"Such a person can also enter the second major sect in the world, I really don't know what kind of guy is mixed in their personnel department. Yinchen thought to himself, he was unwilling and unable to say the words of the luggage at all. In his eyes, these so-called "temporary disciples of the second major sect in the world" It's not as good as those who have been damaged by various accidents and have mediocre qualifications that can only enter third-rate or even fourth-rate universities for further study, although those mages are casual on the outside, and most of them are depressed in their hearts with bitter and self-defeating thoughts, but at least their eyes are bright, and their pupils still reflect the light of reason and hope, they will at least work hard for some improvement in money and strength, and they at least have an attitude:" No matter how bad it is, Lao Tzu can at least go to a small village in the colonial circle to become the emperor of the soil! What are you afraid of? Work hard!" At least they always hold the concept that they are a superior person, and they will not let decadence and ruffians climb on their faces.

And the person in front of him, the disciple of the Demon Pavilion, he is a true disciple of the second great sect in the world, compared to Gabroyle's graduates of fourth-rate universities, he is much higher in terms of origin. The temporary disciple of the Demon Wei Pavilion is also a disciple, in front of ten thousand people, he is a demon monk who cannot be provoked, a figure like the ancestor Taiye, he should have enough reasons to ignite hope in his pupils, at least, he should ignite the hope of entering the formal disciple, the hope of entering the realm of entering the body.

Silver Dust didn't read any hope from his pupils, only a dirty gray ruffian. Yinchen watched this person walk to the place five feet in front of him and stand still, loose, the empty door was open, and he stood casually, and then raised his hand in a sloppy manner, not knowing what kind of etiquette he had done, so he put his hand down.

Yinchen was stunned for a moment, and then replied to him with a fist salute.

"****!" the big man frowned and howled: "Listen, Lao Tzu's name is Zheng Bushuang! Seven years ago, when you were still peeing and mud, Lao Tzu was begging for a living here! Seven years, Lao Tzu has been in the Mowei Pavilion for seven years, and has become the head of countless groups of temporary disciples here, and has cultivated to the realm of the Great Perfection, and has not yet mixed up with the position of a formal disciple! What are you ******, and what have you done for the Mowei Pavilion? You don't take out the thing under it to see if it is hard or not? Look at your own scattered vitality that has not yet reached the Peiyuan realm, what qualifications do you have to be an elephant here! Lao Tzu Zheng Bushuang, I am here today, to learn and understand the tricks of a little deflated three like you! Aren't you going to duel? What is wrong with Lao Tzu fighting you to the death and death? What can you do with Lao Tzu?" The moment the eight-foot giant man put down his hand, he began to spew feces again.

"In Xia Yinchen, a new disciple of the Demon Pavilion, since it is a duel of life and death, there is nothing to say, hurry up and do it. Silver Dust said calmly. His voice was frighteningly calm, and a few temporary disciples of the Demon Wing Pavilion who were a little closer to him subconsciously retreated, as if something terrible was emanating from this little boy.

Silver Dust said, and the wind and snow in his pupils suddenly stopped, turning into a clear pure silver. The killing intent and battle ** in his heart also subsided, and only the hunger felt stronger and stronger. Yinchen suddenly felt that he didn't need to kill such a person, punish such a person, and trample on the dignity of such a person, because this person had no hope, no dignity, just like a dead caterpillar, no matter how much he stepped on it, the caterpillar would not come back to life. Of course, Silver Dust knew that as soon as he activated the realm, this person and the group of people around him would fall to their knees, scrambling to express their willingness to lick the soles of Silver Dust's shoes for their lives, but Silver Dust didn't think there was any point in doing so, in his eyes, these people were all ants, just like the natives of the colonized planet.

Yinchen didn't know why the Mowei Pavilion wanted to take in such a large group of people, he felt that it was completely unnecessary, the Mowei Pavilion in his eyes only needed Elder Feng, Yan Guiluo, and Zhang Mengmeng, plus a few sturdy men with restrained expressions and calm steps that he inadvertently saw, he could be worthy of the second sect in the world, because these people could beat the strongest troops of the Northern Empire that Yinchen had seen with his own eyes, whether in spirit or ** strength.

He felt that these disciples surrounding him didn't look like people from the sect of the Demon Might Pavilion at all.

Yinchen was thinking nonsense here, but the big man Zheng Bushuang was also confused by the words of the little guy in front of him, in his expectation, the kid in front of him must have begun to shout for help the moment he stood still, beckoning a certain Venerable in the door to protect himself from disasters, or saying a bunch of threatening words that sounded very bluffing. Dahan originally wanted to use his absolute strength to "slightly" fiddle with this silver-haired boy and let him die in all kinds of humiliation and pain, anyway, there were so many junior brothers around him watching, no matter which Venerable One, he didn't dare to blatantly trouble him, after all, letting a person without any power serve as a disciple was the biggest taboo in the Demon Pavilion. He just wanted to let the Venerable above know that he was Zheng Bushuang, a person who was truly willing to maintain the order of the Demon Pavilion, a person who could be made, a qualified person, and a person who could be promoted to a true disciple.

Yinchen's words completely messed up his little abacus, making him unconsciously take a step back under the panic of the first second, this step can make Zheng Bushuang's face lose a lot, and he took the initiative to retreat in the face of a little fart child who has no cultivation?

"Looking for death!" Zheng Bushuang's face suddenly turned from sallow to red, and his two wide sleeves suddenly swelled, and bursts of dirty gray wind seeped out of his every pore, converging into a huge skull on top of his head, and then slowly descended, completely enveloping the strong man inside.

After Zheng Bushuang roared, he suddenly sank his shoulders, and the mana of his legs, with a fishy gray wind, rushed towards the silver dust. The gray skull that enveloped him also let out a shrill ghostly laugh as well. A fierce and chaotic evil aura came to his face.

"Charge?" Yinchen raised his right hand indifferently, without even a trace of fighting intent, to deal with this guy who rushed over, he was too lazy to fight with both hands.

Silver Dust was wrong, it wasn't a charge, it was a popular martial art among monks in this world, [Staggered Defense]. Zheng Bushuang wanted Yinchen to rush over, not really wanting to fly him by a landslide, but to pass by his side quickly, and in the moment of approaching the shortest distance, he beat out twenty-nine of the thirty-six flying knives in his sleeve, hitting Yinchen's eyes, nose, chin and shoulders, arms, hands, knees, ankles and feet, completely destroying his eyes, nose, mouth and limbs, he didn't plan to kill Yinchen immediately, he just wanted to let his son suffer severe pain, slowly bleed to death in darkness and despair, of course, Yinchen may be rescued by a certain gratifying person, but it is really better to lose his eyes, nose, mouth and limbs to live like that than to die directly？

With such a thought, Zheng Bushuang added a little more strength to his feet, and his spirit was concentrated like never before, staggered defense is a relatively advanced skill circulated in the monk world, and many great supernatural powers above the distraction period will use this trick in the decisive battle. Staggered defense was called a flash hundreds of years ago, and it was a one-hit kill that quickly approached and burst out of the whole body power to quickly end the opponent's mastery, and the battle between monks rarely had the practice of dodging backwards and pulling away distance, because opening up the distance meant getting a little respite and losing vital attack power, and dodging backwards was the same, blindly pulling away and delaying time was just useless to consume energy, and had no positive impact on the battle situation. The skill of dodging and moving between monks is based on the idea of "dodging the enemy's attack and getting closer to the enemy at the same time", and the fight between two monks will definitely become a hand-to-hand combat with fists to the flesh, which is very cruel. For the monks, the so-called distance advantage was calculated by inches, not by zhang.