My cultivation script went astray

The sword cultivator suddenly turned his head and stared at Chen Lang.

"Are you dissatisfied on his behalf? Why don't you see what you are capable of?"

The last battle made him feel very unhappy. He had a clear mind. Even if he lost, he would simply admit that his skills were inferior to others, but he didn't want to win in such a unclear and uncomfortable way.

After a quick glance, he noticed Chen Lang's early stage of foundation building. He stretched out three fingers:

"You take my three moves. If you succeed, you will win. I will let you go in my name."

"No!" The elder suddenly raised his voice and sternly refused.

The sword cultivator said: "Just think of it as my ransom for him and record it on the account of No. 16."

"Stop talking! If you go down, this battle will be cancelled." The elder said.

This surprised Jianxiu. He didn't understand. He's just a prisoner. Why do you care so much?

I still can't beat a mere early-stage foundation-building monk?

However, Jianxiu discovered that the elder's attention was on Prisoner No. 17 and was not directed at him.

Chen Lang also discovered this problem, and felt a little trembling in his heart, isn't it, Lao Deng, I said I have a hidden weapon on my body, you don't really believe it, do you?

Isn’t this world a place for sarcastic people?

"Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?" The elder stared at Chen Lang.

Chen Lang said, "I haven't seen you yet."

"Is this important? The elder asked you to leave. If he refuses to accept it, I will give him three chances." Jian Xiu said, having made the oath, it was like peeing half-way, holding back the discomfort.

"Don't talk too much."

The elder unexpectedly went into action. The midfielder called all the dozen deacons over and pointed at Chen Lang, "When did this person come?"

"I escorted seven prisoners here yesterday. He wanted to rob them, so he captured them on the way."

"Why did you arrest this ignorant person?" The elder suddenly became angry and spoke extremely harshly.

"He admits that he is a member of the Pingtian Sect."

The deacon who answered was very confused. He was the captain of the team yesterday. He thought they were just your trial materials. Do you need to be so strict?

"You haven't fought yet, are you scared? It seems that you are really frightened." Chen Lang said, continuing to stimulate the swordsman and the audience.

The sword cultivator was indeed irritated, "Elder, completely unlock the seal on his body, and everyone behind him, too. Are we, the Qingmu Sect, all cowards? To beat a group of prisoners, we need them to wear shackles."

"Well said." Chen Lang agreed.

"What do you know!"

The elder couldn't bear it anymore and said in a deep voice: "He is Chen Lang from the Tianjian Sect."

Chen Lang?

Hearing this name, everyone was silent. I think I have heard of this name? Something familiar.

Then, words such as "Dung Immortal" and "Taichi" started to appear one after another, and his appearance made many people jump.

"Chen Lang? Pingtian Sect?"

"Well, by the way, it is said that he was captured by the Pingtian Sect and made into a puppet, so he actually appears here."

In the audience, a rich man smiled lightly:

"The Tianjian Sect was so cowardly that day that they didn't dare to take people back. Do you need our help to send them back? Do you need to pay a ransom?"

"Forget it, the empress of Pingtian Sect is fighting for the custody of the child with the leader of Tianjian Sect. Let's not interfere."

After saying that, everyone burst into laughter.

The story that Immortal Dung was made into a puppet and went back to visit the sect, almost causing a war between the two sects, had long been spread. This made Tianjian Sect very embarrassed and was criticized by outsiders.

As an enemy, the Qingmu Sect is happy to see this happen.

You know nothing! The elder was speechless. He was going to explain patiently, but at this time, the sword cultivator actually took action directly!

"Chen Lang! Is it you?"

A ray of sword light struck at Chen Lang, but the elder immediately stepped in the middle to stop the fight.

The sword cultivator lost his composure and yelled, "Chen Lang, you killed my brother in Walang Town. I didn't ask you to settle the score, but you came to the door on your own initiative?"

"Still Han Tianxiao? What name do you want to use to hide from me today?"

He avenged his brother that day and rushed to Tianjian Sect at great risk, but ended up beating the wrong person. He has never forgotten this revenge.

"calm."

The elder blocked Chen Lang behind him, looked at the audience, and explained:

"This man has a special physique and is gifted with the ability to hold souls. He is no less than the leader of the Southern Cult. He is very popular. The empress of the Pingtian Cult left a mark on him, right between the eyebrows.

Suddenly appearing here today, I'm afraid there is a conspiracy. What I mean is, investigate first. "He expressed concern that if Chen Lang is killed, unknown changes may occur.

"Why do you know so well?" Chen Lang was surprised. There were many people who knew his nickname, followed by his real name, and even fewer people had met him. After all, he was just a foundation-building monk.

But this elder not only recognized him at a glance, but also knew his status in the Pingtian Sect. Even Zhong Haoran didn't know this. This intelligence ability impressed him.

He pressed the jade bracelet on his waist. The situation was not good. If he couldn't wait for the seal to be completely released, he would take action directly.

"Yeah, who said this?"

Others also asked, expressing doubts about the elder, how could he know this as a disciple.

"Elder, please get out of the way." The sword cultivator stared at Chen Lang, his murderous intent growing stronger. Now it was no longer a question of whether the victory was fair, but a question of revenge for his younger brother.

"Don't worry about it, let them fight. The Tianjian Sect is timid. Are we, the Qingmu Sect, as timid as them?" Someone in the audience shook their heads, feeling that their worries were too much.

"No, go back." The elder resisted the pressure and sternly refused.

But then, he suddenly felt the momentum of the people behind him rising, and the seal was broken by someone.

Turning his head, he saw Chen Lang retreating more than ten steps and smiling:

"Thank you for unsealing the seal, we can start now."

At the same time, the wealthy man in the audience retracted his orchid finger, his breath subsided, and he smiled, "It's a fight, what a big deal? People have grudges to avenge, I like to see it, you elder, you are so unreasonable."

The elder was helpless, it was really a group of difficult people, do you really think I'm afraid of a foundation-building cultivator? I'm afraid of bringing that thing, otherwise you

Wait, what is that?

He saw Chen Lang put a jade bracelet on his wrist, and then took out a banner, which was filled with a faint blood color.

The elder's face changed suddenly, "Not good!"

He decisively rushed towards Chen Lang, trying to take away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but Chen Lang's soul-controlling speed was extremely fast, and thousands of dead souls emerged in an instant, rushing to the elder's head and bleeding, and some even drilled into his mouth, nostrils and eyes, almost shattering his soul.

When he calmed down and looked up, the worst scene had already happened.

The overwhelming dead souls covered the entire venue like a black cloud.

"What is this?"

The wealthy man was stunned. Many disciples had never seen the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but they were stunned by the momentum of the thousand souls.

"Ten Thousand Souls Banner." The elder's face was stiff.

"What?"

The wealthy man was shocked. He had seen the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but could it be used so quickly? The soul shepherds of the Pingtian Sect have made such great progress?

"Isn't this what you want to see?" The elder looked at him coldly. Now he was in big trouble.

When the two were talking, the formation had taken shape, and the whole venue was suppressed by the terrifying aura.

Chen Lang had already retreated to a distance, with the Earth Escape Talisman and the Three Life Plate in his left hand and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his right hand. In an instant, the formation was formed and began to suppress.

The dead souls flew around and screamed. He was safe and sound, but except for himself, everyone was under attack, and there were casualties before they took action.

Chen Lang used most of his strength on the elders and the wealthy man to suppress their cultivation. He had observed that there were only two Jindan masters here, and they were the biggest danger. The others were not to be feared.

"The legendary Ten Thousand Souls Banner? You are so brave that you dare to come to my Qingmu Sect to collect souls."

The sword cultivator was sobered up by this shock and calmed down a lot. However, he noticed that Chen Lang should be the core of this formation and the biggest weakness. As long as he was killed, the formation would fall apart.

So, he still held the sword and rushed up.

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