This Li Yun's cultivation is in the late stage of Qi training, and Lu Jiang is sure that within ten breaths, he will put it down.

Lu Jiang's words made Li Yun and several disciples beside him stunned, they didn't expect Lu Jiang to say such a thing, after all, they had just entered the sect for less than a day, if they really wanted to fight, neither side would be able to get good results, and cannibalism among the same sect was a taboo in the Heavenly Fortune Sect.

Li Yun couldn't spit out a word for a long time, stared at Lu Jiang's eyes, almost wanted to burst out of fire, his forehead was exposed, his hands were clenched into fists, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, another young man in white standing next to Li Yun, glanced at Lu Jiang, and said coldly: "This junior brother, it is very unwise to offend an eighth-generation disciple. ”

This sentence is undoubtedly saying that it is unwise for Lu Jiang to offend the eighth generation disciple as a ninth-generation disciple, and he is also warning Lu Jiang of the fact that he is a ninth-generation disciple, Lu Jiang looked at the young man, and after a while, he smiled and said: "This senior brother, a little person also has the temper of a small person. Sometimes, if you anger the little person, you don't necessarily have to pay the price, if you want to fight, I will accompany you at any time, if you want to move your mouth, I am afraid that one day I will not be able to help but slap him. ”

For the eight generations of disciples, Lu Jiang does not have any awe, in his heart, this is like the provocation of the senior class, if Lu Jiang compromises this time, it will only make the senior grade gain an inch, and in addition, Li Yun's strength is not as good as him, he is naturally not afraid.

"Ahhh ”

Seeing this, Lu Jiang sneered a few times, said no more, turned around and continued to wait. But he didn't want to be suppressed by Lu Jiang's half-dead Li Yun, he glanced at Lu Jiang and ran directly to the front of Lu Jiang!

"Cut in line?" Lu Jiang looked at Li Yun standing in front of him, he only felt funny in his heart, he didn't say a word, grabbed Li Yun's neck, and lifted it up like a duck, this Li Yun seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and at the moment when Lu Jiang touched him, a sharp sword appeared in his hand, and he turned around and stabbed towards Lu Jiang.

"What do you want to do?" Lu Jiang stepped back, grabbing Li Yun's right hand by the neck and slamming it hard.

"Gaba!"

"Ah!!" The sound of bones cracking suddenly sounded, Li Yun screamed again and again, and his heart was terrified, he didn't expect Lu Jiang's strength to be so great, especially the hand that grabbed his neck, like an iron hand, so that he couldn't break free in the slightest.

"Look for death!" The white-clothed young man standing behind Lu Jiang heard Li Yun's scream, his eyes flashed sharply, he sacrificed a long sword, and slashed at the top of Lu Jiang's head, in his opinion, Lu Jiang was only a disciple of the ninth generation, plus Lu Jiang made the first move, he didn't care about it.

In the Beast Soul Forest, Lu Jiang didn't know how many spirit beasts he had dealt with, and the crises he encountered were countless, when a sword attacked, Lu Jiang took Li Yun and took a step forward, twisted his waist, and directly threw Li Yun a sword towards the rear.

The young man in white was shocked when he saw this, he hurriedly withdrew a sword, but at this time Li Yun's body had already flown over, and before the young man in white could resist, Li Yun's body hit his head, and the two flew out at the same time.

"As I said, the little people are not so easy to offend. Lu Jiang said with a smile, and then, he said with a cold expression: "If there is a next time, it will not be as simple as being injured." ”

"I haven't seen such an arrogant disciple of the ninth generation for a long time, if my Jufengyun disciple has a next time, what will happen to him?" At this time, a cold voice sounded, and a person walked out of the front team, this person was dressed in a yellow sect robe, his gloomy face was full of arrogance, and he looked at Lu Jiang as if he was looking at a clown who jumped off the beam.

In the Heavenly Fortune Sect, the costumes from the nine generations of disciples to the first generation of disciples were: gray, white, yellow, orange, red, blue, blue, black, and purple. Lu Jiang looked at the seven generations of disciples, sensing the disdain in his eyes, Lu Jiang said indifferently: "What will happen to you, you will know when the time comes." ”

"Do you know what happens when you fight with the same door? The seven generations of disciples changed their words, and their tones became aggressive.

"Hehe, I don't know what will happen when I fight with the same door, what I know is that if someone offends me, I will offend someone. Lu Jiang said with a smile. There are not thousands of people in line, but hundreds, and the matter has gone through hundreds of people for all to see, Lu Jiang is not afraid, and Lu Jiang is not worried about whether he will offend this Juyun Peak, after all, he has a friend who is a disciple of the King of Furious War, and this kind of relationship, Lu Jiang is sorry for his modern identity if he does not borrow it.

The surrounding disciples looked at Lu Jiang blankly, in their opinion, it was a great luck that the nine generations of disciples were not provoked, but they didn't expect that these nine generations of disciples would dare to take the initiative to threaten the seven generations of disciples, this was simply death.

"If anyone sins against me, I will slay him, and if anyone sins against me, I will kill him." At this moment, a gloomy word sounded, and a person walked out of the crowd, Lu Jiang turned his head to look, not only stunned, this person was actually the gloomy young man who wanted to kill Yuan Chong. At this time, this young man was still wearing a black robe, and he was not wearing the clothes of the sect, what made Lu Jiang puzzled, why did this young man come forward?

"Who are you?" The seven generations of disciples were stunned when they saw the gloomy young man, and said sharply, there are not many people who have seen this gloomy young man, and this young man is not wearing a sect uniform, which makes the seven generations of disciples believe that this young man is also a new disciple this time.

The gloomy young man ignored the seven generations of disciples, and looked at Lu Jiang with white eyes: "My name is Coffin Sheng." ”

"Lu Jiang. Lu Jiang looked at the young man in surprise and replied.

"We'll meet again!" After the coffin finished speaking, he walked towards the library pavilion, looking at the back of the coffin, Lu Jiang was confused.

"zhanzhu, I ask who you are!!" When had the seven generations of disciples been ignored by a new disciple? He was furious in his heart and shouted loudly.

The coffin did not stop, the pace was slow.

"Look for death!" The seventh generation disciple snorted coldly, sacrificed a spirit sword, jumped into the air, and slashed towards the coffin with a sonic boom.

At the moment when the seven generations of disciples moved, the coffin paused violently, he turned his head, the eyes full of white pupils suddenly diffused a thick sense of death, he raised his right hand, the seven generations of disciples who were rushing to the scene paused violently, looked at the coffin in horror, the spirit sword in his hand fell, and his hands were weirdly pinching his neck.

"Gaba!" There was a sound of bones cracking from the necks of the seven generations of disciples, and the fear in the eyes of the seven generations of disciples was even stronger, and from beginning to end, the coffin did not touch him in the slightest.

"Ah!!" The seventh generation disciple let out a burst of screams, but the screams stopped abruptly, and he actually broke his own neck and died tragically on the spot.

There was silence on the empty floor, only the heavy breathing of hundreds of disciples, everyone looked at the seven generations of disciples who had broken their necks in horror, and looked at the coffins with gloomy faces in horror, one by one as if they had seen ghosts, and even Li Yun and the two of them turned pale with fright.

Glancing at the corpses of the seven generations of disciples, the coffin sheng's pupilless eyes swept towards Lu Jiang again, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a strange smile, and then, he turned around and returned to the position where he had stood before.

Lu Jiang stood in place, for some reason, a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart, he clearly felt that this coffin was full of hostility when he looked at him, and even, Lu Jiang guessed that he killed these seven generations of disciples in front of him to warn when he had offended such a terrifying person? Could it be Yuan Chong? Impossible!!

A few thoughts flashed through Lu Jiang's mind, and he couldn't understand why this coffin had such a strong hostility towards him.

When the coffin returned to the position where he was standing before, the dozens of disciples in front of him got out of the way one after another, and the previous methods of the coffin student deterred every disciple standing there.

Lu Jiang suppressed the thoughts in his heart, looked at the disciples with frightened faces, and stood back in his position, with an indifferent face towards the tragic death of the seven generations of disciples, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him. After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Lu Jiang took out a token of the ninth generation disciple and entered the library pavilion.