This slash, it seems to be doomed to Xin Lan's life.

On the other side, Wang Feng came with a whistling, with his cautious temperament, if he didn't confirm Xin Lan's death, he would not be reconciled, and besides, the other party was trespassing on the Donglin Sect, and he had a good reason to put Xin Lan to death.

"Blame, blame you for not being able to do it!"

Wang Feng's voice came in the wind.

The speed of the slash was very fast, and almost instantly, it was already slashed in front of Xin Lan.

However, that slash slashed through Xin Lan's body like the wind, lifted Xin Lan's clothes, there were no traces on the clothes, only as if it had been touched, its power almost disappeared without a trace, and it did not cause harm to Xin Lan.

This scene made Wang Feng stunned, the power of that slash, the real power, did not cause harm to Xin Lan, how could this be?

"This..."

Wang Feng pointed at Xin Lan with an incredible expression.

The mountain gate behind him, a vast fluctuation, came out from the Donglin Sect, and at the same time, several monks in purple shirts in the sect walked out with an indifferent aura.

"Wang Feng, you are so bold, you dare to hurt the guests of the Donglin Sect!"

The purple-shirted monk at the head looked at Wang Feng and said coldly.

Wang Feng trembled when he saw the purple-shirted monk in front of him, he thought that the other party was just an ordinary monk, but the current change made him a little difficult to accept.

Therefore, he could only keep his head down and did not dare to speak.

As a disciple of the Donglin Sect, he knows too well the representative of the purple shirt, that is the core disciple of the Donglin Sect, and the number of people in the entire sect is very small, but now there are five people...

It can be seen that Xin Lan's identity must be unusual.

"I read that you have made meritorious contributions to the sect, and you will be punished to guard Guya for a year, and you will not go quickly. ”

The purple-shirted monk led by him said coldly, he didn't give Wang Feng a chance to think about it at all, and waved his hand to let the two inner disciples take him away.

He turned around, looked at Xin Lan, and felt Xin Lan's cultivation, there was a touch of disdain in his eyes, but it was hidden, and he bowed to Xin Lan.

"Doctor He is already in the Inner Sect, and I also ask Senior Brother Xin to come with me, it is the fault of my Donglin Sect, these are the compensation made by my Donglin Sect, and I hope Senior Brother Xin will not take it to heart. ”

The purple-shirted monk took out a storage bag, handed it to Xin Lan, and said politely.

Xin Lan took the storage bag, his consciousness swept away, and he couldn't help but get excited in his heart, there were so many spirit stones in the storage bag, and there were also a lot of pills, all of which were about the pills that broke through to the Jindan realm, which was exactly what he needed right now.

But the change in his face at this scene made the purple-shirted monk even more disdainful.

"Please also ask Senior Brother Xin to come with me. ”

The purple-shirted disciple walked forward a little and said slowly.

"Senior Brother Xin, Xue'er won't go with you, Xue'er will still go to meet with her sisters..."

At this time, Ouyang Xue'er spoke.

Xin Lan hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Ouyang Xue'er was the exchange person this time, if she was missing, I am afraid that it would make Donglin Sect feel despised by Tianchen Sect, and when the time comes, it will cause a series of troubles.

The inner sect and the outer sect of the East Sect have hesitation after all, especially the building, the outer sect is very natural, but the inner sect is very luxurious, and the aura is spread everywhere, and the degree of richness can make many monks feel excited.

Even, one day of cultivation in the inner sect can be worth two days of cultivation in the outer sect, absorbing a breath of aura, but it can be worth one hour in the outer sect.

The gap between the two sects and the changes in cultivation determine the strength of the talent, the strong are getting stronger and stronger, and the weak can only practice by themselves, constantly enhancing their cultivation, striving to enter the inner gate and obtain better resources.

Talent is one of the criteria.

"Senior Uncle Qiyu, Senior Brother Xin has already brought!"

The purple-shirted monk took Xin Lan to an ancient building, but only reported it outside the door, and did not set foot inside, so he stood outside and waited for news.

Long.

"Take him to school"

Only one voice came out.

School field?

Xin Lan was very puzzled in his heart, what did they bring themselves here for, there are many strong people in the Donglin Sect, he just exudes his divine sense, this is the inner gate of the Donglin Sect, not the outer gate.

There are so many strong people here, almost the power of the entire Donglin Sect, even if there is He Xiaotian's existence, he is just too presumptuous.

"Lan's sword, how can it be something that juniors like you can understand, if you can understand such a waste, doesn't it mean that Lan is also a waste!"

Before Xin Lan could get closer, she heard a voice coming from inside the school grounds.

When he approached, he found that the person who spoke was a middle-aged man, holding a sword, and was babbling something to some disciples who had just entered the inner door, while the other disciples were used to it.

The sword in the middle-aged man's hand was very ordinary, just an ordinary sword, but listening to his description, it was a very powerful and extraordinary sword, but he didn't hear him say that he wanted to sell it out, just talking about the difference in the sword.

"Lan's sword, you don't understand..."

His voice came out again...

"Uncle Lan!"

The purple-shirted monk bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man surnamed Lan.

Uncle Lan!

Xin Lan's eyes were shocked, but thinking about it, he dared to say such things to these disciples so blatantly, and scolded them for being a waste, but no one dared to resist anything, all pretending to listen patiently.

"Seniors"

Xin Lan saw the middle-aged man surnamed Lan looking at him, and hurriedly bowed respectfully.

With his cultivation, all the people in the Donglin Sect need to be cautious, especially these moody people, who knows whether the other party will be happy or angry in the next moment, and it is better to make friends if they can befriend, than to add an enemy for no reason.

"Boy, what do you think of Lan's sword?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Lan looked at Xin Lan and showed Xin Lan the Fan Tie in his hand.

But just glanced at Xin Lan, and quickly took it back, as if the sword was a great magic weapon, for fear that Xin Lan would snatch it.

"This sword is mortal iron!"

Xin Lan thought for a while and said.

Fan Tie!

The moment Xin Lan said this, all the disciples around raised their heads and looked at Xin Lan, even the purple-shirted monk beside him had surprise in his eyes.

The identity and cultivation of the middle-aged person surnamed Lan are obvious to all, as long as he is a person with a heart, he will not choose to go to the water like this, after all, to say this is to offend the middle-aged person surnamed Lan.

As for those inner disciples, they felt that what Xin Lan said was too right, and they wanted to say it countless times, but because of the middle-aged identity of the surname Lan, they didn't dare to say it too much.

After all, it is a disciple who belongs to him, and if he offends his master, how can he have a better time in the sect in the future.

"What, you actually said that Lan's sword is mortal iron, who is your master, let him give it to Lan, Lan Mou has to talk about him. (To be continued.) )