"Ding Xiaoman, as long as you come to my temple, I will teach you this divine finger. Not only that, but the other mastery of my temple is also at your disposal. The old dean Wu Yunfei extended an olive branch to Ding Chuan with a smile on his face, and it was undoubtedly a huge temptation to enter the temple and study all kinds of peerless studies casually.

However, before Ding Chuan could reply, the old madman couldn't help but scream and curse like thunder.

"Wu Dalang, you are really a thick-skinned race wall! You just relied on realm cultivation to break my apprentice's Heaven Swallowing Hand with a divine finger, if in the same realm, who wins and who loses is still a matter of two words. ”

The old dean's face changed again and again, and he said coldly: "Second madman, you don't even remember the exercises of the Deserted Palace, how to teach him martial arts will only miss his future in vain." ”

The old madman seemed to have been stepped on by the tail, and his face turned black and said: "You don't have to worry about this, you can get out of me now, and keep rolling." ”

The hundreds of students who were watching were in an uproar, this crazy old man in the desolate hall was too bold to speak like this to the old dean of the Desolate Academy.

has been pointed at his nose and scolded, even the clay man has three points of anger, and the old dean's slender eyes shot out two cold lights, like a lightning bolt in place.

"I am the head of the first academy of the Divine Desolation Academy, and if you dare to be rude to me again, don't blame me for not remembering the friendship of the same family and expelling you. ”

The old madman said disdainfully: "You really put gold on your face, and use chicken feathers as arrows, Master, his old man said that you should temporarily act as the dean, you really treat yourself as a dish." ”

This remark was undoubtedly a boulder thrown into Jinghu, causing an uproar, Wu Yunfei turned out to be only the temporary dean, not the deserved dean of the college, hundreds of students turned to each other, and the discussion became louder and louder.

"You utter madman, today I'm going to teach you how to be humble. ”

The old dean's mouth thundered and suppressed all the sounds below, and turned into a flash of lightning and pounced on the old madman, and with a palm out, the sky was full of vast palm shadows, and the entire land collapsed and sank under this sound, and the students who were closer were swept away by the terrifying air waves, Ding Chuan took out the fierce shield in danger, blocking the terrifying impact of the Yuan force, but the terrifying force still knocked him out more than ten zhang away.

"Rongtian**. ”

Not to be outdone, the old madman slashed a palm at the top, and a ten-zhang long fire dragon went up against the sky, and the terrifying fire was about to burn the sky and collapse, and the students who were dozens of feet away felt a heat wave coming, and their mouths were dry.

"Hmph! It's still this trick over and over again, look at my gale twelve swords. ”

The old dean snorted coldly, cut down diagonally with his vertical palm, and the dazzling white horse slashed angrily in the air, a sword faster than a sword, like a sword scraping bones by a strong wind, sharp and peerless.

"Sonorous ......"

This Gale Twelve Swords is the advanced swordsmanship of the Wind Clan, but the Divine Desolate Academy only has the exercises of the first six swords, and the old dean has split a total of six sword training skills, the first three swords were burned to nothing by the Rongtian Palm, and the last three are incomparably powerful and dismembered the fire dragon into several sections.

The fire dragon more than ten zhang long exploded, the blazing fire flew wildly, and the terrifying waves of qi rushed in all directions, turning into a piece of scorched earth here, and the old madman was shocked back seven or eight steps because his cultivation realm was not as good as the other party, and his face turned pale and spit out three mouthfuls of blood.

The old dean Wu Yunfei stared indifferently at the old madman and strode forward, the terrifying Yuan Force fluctuations were like a vast ocean around him, and every time he took a step, the entire mountain was screaming and trembling.

"You crazy guy, leaving you in the Divine Desolate Academy will cause a catastrophe sooner or later, today I will abolish your cultivation and be a mortal to live for the rest of your life!"

The old dean's eyes were cold, and his body rushed forward like electricity, and suddenly the wind and clouds were agitated in the clear sky, and a thunderbolt dozens of zhang long was about to come down, the old dean let out a miserable scream, and his body was almost split apart, and the white beard and white eyebrows of the original fairy wind bones turned into nothing in an instant, wisps of green smoke came out of his body, and a smell of burnt skin and flesh permeated.

Seeing the miserable appearance of the old dean, the old madman didn't care about the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, Wu Dalang, you come to kill me! ”

The old dean Wu Yunfei wanted to open his mouth to say something, but a puff of green smoke came out, and he looked at the sky with great fear, where there was an invisible peerless array in operation, and the fluctuations coming from it made people palpitate.

"Hmph! You half-crippled man is not worth my hands at all. ”

After the old dean coldly shook off a sentence, his big hand picked up Wu Ming in the distance and rushed to the sky, leaving a sigh on the spot, that person was really Senior Brother Wu Ming, one of the four great heavenly arrogances of the Divine Desolate Academy, and the contradiction between the dean of the Dean of the Desolate Academy and the crazy old man of the Desolate Hall was made a big fuss by some students, these students came from the five regions of the world, and they spread the news one after another.

After the crowd dispersed, the old madman kept muttering: "Oops!, this old bastard Wu Dalang is really ruthless! ”

Ding Chuan's face darkened and said: "It's good to be scattered, old madman, you are a teacher in vain, and you haven't even taught me a decent set of exercises, so I'm embarrassed to say that I am a disciple of your desolate palace." ”

"Eh, how can you talk to your teacher, if I hadn't rescued you today, you would have gone to Hades. ”

Speaking of this, the old madman's cloudy eyes lit up, and he said, "Ding boy, why don't we make a deal, you teach me that Heaven Swallowing Hand, and I will teach you my Rongtian **." ”

"You old man really know how to fight, I don't need your Rongtian **, I need the anti-heaven martial arts that sweep all directions. ”

"Heaven-defying martial arts?" The old madman seemed to suddenly think of something, his voice lowered by a few points, and said: "My desolate hall has a set of exercises called Pan Desolate Sutra, which was created by the founder of the Divine Desolate Academy, but I'm afraid that you won't be able to practice it." ”

"Why?"

"Because I didn't practice the posture of Tianzhong back then, it's strange that you can practice a newly emerging tattoo. ”

Ding Chuan said with some excitement: "Old madman master, as long as you give me that desolate scripture, I will pass on the Heaven Devouring Hand to you." ”

"Okay, it's decided, it's done, if you don't do it, you're a bastard of the turtle. The old madman readily agreed.

In the courtyard of the Xiao family in the Xichuan Continent, a woman in purple sat on the steps with fragrant cheeks and looked at the bright starry sky, a pair of beautiful eyes with water waves had a sad beauty, and there was a moving charm, the evening breeze blew, and the soft long black hair was flying, and the style was outstanding.

"Xiaohuan, why have you been in a daze alone lately, do you have something on your mind that you don't tell your mother. A noble and beautiful woman was full of pity, and she pulled the hair between her foreheads.

"Mother, I'm just too bored and want to go out for a walk. Xiao Huan said with a somewhat depressed expression.

Hearing this, the woman's face changed, and she said: "No, it's too dangerous outside, what do you want to do when you stay at home as a girl, you don't know how worried you were when you were kidnapped by the young master of the Demon Palace, and you washed your face with tears all day long." ”

Speaking of this, the woman's face changed as if she understood something, and she asked with some disbelief: "Xiaohuan, don't scare me, you won't like that little devil of the Dragon Prison Palace, right?"

Xiao Huan's blown-up face climbed into a trace of redness, and even she didn't notice it, she explained in a panic: "What's the matter, but he is quite interesting, and his nature is not bad." ”

Hearing this, the woman's heart tightened, how could her daughter's panicked look just now escape her eyes as a mother, she said in a deep voice with a straight face: "Xiaohuan, you must not like him, he is a down-and-out young master of the Dragon Prison Palace, he is weak, surrounded by great enemies, and even survival is a problem, he can't give you a future, I will never allow you to come and go." ”

"Mother's ......"

"Don't say it anymore, there are countless young talents in the world, why bother to give up your happiness for a down-and-out person, and choose a good husband for you another day. ”

......

In the evening, the sunset is dying, the fiery red and gorgeous sunset lasts for a long time in the sky, Ding Chuan sits cross-legged on the top of the barren mountain, facing the sunset and the slanting sun to heal his wounds, the purple-gold Shenhua and the dark and inky evil qi are reflected in his body, alternately circulating, bursts of flesh and blood rhythm sound from his body, broken bones are reconnected, hundreds of veins are dredged, two hours later his injuries are all recovered, when he opened his eyes, the sky has darkened, only the dim starlight in the endless void deep flickering afterglow.

"Boy, you're finally awake. A hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him, frightening Ding Chuan to jump out a few feet away.

"Old madman, why are you like a ghost, trying to scare me to death. ”

"Hey, hey, hey, don't you want to learn the Wild Scripture! ”

After the old madman finished speaking, he walked forward without a point, and Ding Chuan scolded secretly: "This old guy is really like an old ghost, he walks without a sound." ”

Although he was dissatisfied, he still followed quickly, the terrible wind raged on the top of the mountain, and under the night when he couldn't see his fingers, the old and the young buried their heads and walked back to the mountain.

"Old madman, you don't take me there in broad daylight, why do you take me there at night, you don't want to kill people, seize treasures, make money, and kill yourself, right?" Ding Chuan asked with some apprehension.

"Hmph! If you don't want to recruit Wu Dalang, shut your stinky mouth. ”

The old madman let out a low cry and quickened his pace, Ding Chuan felt a little uneasy in his heart, but he still stubbornly followed the old madman and walked down one foot at a time.

After coming to the back mountain, it was still dead and scary, and there was no insect sound, and after walking for about half an hour, the old madman suddenly stopped and said in a low voice: "It's here." ”

Ding Chuan looked in the direction pointed by the old madman, and under the faint moonlight, he saw a huge stone tablet obliquely inserted on the gentle mountain wall, exuding a faint evil aura.

"What the hell is this place, how is it like a tombstone. Ding Chuan was deeply disturbed, the scene in front of him was even more terrifying than the exorcism cave of the Miao Barbarian Clan, and he turned around and left without the slightest hesitation