"It's ...... wounded in the realm of consciousness"

"How so?! And you tell the truth word for word! Jiang was ruthless and full of evil spirits.

Don't look at him with a kind face.

At this time, the face was disobedient and terrifying.

Like a transformed devil, he has lost the devil's skin, but the cold murderous intent is still there.

"Yes...... Yes, the second young master was in the realm of consciousness to learn from others, and then he was defeated. And that person is unmatched, with one enemy and ten, many disciples of our house were injured, this matter has been rumored to be a household name, and everyone on the streets of Mixed Yuan City is talking about it! ”

This disciple crackled and said a lot.

The words that have been held back for a long time are said in one breath, which is called a pleasure.

"Impossible! In recent years, Mu'er and Teng'er occupy the top of the young generation in Mixed Yuan City, yesterday Mu'er was defeated by a light enemy, who can defeat Teng'er in the consciousness world? The corners of Jiang Wuru's lips hooked, and his whole body exuded a cold murderous aura.

Jiang's family is being roasted on a shelf.

Now, every monk can explode the black material of the Jiang family.

What the Jiang family is just a joke.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wuru's heart suddenly rose with vinegar.

He angrily stretched out his hand to the table, and the teapot and teacup fell to the ground, and he only scolded loudly: "Check it for me!" Who dares to provoke my Jiang family! ”

"Yes...... The disciples obeyed. The disciples of the Jiang family trembled.

He only buried his head in the ground, not daring to look up at Jiang Wuru.

Jiang Wuru under the rage is very terrifying, like a murderous demon.

What if you are in a bad mood and have your head split?

"The disciple retired."

"Wait, is the person who defeated Teng'er in the consciousness world the same person who defeated Mu'er yesterday?" Jiang ruthlessly suddenly stopped the disciple.

"Well, the disciple heard that the man was only born with a handsome face, his hair was as pale as snow, and he was called a little white face. He had a close relationship with Wu Erlang, the son of Nawu Mansion, and many days ago, Na Wu Erlang asked someone to go to the consciousness realm and was crippled by the second son, not surprisingly, the little white face was also called by the son of Nawu Mansion. The disciple said.

"It's Wufu again! They really deceived me that there was no one in the Jiang family, what a damn thing! You go down, find out the identity of the little white face for me, once you find out, don't worry about killing, come and see me, I have a big reward! Jiang Wuru's expression was cold, and a vicious ruthlessness leaked out of his body.

This old man is extremely angry, and he can understand it from a long distance.

Needless to say, the lives of this old monster are estimated to be eight hundred, if not thousand.

After the words fell, Jiang ruthlessly walked out of the hall alone.

Now, the family's position has been shaken and threatened.

It's all thanks to those two.

In just two days, the Jiang family was put on the cusp, and these two sons must not stay!

On that day, Jiang Fu sent a number of disciples to look for a white-haired young man in the city, with fair skin and a handsome appearance.

As for Chu Hao, the Jiang family has not taken any action yet.

It may be that due to the existence of the martial arts on the bright side, they are waiting for the opportunity.

If the two True Spirit Realm monks can ride on the Jiang family's head, then where will the Jiang family's prestige be in the future?

Wouldn't anyone be able to run to Jiang's door and pee?

Jiang was ruthless and murderous, so he naturally didn't allow such a thing to happen.

Night, quietly coming.

The bright moonlight sprinkled lightly on the Mixed Yuan City, adding a touch of peace to this ancient city.

Chu Hao was arranged by Wu Erlang to rest in a post house.

The shopkeeper of the post house has a close relationship with the Wu Mansion.

For safety, Chu Hao can only be arranged here.

I wanted to take this good brother home to stay, but unfortunately there were rules in the martial arts for generations, and people who were not in the martial arts were not allowed to stay.

In desperation, it had to be so.

The streets are silent in the middle of the night.

Even the sound of water droplets sliding down can be heard clearly.

Chu Hao walked to the windowsill alone and looked down.

The realm of consciousness is both true and false.

It was originally a soul space, but what made Chu Hao wonder was why the physical body could be effective in it?

He didn't figure this out for a long time.

What's even more bizarre is that it is impossible to call on the Immortal Emperor in the realm of consciousness.

It's a bit of a failure.

You must know that on several occasions of life and death, it was the Immortal Emperor who opened his mouth to help.

"What's going on?" Chu Hao asked.

"Do not be worried, do not be worried." The Immortal Emperor said.

With him, there is indeed a sense of security.

This soul contract is different, unconditional help.

Chu Hao nodded and was silent.

He offended the Jiang family, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to get ahead in Mixed Yuan City in the future.

Not to mention what the Jiang family will do, at least it is indispensable.

Whether it is the Jiang family in Wanyue City or the Jiang family in Mixed Yuan City, Chu Hao has already polarized the contradictions.

In the future, there is only one battle.

Thinking of this, Chu Hao sighed.

He raised his eyes to look at the sky and remembered Jiang Ziyue.

I don't know what happened to her now, I haven't seen her for a long time, and I miss her very much.

At that moment, the cry of a child could be heard at the end of the street.

"Stop! Don't hit my brother! ”

A ten-year-old boy cried hoarsely.

On that side, a teenager was beaten to the ground by the crowd.

The little boy stood in front of him, his nose and face were swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, looking very pitiful.

"Say! Are you from the Spirit King's Mansion or not! ”

"Hand over the treasures of your house to spare your lives!"

Several men in different robes surrounded the two of them.

A touch of superior color appeared on their faces, and they must have been extraordinary.

The appearance is mediocre.

However, the leader is extremely vicious, wearing a purple and gold crown, indicating the dignity of his identity.

"The Spirit King's Mansion is thousands of miles away, you can't be a spy sent by them, right?"

"Nope! My brother and I don't know anything about the Spirit King's Mansion at all, don't beat us! ”

The ten-year-old boy was firmly in his arms with the young man.

Chu Hao, who was not far away, looked sideways.

The young man on the ground was dying, his breath was messy, and he must have been mortally wounded.

If you don't help, you will definitely die here.

When the boy dies, how can the little boy live?

"Still quibbling! Call me! "The leader ordered.

He stood alone, a playful smile on his lips.

It's like a player who wants to torture the two on the ground at will.

"Help! Who can save my brother! Don't fight! The little boy cried heartbreakingly, and there were echoes all around him.

Sadly, however, no one came out to help.

The little boy endured severe pain and spurted blood from his mouth.

They lay in pools of blood.

The sight is so tragic that it is heart-wrenching.

"You shout, no one will come out to save you if you shout loudly, you know, in this Chaoyuan City, my father can be described as an existence above ten thousand people!" The young man at the head laughed.

Knock knock.

After saying that, those people beat the boy on the ground even more rampantly, and even wanted to break his arms and leg bones, the means were extremely cruel!