A person has peculiar characteristics, that is an individual case, a group of people has characteristics that are different from a larger group of people, this is not too peculiar, if the whole group of people have the same characteristics, then it is not called a characteristic, but a universal form.

In the eyes of Wen Chuanting, Taitianmen is no longer peculiar, but universal, maybe there are some people who are different from the current common, but what he sees in his eyes is really only a universal commonality.

"The Terrans have given you authority and responsibility, in addition to giving you a sense of overlooking and empty-eyed, and the life and death of mortals, where will the responsibility of protecting the Terran be to, and where will the mission of the Terran be located?"

"Fighting bravely and ruthlessly, being domineering, and bullying the weak and fearing the hard! What else is there besides?"

"Not a single warning signal can be clearly distinguished, has all the common knowledge been wantonly trampled on?"

The road is far away, and there is an end to the feet of walking.

Standing in the wide martial arts arena, seeing the dense crowd of human heads lining up in a neat line on the wide arena to cultivate martial arts and evolution skills, asked Chuanting's eyes to shine for a moment, and then dimmed, "Cultivation is so slack, what else can arouse their interest, what can make their blood boil?"

He didn't know what could make this group of people with empty shelves spontaneously take the initiative.

"Who is it?I don't know if this is a martial arts venue.,Can't you peep at will?!"

With a loud shout, Wen Chuanting woke up from the desolation of contemplation, raised his head, and entered a pair of curious eyes, the soft empty shelves were seriously deformed with the transfer of gaze, and several people's necks turned too fast, and their bodies twisted, and one fell directly to the ground unsteadily.

A low cry of misery sounded in the jagged shouts, and a few laughs broke through the cover of the shouts that seemed to be made by working hard to cultivate, and went straight to the ears of Wen Chuanting.

"Who are you, whose disciple? Why didn't you wear sect clothes? Also, didn't your master tell you that you can't enter the martial arts arena at will?"

A burst of shouts came out, as if there was no need for ventilation.

The short man stood in front of Wen Chuanting and waved his rough palm, "Get out of here, call your master, I want to ask, how did he teach his disciples!"

Before the words fell, the cold light flashed in Wen Chuanting's eyes, and the rich and inseparable killing intent suddenly bloomed, and the person walked at will, and the palm of his hand was lightly imprinted on the short man's chest.

With a muffled snort, the man fell down, flew out more than ten zhang upside down, turned into a rolling gourd, and a mouthful of blood was sprinkled on the ground that rolled all the way.

"Damn, which bastard taught you to be a disciple who dared to do it in the martial arts arena and dare to sneak attack the elders?!"

"What kind of elder are you, blind with a pair of dog eyes, and your brain is a mess!"

This sentence didn't come out of his mouth after all, but it passed through his mind for a while, and he looked at the man with a sharp gaze, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, eager to immediately kill him who spit out the third sentence.

"Bastard, lawless you, come on, kill him for me!"

The man vomited blood, glared at Wen Chuanting fiercely with an almost cannibalistic gaze, and then turned to a group of stunned disciples.

"Humph!"

There is a bit of blood, a bit of responsibility, which is also the reason why Wen Chuanting did not have a killer, Taitianmen, in his eyes, is already rotten from the root to the tip, rotten inside and out, this short man seems to be not bad, has not been completely corroded one, cherishing talents, appreciating the psychology, let him give up continuing to move.

No matter how much he admired, he couldn't hide the foolishness of this man after all, and with an angry shout, he let Wen Chuanting no longer keep his hand, the sword was sharpened flat, and the two bright sword lights burst out, covering the brilliance of the sun.

The two sword lights crossed diagonally, and the murderous aura was permeated, rushing straight into the nine skies, and in an instant, the wind and clouds changed, rolling up and howling.

On the martial arts arena, all the disciples were distracted, and their attention was no longer on their own cultivation at all, seeing the short coach jumping out and shouting, Qi Qi focused on him from the corner of his eyes, hoping for the development of the situation, waiting for this short-sighted disciple to be taught a lesson by the short man.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the short coach was knocked down in an instant, and it can even be said that he was knocked down by this slender young man who seemed to be weak without handing out a single move.

The disciples were amazed, and the image of the dwarf coach, a majestic, high-minded, and invincible master, instantly collapsed from the impression, smashed into a pile of powder on the ground, and spread a huge amount of smoke and dust, which dissipated with the breeze.

As the short man shouted, shouted hoarsely, and greeted hysterically, all the disciples recovered from their stunnedness, and there was a moment of hesitation in their eyes, and then they turned to Wen Chuanting, who was standing on the edge of the martial arts arena, one person shouted bravely, and several enthusiastic disciples competed for the lead.

The herd mentality made the disciples forget the fierceness of the people who came, and the sharpness of the moves, and even drowned out the hesitation and fear in their hearts, shouting one by one, waving their fists one by one, throwing off their big feet one by one, and running straight towards the question and Chuanting.

"Where did you come from, a wild boy, dare to spread wild in my Taitianmen!"

"This bastard actually dares to hit the coach!"

"Kill him, kill him!"

shouted one by one, and the crowd was excited.

If a person is faced with the question of the coach who just beat down the coach neatly, maybe he really has to hesitate in his heart, compare his own force value, whether he is an opponent, maybe the blood in his heart and the identification with the sect will make him give up all his fears, face the question of Chuanting who came with victory, maybe he will directly shrink his head, just if he didn't hear the short coach's shout.

But at this moment, although the invincible image of the short man has just collapsed, there are still remnants of power, and there are even more bloody brave beings taking the lead, a group of people blindly obeying, what psychological fear, at this moment turned into a swarm of progress.

This was also the same moment when Wen Chuanting quickly slashed out two swords one after another.

The terrifying screams were released, and the sound of ping-pong that tore everything apart formed a terrifying magic sound in the martial arts arena to reverberate back and forth. It's almost like mowing grass, and the brush is all over the place.

In the blink of an eye, the bodies of dozens or hundreds of disciples were torn into two and three under the cutting of this crazy sword qi, and small blood marks appeared on the body, soaking through the clothes they were wearing outside, and flowing downward.

The running body rushed up with the momentum of surging and extinguishing everything, eager to crush the question that still dared to draw his sword and swing it.

Running two steps, a piece of body fell, only a pair of legs and feet were still running, not far away, the sound of puffs was endless, a pair of legs and feet also stepped into the footsteps of the remnants, all fell to the ground.

Blood sprayed wildly, staining the clean, flat ground red in an instant.

The stump and broken arm are horizontal, the lucky ones are cut in half by a sword, and the painful ones are also cut in half, unlike the existence that has lost its hands and feet, and its heart veins have been cut off by a sword, and they are killed in running and anger, and there is no pain at all, and they, twisting their upper bodies, dragging their long intestines, and wailing in pain on the ground.

Perhaps they regretted their impulsiveness at the same time, regretted not insisting on their hesitation, did not seriously examine the fear in their hearts, and regretted that they were enthusiastic for a while, and were ordered by the short coach who failed in that move, and habitually obeyed.

There is no regret medicine in the world, life cannot be pushed to the rush, at this moment, no matter what the consequences are, they must bear it themselves.

The sound of the square was continuous, and it was particularly piercing in the pop of falling bodies.

The powerful sword qi, wrapped in an indomitable momentum, drilled from the crowd and slashed towards the weapon rack behind them, the weapon used for practice, the fragile material was not much tougher than the human body, the two intertwined sword lights slashed through, and fell into the dust one after another, and the sword qi was still unstoppable, slashing towards the house farther back.

Mixed with screams, the indestructible sword qi directly smashed the entire house and collapsed, and a large amount of smoke and dust boiled.

"Don't come here!"