When the demon appeared, the Confucian Sword Scholar was still pressed under the floor of the ring and struggled frantically, his every swing of his claws scratched the floor even more, but he still couldn't break free from the oppression of the sword qi!

"Why? Why am I no match for him despite all my might? Why am I losing more this time than the last? Why?"

He was not convinced!

Human life is predestined!

He always thought so.

As the son of the sect master of the Qingyun Sect, he not only has a unique family background, but also has excellent talents, and there are no disciples of the younger generation of the entire Qingyun Sect who can compare with him in terms of talent!

So he should be the strongest!

Although there was still one person in the Qingyun Sect who could crush him in terms of cultivation, that person was only able to surpass him for a short time because he had had adventures in traveling, as long as he continued to work hard to cultivate, he thought that he would be able to catch up with that person sooner or later!

As for the rest of the younger brothers and sisters who can only chant poetry and paint, he doesn't look down on them at all!

What is the use of poetry painting?

If you are good at poetry and painting, you can be better than me?

Then the monks in the world don't have to cultivate anymore, as long as they study calligraphy and painting?

Therefore, with excellent talent, excellent background, and hard work, there is no reason why he is weaker than others!

This is the source of his self-confidence.

However, in recent years, this self-confidence has been broken again and again!

"Forget about Jipo's bald thief, could it be that this little bald head has a more background and talent than me?"

"I've improved so much in this month, but he's improved even more than me, is he working harder than me?"

All kinds of thoughts were chaotic in his mind, and the Confucian Sword Scholar only felt that his reason was going away, and a beastly spirit was surging, and the tiger teeth in his mouth were getting thicker and longer.

If he continues, he will completely transform into a sky fox and continue to fight with Rowan on all fours!

When the time comes, it will not be as simple as losing face.

However, just as he was gradually losing his mind, an evil ghost suddenly appeared in the ring!

The evil ghost appeared silently, floating quietly behind Rowan's head, and the ghost aura all over his body was extremely restrained, making it almost impossible to notice it.

"In the ring of this Great Buddha Temple, how can ghosts appear?"

The moment his eyes widened, the Confucian Sword Scholar regained his reason because of this, and instead of transforming into a fox, he stopped struggling, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the location where the evil ghost was attacking.

This ghost crept sneaked into the back of Rowan's head, and its purpose was obvious, it must be trying to sneak attack him!

Seeing that it showed its fangs the moment it appeared, and slashed at the back of Luo Wen's head with the bloody blade in his hand, the Confucian Sword Scholar suddenly shouted at this moment: "Be careful!"

Although he has all kinds of personality problems, he is still very clear about right and wrong, and people and ghosts are incompatible!

The monks present also changed their faces the moment they discovered the ghost, and the ripples of mana surging rippled in this square.

Then the demon slashed the bloody blade on the back of Rowan's head in full view!

"Boom!"

Even the female snake primordial god didn't have time to react, and the blood blade collided with Xue Liang's bald head.

Then the blade of blood shattered, turning into star shavings.

The demon with the half-severed blade was stunned for a moment.

Rowan raised his hand and touched the back of his head, and Mu Ran turned his head to look at the evil ghost.

It was a ghost with scarlet eyes and horns on the top of its head, its body was very slender as a whole, but its two arms were extremely thick, and the blood blade caught in its right claw was extremely large, and the aura exposed was extremely vicious!

However, even on the head of this evil spirit, he wore a wreath on his head and a straw skirt around his waist, just like the natives dancing in the rainforest, as funny as they were.

"Bloodthirsty ghosts, evil spirits born in the blood prison, feed on blood, use blood as blades, and are extremely vicious!"

Although Luo Wen never thought that he would encounter such a ghost in this big Buddha temple.

But when the ghost approached, he was actually aware of it, and when he actually saw it, Rowan sniffed a hint of familiarity from the ghost's body.

"Is it a soul?"

He waved his hand and clawed, and a ray of golden light poured into the palm of his hand, and the mana condensed into a golden giant palm, and when the vampthirsty man was stunned, he grabbed it in the palm of his hand!

And after the bloodthirsty ghost was caught by him, he immediately felt the scorching breath from the holy virtue, and the skin and flesh of his body melted away like snow water, and its already slender body quickly became smaller, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a thin bamboo pole.

If it weren't for Rowan's intention to keep his hand, it would have been wiped out.

"Who is it?"

He didn't ask how this vampoid came about, but directly asked "who it is", that is because this vampthirsty ghost is a soul in the "Seven Souls Secret Record", a ghost driven by the monks of the Soul Cultivation Sect!

Since ancient times, it is not only the ghost cultivation that can control ghosts, but also many sects in the righteous path that can control ghosts, such as the ancient tomb sect is to raise corpses and drive corpses as the law, and the soul cultivation sect is a typical ghost control sect.

"Good, good, good!"

The word "good" suddenly sounded three times from the audience, and an elegant monk in a white robe and a green shirt suddenly jumped out.

He clapped his palms with a folding fan, hiding the edge in his words and hiding the needle in the cotton: "Sure enough, it's you!"

Then, he showed the folding fan in his hand with great grace, intentionally or unintentionally, aimed the fan at the stage, so that the monks in the audience could clearly see the six-headed ghost thing painted on his folding fan.

It was six evil spirits dancing samba around a stove.

If you add the vampthirsty who was caught in Rowan's hands, it's a whole seven!

"Seven Souls Secret Record, Soul Cultivation Sect!"

The monks suddenly realized, and their vigilance was slightly lowered, and it turned out to be a monk from the Soul Cultivation Sect.

On the edge of the ring, Lan Xiang Scholar saw that things were developing in an uncontrollable direction, his expression was slightly anxious, and he hurriedly looked at the big hole in the ring, only to see the Confucian Sword Scholar jumping out of the big hole, and he did not immediately pounce on Luo Wen.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, the senior brother's rationality is still there." ”

But at this moment, there are four people on the stage.

Luo Wen looked at the monk: "Soul Cultivation Sect?"

The monk said sharply: "You hurt my sect and take away their exercises, as an elder of the Soul Raising Sect, I will definitely discuss an explanation with you in this ring today!"

Luo Wen realized a little, it turned out that he had beaten the small one, and the old one came to the door: "How many are you?"

The monk sneered: "Xie Eleven!"

Luo Wen nodded: "Xie Shiyi, I remember." Your Xie Thirty-Nine had an argument with me and intended to commit murder, but he was beaten and fled, are you okay now?"

Xie Shiyi said: "The soul is broken, and the memory is lost." ”

Rowan asked, "Then how do you want to talk about it?"

Xie Shiyi sneered: "Naturally, it is to repay the soul with the soul, destroy the soul, and destroy your soul!"