My Xiuxian script went astray

Chapter 78 I want to confess!
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone became furious, but there was no scene of a group attacking. Most of them just watched, either with indifference, curiosity, or amusement.

This is a martial arts arena. Anyone who dares to challenge us will be beaten into submission by an unknown boss the next day.

"Is he the Chen Lang who destroyed the baptism at Tianchi?" someone asked.

They knew what the last provocation meant, but they didn't care. If they started fighting after being scolded, all the cultivation for so many years would be in vain.

Moreover, they saw that the elder who managed Tianchi was following closely, so even if they wanted to settle accounts with him, they would be stopped.

Therefore, no one responded to his provocation, and the entire training ground fell silent for a moment.

Seeing this, Chen Lang lowered his right hand slightly, and the San Sheng Disk in his palm slowly stopped rotating.

He also realized that he was used to fighting in Yanxi Mine and treated them as Qingmu Sect and Pingtian Sect, but this was obviously different. Today he came to repent, and killing people would be impolite.

"Cough." The elder who was giving the speech coughed lightly, put his hands behind his back, and stood aside. He did not expect Chen Lang to take the initiative to cause trouble, but if someone hit him, he would never stop them.

At this time, an eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator who had just stopped fighting stood up, holding a sword and looking at him indifferently:

"Chen Lang, it seems that the education at the Black Mountain Spiritual Mine was not successful enough and did not change your ways."

Chen Lang smiled and said, "It's so fun there, but unfortunately something went wrong. If you want to go, I can arrange for you to experience it in another mine."

"You stay by yourself."

The cultivator who had reached 80% of the Qi Refining stage let go of the sword, which floated in front of him and pointed at Chen Lang. He formed seals with his hands, and infinite true energy gathered on the sword blade, with a vibrating aura.

"Since you are here, take my three moves."

Many disciples stood up and watched. They were numb from watching such boring fighting. This kind of love and hatred was really interesting.

Some were on their way to call their fellow disciples, while others had already set out to call the previous parade teams to come over. There was bound to be a big show today.

The old students who had entered the foundation-building stage frowned when they saw this, because they noticed that Chen Lang's aura was not right and did not seem like that of a Qi-refining cultivator.

But they still didn't dare to conclude whether Chen Lang had entered the Foundation Establishment Stage, because it was less than two months since the Heavenly Sword Master started recruiting new disciples, and the one who had made the most progress among the other new disciples had not yet reached the Perfection of Qi Refining. Even they found this guess outrageous.

Only the elder who was giving the speech understood clearly. His face changed slightly and he wanted to stop it. His idea was that others would attack him while he would just stand aside and watch.

Are you, a freshman, coming here to die?
But in just a moment, Chen Lang moved. He performed the Lingyun Step, leaving an afterimage. His fake body stood in the same place, while his real body was already behind the disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

laugh!
The Qi Refining 80% disciple also moved. His sword was like lightning, stabbing towards Chen Lang who was standing in the distance, right into his chest.

"That's all? How dare you come here and speak so arrogantly?"

The cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining was indifferent and was about to put away his sword, but out of the corner of his eye he saw an old man with a look of shock on his face, pointing at him.

"Brother, don't worry. This boy must be killed. I will take care of anything that happens." The cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining looked calm. It was not the first time that disciples had fought and their lives were in danger. He was the one who provoked first. At worst, he would have to face the wall for a while.

But soon, he realized something was wrong, because his body, pierced by the sword, shattered and annihilated.

Snapped!
Chen Lang, who was standing behind him, patted his shoulder. The cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining felt his internal essence exploding, endless evil spirits entering his body, his lungs being impacted, and his meridians and Dantian being almost shattered.

His legs went limp and he knelt on the ground, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Chen Lang, don't kill him!"

The speech elder came, took the disciple away, pinched his meridians with his hands, circulated them for a week, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't care about any big grudges other disciples had, but since this guy dared to curse at others at the elders' meeting, he was really afraid and would just kill all the disciples of the sect.

This move shocked everyone, especially the senior students who were in the foundation building stage, who were extremely nervous:
"Have you already established your foundation?"

This shocked them. A freshman succeeded in building a foundation so quickly. How did he practice?
Those new masters who were just watching the show also stood up one after another. The grudges of others had nothing to do with them, and the fights between life and death had nothing to do with them, but a freshman had to build a foundation in two months, which put direct pressure on them.

"Too tasty."

Chen Lang held his breath and looked around, "No one is coming up? If no one comes up, I will start to repent."

"You are so arrogant, I will do it!" Another cultivator glared at him. He had a higher level of cultivation, and when he circulated his aura, his whole body was filled with the light of foundation building. But he was stopped by the old man next to him, "Don't go, it's useless, wait for them to come."

Soon, there was a commotion and someone was coming.

And it was not just one team, but a whole team of at least a hundred people, with more people constantly coming from all directions and gathering here.

At the head of the team, a monk was carrying a white flag with words written all over it, densely packed in various colors. They were names of people.

The disciple carrying the flag had a handsome face and was serious, but the disciples following him were very enthusiastic and someone spotted Chen Lang at a glance.

"it's him!"

"You still dare to return to the sect?"

A disciple waved his hand, and dozens of brothers surrounded Chen Lang and filled the martial arts arena. They marched and demonstrated throughout the sect. They had been looking for Chen Lang for a long time, so naturally they were very excited.

The elder who was giving the speech was also surrounded. The disciple carrying the flag saw him and said, "Elder, you came at the right time. Wasn't this man exiled? Why did you let him come back? We need an explanation!"

"This is the decision of the Elders' Council. You all should be quiet. I'm busy." The elder who gave the speech took the injured disciple away and reminded the disciple carrying the flag loudly, "We are all brothers. The sect prohibits group fights. Don't mess around. Don't mess around!"

Then he withdrew.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Chen Lang.

Chen Lang stared at the flying white flag, "What is this?"

The disciple carrying the flag sneered, "Petition list! They are all innocent disciples who were persecuted by you."

"I see. Thank you for your help." Chen Lang nodded. It was the first time he saw a living person's name written on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

"Chen Lang, since you are back, give me back my marrow washing quota."

All the disciples glared at this person, who had ruined their chances and tarnished the sacred reputation of the sect. When the news of his return came back, they really couldn't understand how big this person's background was, how many shameful things he had done, and how he had the audacity to come back.

So what if the sect agrees? We don't agree!
If the sect doesn't handle it, I'll do it myself and enforce justice on the side of Heaven.

"Sorry, no, but I can help you strengthen your body for free." Chen Lang pinched his knuckles.

"Are you arrogant? Let me show you what you can do."

A freshman stepped forward and wanted to compete with Chen Lang.

"Brother, there is no need to fight alone." The flag bearer said, "There is no need to follow the sect etiquette with this kind of person, just take him down and go see the sect master."

So a group of disciples rushed forward, each using their magical powers to try to kill Chen Lang.

Many people did not show mercy. The flag bearer saw it but did not stop him because an old student had just said that this man had entered the foundation-building stage.

He even secretly ordered a few senior students to mix in and kill them directly.

What would happen if they were beaten to death? The law does not punish the masses, and at most they would alert the higher-ups and reprimand them collectively.

Chen Lang's eyes narrowed as he was instantly targeted by a concentrated attack. He noticed several attacks that were very strong, much stronger than those guards outside.

boom!
He decisively rotated the Three Life Disk clockwise, forming a rune in front of him to intercept the attack.

Then, he was injured, but not seriously. A powerful energy was quietly absorbed and surged in his body.

Then, he attacked violently, bouncing all the force back.

"Could this kid be beaten to death directly?" The speech elder who had just escaped with an excuse murmured in his heart. However, judging from the results of the battle at the mine, it shouldn't be the case. But injuries are inevitable, so just take it as a lesson for him.

Then, he saw murderous aura filling the crowd and some people flew out.

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(End of this chapter)