My personal school belle president

Chapter 1977 I'm vomiting blood!
Before I knew it, three days had passed.

However, the protective circle is still intact, no matter how many magic weapons or 'Nine Star Banners' are spent, this circle is like the hardest shell in the world, there is no way to break it.

The people in the Demon Slaughter Temple were really tired, and even almost desperate.

Xu Changlong's eyes were bloodshot, and his chest was full of anger, which might burst at any moment, but was blocked by a thick depression, unable to vent.

As the master of the hall, Beitang Kamikaze has always had a dark face.

In addition to being angry at being unable to break through the formation, the woman Tong Lele kept yelling with a trumpet, which also upset him, and he wished to tear the girl's mouth to pieces.

Is it appropriate for a girl to hurt others endlessly?

So annoying!

Compared to their anger, Tong Lele was in full bloom at the moment.

"Oh my God, it's only been two or three days, my aunt and my strength have reached the Great Perfection of the Spiritual Deficiency! This is two great realms in a row."

Feeling the surging spiritual power in her body, Tong Lele's little face flushed with excitement.

She was originally a restless girl. Although she had good talent, she was too lazy to practice on weekdays, and her strength barely reached the 'distraction stage'.

Now, in two or three days, he has continuously improved two realms, which is too abnormal.

Only the last Mahayana period is left before you can officially become a fairy.

"Brother Qin said that the more resentment points you get, the stronger your strength will be. Moreover, the resentment points of some masters are much higher than ordinary immortals. It seems that I will have to find some masters to scold in the future."

Tong Lele thought secretly.

However, his own strength is still far behind, so he can only hide in the formation and scold. If he goes out, he will probably be beaten to pieces long ago.

"Forget it, continue to be angry with these people in front of you."

The corners of Tong Lele's lips curled up, and she picked up the loudspeaker and shouted, "These poor immortals outside didn't have enough to eat, so they came to us to beg, everyone, give them some leftovers , so as not to starve our immortals."

After a few days of carnival, the monks have long since lost their fear of these immortals.

Hearing this, they picked up the leftover chicken feet, chicken necks, and melon seed beer, etc., and threw them all over, passing through the protective barrier, and falling in front of everyone in the Demon Killing Temple.

Looking at the chicken bones on the ground, Xu Changlong and the others trembled all over.

Outrageous!

Outrageous!

Normally, they are majestic immortals, which monk dares to be so presumptuous, as long as they step out of the realm, there will be countless monks worshiping on the ground, terrified.

But now, he was turned into a beggar by such ants!

How could such a humiliation be easily forgiven!

But what about anger, if they can't break through the protective circle, they can't teach these arrogant ants a lesson, so Xu Changlong and the others can only grit their teeth and stare angrily at each other.

"No, we need to add more ingredients."

Tong Lele felt that she was still a little gentle, so she assigned a loudspeaker to each of the monks with loud voices and bad temper, and then taught them a few words.

Soon, these cultivators shouted to the outsiders in the Demon Slaughter Temple with loudspeakers:
"Come here!!"

"I'm standing here without moving, do you have the ability to move me?"

"The Demon Killing Temple is nothing! It's just a bunch of cowards!"

"Come, come, I see you killing like this?"

"..."

Under Tong Lele's instructions, these monks who were usually like ruffians started to provoke Xu Changlong and the others with every word.

Some people even patted their own buttocks, with a strong sense of ridicule.

At first glance, I thought it was a villain.

Xu Changlong's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and he was almost going mad with anger. Uncontrollable anger rushed up, arched his forehead, and his brain was buzzing.

And the other guards of the Demon Slaughter Temple were also furious.

puff--

At this moment, a guard spat out blood, fell straight to the ground and passed out, and was actually stunned by the anger.

Many onlookers in the distance looked at each other in blank dismay.

This is your sister.

A dignified generation of immortals was stunned by the cultivator vomiting blood. If this is told to other people who don't know, I'm afraid it will be a joke.

Beitang Kamikaze looked even more ugly, the veins on his forehead were swollen.

He asked his subordinates to help the fainted guard up, took a deep breath, and said to Tong Lele: "Call Qin Yang out, I want to say a few words to him!"

"What do you say?"

Tong Lele put her ears together and asked doubtfully.

"Call Qin Yang out, I want to ask him something in person." Beitang Kamikaze said again.

"What are you talking about? Louder." Tong Lele shouted.

A few monks next to him also began to scold:

"Speak louder, you haven't eaten!"

"What are you talking about, can you speak louder!"

"Damn it, a big man speaks weakly, he's about to die!"

"..."

"Damn!!"

Beitang Kamikaze's face was red, and he was extremely angry. He punched towards the barrier, almost using seven or eight percent of his strength.

This punch carried a powerful airflow and swept across the space close at hand, and finally, like Thor's hammer, it slammed into the protective barrier.

boom--

There was a fierce collision between the fist strength and the protective barrier, and the dull explosion sound was pushed away layer by layer. The whole sky seemed to tremble at this moment, carrying the sound of crackling sonic boom.

Such a powerful cultivation base!

Although there was a protective barrier to block the attack, Tong Lele and the other monks still felt the terrifying killing intent of the oppression in the air, and they all had difficulty breathing.

However, after seeing that the protective barrier was not damaged at all, he immediately felt relieved, and laughed:
"I haven't eaten, can I have some strength!"

"Damn it, your punch for Little Cotton is not bad, it's far worse than a woman!"

"Come on, keep fighting!"

"Come here!!"

"..."

Hearing the ridicule of the crowd, Beitang Kamikaze felt tight in his chest, his face turned pale and red, his eyes were extremely gloomy, and he felt that he couldn't stay any longer.

If he stayed any longer, he might be like that subordinate, vomiting blood with anger.

At this moment, a ray of light came from afar.

Above the multicolored rays of light, there stood an old man in white clothes with a long beard, with an immortal demeanor and a gentle smile between his brows, which gave people a sense of intimacy.

"Guardian Lu of the Elder Pavilion!"

When the immortals saw the old man, their complexions changed one after another.

This Protector Lu has a high status in the elders' pavilion, second only to the several pavilion masters. He rarely appears in front of outsiders on weekdays, but for some reason he came today.

Could it be that he intends to completely attack Qin Yang?
While everyone was secretly guessing, Lu Hufa walked up to Beitang Shenfeng, took out a jade pendant, handed it to the other party, and said with a smile: "Master Beitang, this is the latest decision of the Elder Pavilion. Come, please take a look."

Beitang Shenfeng frowned and took the jade tablet, feeling the words inside.

When he saw the deliberation and decision, his pupils shrank: "Let me give up?"

(End of this chapter)