly opened her eyes and stood up gently. (To be continued......)