In the eyes of the temporary disciples who were onlookers, the brilliant and solemn black magic circle suddenly lit up with a burst of the same dark light, and then quickly contracted, completely shrinking into Zheng Bushuang's body. Immediately afterwards, Zheng Bushuang suddenly opened his mouth wide in horror, as if he saw the most terrifying alien in the world rushing towards him, he opened his mouth wide, but he didn't make any sound, not even an obvious gasp, just fell straight and straight backwards.

He fell, like a fallen tree.

His face was pale, like a corpse that had been dead for many days, his eyes were still rolling, and there was only fear in his scattered eyes, the purest and deepest fear. His cheeks were still twitching, his lips were changing, he was talking, he was screaming, he was begging for help or mercy, but nothing could come out of his throat.

The vitality on his body suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if he had suddenly changed from a master of the Great Perfection of the Peiyuan Period to a waste with no cultivation. All the strength in him, including the muscles that lifted his arms, was completely gone, and even breathing became difficult. He lost his strength and his ability to dominate his body from the head down, and the feeling was as desperate as the sudden encounter with a high paraplegia.

And it made him even more desperate, but the eleven-year-old silver-haired boy was walking towards him step by step.

"Is there anyone else going to challenge, if you don't have one, please get out of the way. Yinchen's tone was as cold as ice, and he didn't even look at the poor Zheng Bushuang who was put down by his own move, but swept the faces of every onlooker one by one with a stern gaze.

The circle formed by the temporary disciples suddenly spread, and at the same time, it automatically formed a passage three people wide leading to the door of the cafeteria. There was no sound, not the slightest shouting and invective, not a syllable of complaining. These "masters" of the devil's path who go against the world are simply the most well-behaved obedient people and the most humble slaves in the world at this time. Silver Dust didn't say anything about it, because for such a person, a single expression was a waste.

The soles of Yinchen's shoes gently rubbed against Zheng Bushuang's cheeks, and then the eleven-year-old boy stepped directly over the giant man who fell to the ground, giving him a crotch humiliation. His movements, from every angle, looked like he was walking carefully over a pile of other people's vomit.

From beginning to end, he didn't really step on Zheng Bushuang, not because he was soft-hearted, but because he was really worried about dirty shoes. His performance can be understood by the onlookers, and Zheng Bushuang, who fell to the ground, can also understand that it is really ten times more humiliating than stepping on his face directly.

Silver Dust stepped over him, and then walked to the door of the cafeteria without stopping, and he slowly stepped up the steps gracefully, step by step, and the thin figure disappeared into the open door.

The crowd slowly dispersed indifferently, and almost no one dared to speak. Zheng Bushuang is the hidden overlord among the temporary disciples, the head of almost all the temporary disciples, he has always been held by others, and the person who is most likely to be promoted to a formal disciple this year is an out-and-out master of the Great Perfection stage of the Peiyuan realm, and his strength is even more powerful than the lowest-level formal disciples.

However, he fought with a man who had just jumped from temporary disciple to disciple, and then- was killed in an instant.

Among the monks, if they want to kill the enemy in seconds, their strength must be two small realms higher than the enemy, that is to say, the realm of that small "disciple" is at least above the double level of entering the body, and this kind of strength is that in the so-called righteous path sect with a higher threshold than the Demon Pavilion, they are all the identity of a formal disciple, and in the place where the strength realm of the Demon Pavilion, which is quite valuable, the identity of a disciple cannot run at all.

A gorgeous spike is enough to make all doubts disappear. Several temporary disciples who were better with the former overlord Zheng Bushuang hurriedly rushed forward, preparing to carry the eldest brother away before others could see the right time to hurt their black feet, and carry them to the medical hall of the Demon Wei Pavilion to let Lang Zhong take a closer look at what was going on, the person looked good, there were no injuries, and his consciousness was all sober, why did he fall to the ground motionless?

A few people just grabbed it, and they haven't seen what the situation is. Suddenly, I saw an eerie gray-blue color in front of me.

Dozens of gray ghosts emerged in front of them, and then a huge thrust peculiar to Gangfeng rushed into their bodies. The thrust was not lethal, it just threw a few of their big-shouldered and round-waisted men ten feet away like pieces of paper, smashed straight against the wall of the cafeteria, and then slowly slid down like a paralyzed dough, each of them breaking at least one bone.

The disciples who were scattering suddenly froze their figures, and then hurriedly bowed and saluted under the leadership of several clever ghosts.

Yan Guiluo, this Lord Si Stick, who was feared by everyone in the middle and junior disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion, was standing majestically less than three feet beside Zheng Bushuang at this time, a pair of grim eyes swept the faces of the temporary disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion one by one, sweeping their terrified expressions.

"Yinchen, that new disciple, is soft-hearted and doesn't know the rules, this is not to blame him, he will slowly know how to do it in the future, but you have been in the Demon Pavilion, haven't you been...... "Yan Guiluo stomped his feet in anger and scolded, his voice at this time was especially like the cry of an owl with a diarrhea.

He stomped his foot three times, and sure enough, a large spiderweb-like crack appeared in the ground.

"You!" Yan Guiluo casually pointed to a temporary disciple who was silent: "Let's talk about it, the temporary disciple doesn't go to the trouble of the official disciple at the other time of the martial arts conference, and challenges the disciple Venerable at the next level, what is this?"

"Contradict His Holiness. The disciple hurriedly replied in the clearest and most standard words, he didn't even dare to make his voice tremble, that would still make Master Si Stick unhappy, maybe just find a reason to blow himself up and eat it, then he would die unjustly!

"Yes, you all remember it very well ******! Why do you still do it! Ahhhhhhhh

"The disciple knows that he is wrong!"

"Please atone for your sins!"

"Your Excellency spares your life!"

Under the leadership of a few clever ghosts, a group of disciples knelt down and begged for mercy, and the sound of crying father and mother made Yan Guiluo feel a burst of satisfaction. This is right! He is a master of the Qi Transformation Period, how could he be frightened and helpless in front of an eleven-year-old boy? Yan Guiluo was trying to find his mental balance at this time, and teaching these disciples was the only thing he could do. He didn't have the courage to face the black balls that erupted from the silver-haired boy's hand anymore, so he had to find these weak people to vent.

"Yinchen is new and doesn't understand the rules, so tell me, how should you punish him for a crime like a venerable?" Yan Guiluo calmed down his voice and tone, and asked another temporary disciple in a condescending tone, the disciple he had asked just now was about to faint.

"Contradicting His Holiness, disrespecting him and disobeying discipline...... There is no mercy for killing. The disciple replied with a shudder.

"That's right, so it's not right for the disciples to show mercy, but you can't punish him for this little thing, you as disciples, just help him correct it. Yan Guiluo said lightly, not caring at all that he was so relaxed in his words, a cultivation master of the Peiyuan Realm Great Perfection was gone, and a life full of flesh and vitality was extinguished like this. After Yan Guiluo finished speaking, he actually followed the appearance of Yinchen and went to the crotch bone on Zheng Bushuang's body. Then he walked towards the door of the cafeteria with his hands behind his back.

Behind him, blood splashed, Zheng Bushuang, who was most likely to become a formal disciple, Zheng Bushuang, a feared bully in a small town, Zheng Bushuang, a demon who specifically liked to pick eleven or twelve-year-old girl chrysanthemums, Zheng Bushuang, a thousand-year-old overlord among temporary disciples, and Zheng Bushuang, who liked to accept bribes, was so that he was always subordinated to him, stammered him, and couldn't live without patting his sycophants for three days, and the little brothers who couldn't live with daggers and gangfeng dug out their hearts and livers with daggers and gangfeng.