Without waiting for Wei Ling to continue to say beautiful things, the two people who complimented him suddenly said coldly: "Wei Ling, you keep saying that you want to support each other with me, so why do you want to watch us die, you untrustworthy villain." ”

As the two spoke, their figures gradually blurred, and Wei Ling was a little overwhelmed by the change in front of him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but when the words reached his mouth, he suddenly recalled that it had been three years since he had broken through to the third layer of Qi cultivation.

He is not in Fu Zheng Pavilion at all now, and Zheng Jingshan and the others were killed by the master before.

Who is the person in front of you? Where are you?

At the moment when the doubts appeared, the surrounding scene changed, the original Fu Pavilion turned into a dense forest, and the two figures in front of him also dissipated directly, and only a small wooden house stood in front of it.

Wei Ling glanced around in a panic, a fine cold sweat broke out on his face, there was only one possibility for this strange scene.

The evil thing is the evil thing that Zheng Jingshan turned into after their death.

Although he had never heard of a monk turning into an evil being, this was the only explanation for now. He subconsciously wanted to cast a spell, but he was shocked to find that he didn't have half of the spiritual power in his body now, and all the things in his body were gone.

He tried to run again, but no matter how he walked, he couldn't get out of the woods, and no matter which direction he ran, the cabin would appear in front of him.

Wei Ling felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, he knelt in front of the cabin as if he was resigned, and said in a sincere tone:

"Wei is indeed responsible for the death of the two Taoist friends, but I really don't know Zhang Xiaofan's plans, if I know, I will definitely take you to avoid this catastrophe together, if you want to kill me, just take a shot, I Wei Ling has nothing to say."

Then he kowtowed three more times to the cabin, but it was still quiet.

After staying in a kneeling position for an unknown amount of time, Wei Ling's heart suddenly felt a throbbing pain.

Falling to the ground weakly, he felt that he was dying, but he burst out with an amazing will to survive.

He stretched out his hands and tried to support his body, but the pain in his heart made him unable to exert his strength.

At this moment, there was a sound of the door opening from the other side of the wooden house, and the pain in his heart immediately subsided.

Regaining some strength and gasping for breath, Wei Ling struggled to twist his head in the direction of the wooden house, and he was overjoyed when he saw the person who came out.

It's the master, he's here to save himself.

As if the joy overwhelmed the pain in his heart, Wei Ling stood up with all his strength, and was just about to open his mouth to thank his master for saving his life, when a fireball hit his right shoulder.

The heat of the fireball and the tearing of his body caused him great pain, but soon these pains disappeared.

A few more fireballs struck him all over his body, tearing his whole body apart, and then he couldn't feel the inhuman pain.

Consciousness was detached, and nothingness and emptiness enveloped him.

Is this what death feels like?

The perspective continued to rise upward, he seemed to be floating in the air at the moment, looking at the miserable state of his body below, Wei Ling was in a trance for a moment, the corpse didn't look like his own?

But in an instant, a monstrous evil resentment rushed out of the wooden house and wrapped him, and when he invested his consciousness on the master who was cleaning up the corpse below, a deep resentment erupted.

"It was him, it was he who killed me. I want revenge! ”

Call~

Rubbing his temples that were a little sore, Wei Ling was a little puzzled, his sleep quality in the past few days was not very good, and he felt a little dizzy when he woke up every morning.

After slowing down for a long time and eating breakfast, he thought about it and thought that it might be that he had been too diligent in his cultivation recently and had consumed too much energy, and he had not been able to recover from sleeping too short at night.

With the answer in mind, he put the little thing aside.

There was still business to do today, and when he went to Fu Qi Pavilion, he asked Pompey for a briefing.

Since Hu Quan was gone, this Pang steward took over the affairs that Hu Quan was in charge of, and Wei Ling naturally went to his subordinates to listen to the dispatch.

Today's Fu Pavilion is different from usual, and the monks in the pavilion are rarely gathered together.

Whether it is a senior talisman master in the pavilion or a newcomer who does chores, they all gather in the backyard of the Fu Pavilion under the leadership of their respective stewards.

Today is the annual martial arts competition of Fu Gong Pavilion.

Although this martial arts competition is famous, in fact, it is just like that, there are dozens of monks in the pavilion, and there are some old faces who come and go, and there is generally no suspense.

The main purpose of holding a martial arts competition in the pavilion is to test the cultivation progress of the monks in the pavilion and the progress of talisman making skills.

Wei Ling looked at the young people who were full of momentum and recalled when he entered the cabinet.

He was recruited into the Fu Pavilion by Shopkeeper Cai because he was only twenty years old when he cultivated to the second floor of Qi training, and he participated in several martial arts competitions in the pavilion, so he calmed down.

Thinking of the friends he knew before, Wei Ling felt that his head was a little swollen again, and he felt a wave of hatred in his heart for no reason, and the target of hatred was actually the master.

Wei Ling was immediately stunned in place, the hatred was like a huge wave slapping on his deep fear of his master, and the two contradictory emotions were about to tear his spirit apart.

The person next to him tugged at the corner of his clothes, Wei Ling came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a big dream, Cen Cen's cold sweat had already soaked his clothes, he looked around and found that the people around him were secretly glancing at him.

What's even worse is that Shopkeeper Cai, who was standing on the platform, stared straight at him.

Wei Ling had to give an embarrassed salute to Shopkeeper Cai, Shopkeeper Cai glanced at him deeply, and started Fu Zhengge's speech again.

"Fu Zheng Pavilion is my industry, but also everyone's industry, Fu Zheng Pavilion's treatment in Lanshanfang City is also counted, I don't want to see someone in the pavilion do something to eat inside and outside, if everyone is not satisfied with the pavilion, you can talk to the three stewards, if it is not good, you can also talk to me.

In a word, as long as the monks of the Fu Pavilion are responsible, ambitious, and grateful, they will definitely do their best to cultivate them.

"That's all for gossip, I don't need to say more about the specific process of performing martial arts, let's officially start."

The monks below should bow down and go to the stage in order to practice in the order they had been divided.

The first thing to start with is the comparison of the talisman making skills of the talisman master in the pavilion, and each talisman master goes to the stage to draw a talisman that he is best at on the spot, after all, this is the foundation of the talisman pavilion.

After the talisman master's talisman making skills were compared, the cabinet selected the best and issued rewards.

The next thing is for the monks to come to the stage to learn, the purpose of the discussion is mainly to show their own cultivation, and the monks in the pavilion are all old acquaintances who look up and don't look down, and they generally grasp the proportions.