In the next breath, the ellipse turned into a deep black hole, and a miserable white arm stretched out from it.

At the same time, a burst of blue-black blood appeared on the mourning stick. After three or two breaths, a small half of the head of a withered and extremely ugly old woman appeared in the air.

"Human, you shouldn't disturb my slumber. ”

"After thousands of years of waiting, this king has finally been awakened. ”

Subsequently, the room was cold and wanton, and everyone instantly had the illusion that flesh and blood were frozen and the pelvis was frozen. Then, an extremely strong smell of blood and corpses penetrated into the nostrils, and the disgusting smell made people vomit out the overnight meal.

"Extraterrestrial spirits, ancient demons. ”

Gu Qinghan's face turned pale, and he reflexively dragged Qiu Sanpi and retreated outside the house.

However, before the two of them could react, the yin qi quickly turned into substantial ice, freezing the legs and feet of the two in place. At the same time, a stream of blue and black qi and blood turned into shackles and was put on the shoulders of the two of them.

At the same time, the faces of the remaining disciples changed, and they turned around and retreated towards the outside of the house. But before everyone's left foot hit the ground, the cold came up.

"What, this shit, he's so powerful. ”

"Damn, I shouldn't have come to join in the fun. ”

"Open, open for me, I don't want to die here. ”

"Senior brother, help, help me. ”

For a while, there was a lot of grumbling in the house, but no one could break free from the shackles on their bodies.

The main peak, the cloud hall.

An old man in Xuanyi walked out of the temple door with his hands behind his back, raised his head and glanced into the distance, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then, with a flick of his sleeves to the sky, he turned around and walked slowly back to the main hall.

The clouds at the top of the peak swayed for a while, and a stream of azure dragon breath floated out and slowly fell in the direction of Baibao Peak.

At the same time, three or two sentences of dialogue came from the cloud hall, and then, it quickly fell into the dead silence of the past.

"How dare little ghosts run rampant.... You bad old man, stop me from doing something..."

“.... The old man has no intention of covering up, he is just ......"

"Haha..... The two of you are going to fight, don't care about the ghost cultivation, this black boy ......"

"Well, if the black boy goes down the wrong path..... , don't blame me, ruined him......."

In a few broken words, that dragon breath also happened to cover the sky above the Hall of Merit. Suddenly, a burst of scorching heat, and the Lingwei of the Yang Dynasty covered the air.

The next moment, everyone's hearts were hot, and their hands and feet regained consciousness one after another.

Inside the room, a series of filthy things such as yin, corpse, and blood quickly dissipated. The head of the old woman who floated in mid-air, as well as most of her arms, did not reach three or two breaths, and they all turned into a puff of gray smoke and dispersed.

Immediately, the strangeness in the house returned to normal.

It's just that Qiu Sanpi's complexion is abnormal, and this dragon breath that is just and yang is as comfortable for others as the spring breeze in March. But for him, it's like boiling oil pouring snow on it.

"Poof"

Qiu Sanpi's face changed several times, and finally he couldn't suppress the backlash in his body, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth. At the same time, the skin on his body shrummed and cracked out several bloody cuts.

However, in the blink of an eye, the scorching dragon breath quickly dissipated.

"This is, Shou..... Mountain Keeper ......"

"That's right, it's the breath of the mountain watchman. ”

"What kind of evil art is this sick seedling, and he is so ....."

"Shhh.....h

After saving the day, everyone either rejoiced, complained, or complained.

However, most of the long-sighted disciples did not complain too much, and hurriedly left this land of right and wrong with their heads bowed. Compared with the silent burial, one's own life is a little more important.

"Boy, you have to go. The young deacon stepped forward with cold eyes and said in a deep voice: "Cultivating ghosts, summoning evil spirits, you are a ghost cultivator, and you are making trouble in Qingwu in such a grand manner..."

On the other side, the remaining two deacons were a little embarrassed when they saw this, but they had no choice but to come over.

"It's ridiculous, who saw me as a ghost cultivator. ”

Qiu Sanpi pinched the mourning stick with one hand, struggled to prop up his almost unstrengthened body, and showed a mocking smile, sneering: "Boy, keep your dog's eyes open and look carefully, Lao Tzu is a serious warlock." ”

"By the way, you kind of shit, do you know what a warlock is, and what a spell teller is. ”

However, his smile that he thought was like an angel was like a demon against the backdrop of his black face with dry blood bursting out.

Seeing this situation, the young deacon's right hand couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his right leg subconsciously took half a step back, but he quietly retracted it, took a small half step forward, and roared in a low voice: "It's ridiculous, with your little ghost cultivation, you also want to become a warlock." ”

"Ghost cultivator, you ghost cultivator, go die. ”

For some reason, his emotions were out of control in an instant, and he subconsciously raised the long sword in his hand.

"Hmph, little deacon, what can you do with me. ”

At this time, Qiu Sanpi's anger also came to his head, completely ignoring the injury of his body, he raised his hand and drew a dark character in front of him, and quickly bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a drop of blood on the tip of his tongue.

Suddenly, the blood on the tip of his tongue turned into a blood mist, and the illusory underworld character was dyed with a layer of crimson.

"Wow"

A strange sound of water flowed sounded, and the underworld characters in mid-air turned into a dark red blood mist. In the blink of an eye, the blood mist turned into a half-foot-long blood-colored arm in a few churns.

Before everyone could react, the half-foot-long arm raised its palm and slapped the young deacon to the ground.

"Click"

“.. Poof...."

A crisp thud, followed by a dull spurting of blood.

After two breaths, the blood-colored arm slowly dispersed, leaving a broken sword and a pale, unconscious young deacon above the ground.

"What, he was defeated by a single blow. ”

"Boy, you injured your fellow doorman, and you shot ruthlessly and cruelly....."

The next moment, the other two deacons glanced at each other, and then took a step forward at the same time, and pressed forward with cold eyes.

Hearing this question, Qiu Sanpi grinned disdainfully, and said sarcastically: "It's ridiculous, he opens his mouth to be a ghost cultivator and closes his mouth to be an ant, when will he treat me with the courtesy of the same door." ”

"Hmph, you hurt people and slandered others. ”

"Presumptuous, the Hall of Merit is not a place for you to go wild. ”

"Mother, Lao Tzu endured it for a long time, bullying Lao Tzu doesn't have a good temper, right? ”

In fact, according to the previous situation, the remaining two deacons have long since lost the idea of meddling. But this black boy lost face in the Hall of Merit in public, and if he didn't get back to the field, how would the two of them get mixed up in the Hall of Merit in the future.

The three of them argued for a few words, and then put on a posture of hurting people.

"Enough"

At this moment, there was a roar at the door of the house, and a figure rushed into the middle of the three people. As soon as everyone saw a flower, the two deacons were knocked into a corner.

"The deacon is difficult for the disciple, and the disciple injured the deacon, making a good scene. ”

Luo Chen stood firm, turned his head and swept indifferently towards the two people in the corner, and said in a deep voice: "If I remember correctly, only the deacon of the torture hall has the right to interfere with or judge the fault of a certain disciple, and the other deacons do not have this right. ”

"Excuse me, deacon, I'm right. ”

"Small.... Uncle Junior, why haven't you left yet....."

Seeing this, the corners of the middle-aged deacon's eyes twitched unnaturally a few times, and he arched his hand: "This matter..... He is..... I will definitely find out the specific reason, and I will ask Uncle Shi to ......."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Luo Chen leaned in with his backhand, stared at his dodging eyes, and shouted word by word: "You heard me clearly, don't miss a word." Go back and tell him that Lao Tzu doesn't like to play any tricks, and if there is another time, Lao Tzu will personally come to the door to greet him. ”

"Also, if he has any bad moves, just come to Lao Tzu, don't involve anyone around me. ”

After that, Luo Chen didn't wait for the two of them to stand up, he raised his head and glanced around coldly, ignoring the reaction of everyone, and helped Qiu Sanpi to walk outside the house.

"Uncle Junior, I remember your words, but ....."

"But who is he in your mouth, to whom shall I speak. ”

"Hey... Don't hurry up, I..."

The middle-aged deacon raised his hand and shouted softly, and when he saw the figures of the three of them in the distance, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly and slowly retreated to the counter.

The other deacon drooped his face, glanced left and right, reluctantly leaned over to pick up the young deacon, and walked quickly to the back of the house.

.....

At the same time, on a certain path on the main peak, a black-clothed disciple hurriedly trotted over, went straight to a small courtyard at the end of the path, and hurriedly knocked on the door and walked in.

Soon, a few fragmentary conversations came out of the courtyard. Of course, most of the things the two talked about were mainly about the fights in the previous attack hall, but the last few sentences were lowered, and they sounded full of anger.

"Hmph, are you sure, he said that? ”

"At that time, I was staring at him, and I remember every word he said. ”

"A good one came to greet me, and played a good hand with the prestige of the division commander. ”

"Senior brother, he's just a small spirit channel, or I'll go ....."

"This is a personal feud between the two of me, and I don't need you to interfere. ”

The small courtyard is not too big, with a stone table, plum piles, a bamboo forest, and a horse in the corner. With such an exquisite layout, people can't help but applaud, and can't help but praise a good elegant courtyard.

In the courtyard, the two walked back and forth. The plain-clothed man was in front with his hands behind his back, and the black-clothed disciple was bowing behind his hands.

Looking at it again, the man in plain clothes was none other than Cui Jia. The other black-clothed disciple was Lin Xiufa, but his black-clothed deacon uniform was replaced by an ordinary disciple's uniform, which was also a little weaker in terms of attitude.

Both of them were disciples of the Ancient War Academy, but their status in the inner courtyard was very different.

Although Cui Jia has only entered the inner courtyard in recent years, he has a strong family and gets along well with most of the disciples in private, and he is mentioned by some close disciples on weekdays. After a few words of compliment, he also responded to the title of the second senior brother in everyone's mouth.

Of course, after hanging up this false name, there are also many disciples who come to the door to find trouble. But this guy is not a silver spear wax head, so he has made several appointments for this reason, and he has stubbornly kept the name of the second senior brother.

Lin Xiufa's strength is weaker, and he has been mixed in the inner courtyard for several years, but he only has the false name of a deacon, and he does some errand work on weekdays.