Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 865 Ghost Baby

Yu Xinsheng frowned slightly as he listened to the conversation between the five direct disciples behind him.

He only had Zheng Fan as his apprentice now, and he was worried that with Zheng Fan's strength alone, he would not be a match for He Liangyi and Zhao Bingbing at all.

If these two join hands, Zheng Fan will definitely have no way out.

Yu Xinsheng coughed dryly twice, and said, "As a direct disciple, is this the only measure?"

He Liangyi and Zhao Bingbing, when they heard Yu Xinsheng's words, they turned their heads to one side without replying.

If Yu Xinsheng hadn't said the elder's words, with the tempers of the two of them, they would have clashed long ago.

The obese bald man, hearing Yu Xinsheng's words, made He Liangyi and Zhao Bingbing stop talking, and said with a silly smile: "That's right, we are both seniors, there is no need to make the relationship so rigid."

A thin old man with a gloomy face said with a sneer, "If young people only know how to measure, what can they do in the future if they don't have blood?"

Yu Xinsheng heard the words of this gloomy old man, his eyes flashed with displeasure, "Elder Xia, do you think that the incident is not big enough, and you want these direct disciples to die completely, so that you two The apprentice will directly inherit the position of sect master in the future."

He rarely quarrels with others, but it doesn't mean he has no temper.

Listening to Yu Xinsheng's words, Xia Zhanren's face was so gloomy that water dripped out, "Don't talk nonsense, I never thought of it like this."

The slender middle-aged man, who looked like a woman, looked at Yu Xinsheng and Xia Zhanren, and said softly, "Stop arguing, disturbing the sect master's interest, be careful that you will end up with nothing to eat."

Qian Huanmeng was very worried in his heart, in case the two quarreled and told about Yang Xuelan's initiative to assassinate Zheng Fan.

At that time, how could Zhao Bingbing hate Zheng Fan so much, maybe he regarded himself as an enemy.

Hou Jingyu, who had been watching the duel between the disciples in the training ground, heard the noisy words behind him, and said in a displeased tone, "Aren't you too free? Do you want to stay in Yan Prison for a while?"

Following the appearance of these words, everyone behind them fell silent, and no one dared to say anything.

Hou Jingyu seemed to be talking to himself: "This year's disciples seem to have performed very well."

"Our Tianxingmen disciples are naturally better than each other." Qian Huanmeng said softly.

"We'll know when this group of disciples is over, and the direct disciples will test the waters." Gu Yuehe was also looking forward to how this year's Tianxingmen disciples would perform.

Hou Jingyu's expression was serious, and his voice was loud and clear: "The 150 disciples present won, 250 of them were seriously injured and couldn't continue to participate in the competition, and the remaining [-] are being drawn."

As soon as these words fell, more than half of the densely packed Tianxingmen disciples went down from the training ground at once.

The remaining 250 disciples also quickly chose their opponents and fought the final battle again.

Each of them has their own plans, either they plan to enter the inner door from the outer door, or they want to challenge the direct disciple so that they can replace the direct disciple.

Not long after, the challenge between the outer disciples of the Tianxingmen and the inner disciples was completely over.

There were only ten disciples left, and they continued to stand on the training ground.

Each of them was stained with the blood of the opponent, and their expressions were determined, like bloodthirsty beasts one after another.

Hou Jingyu was very satisfied with this year's Tianxingmen Sect Grand Competition.

Compared with the performance of the disciples in previous years, it is much better.

"Ten of you, now you have two choices, either get rewards and leave the stage directly, or stay and challenge your own disciples for promotion." Hou Jingyu said in a serious voice.

After hearing the words of the sect master Hou Jingyu, the ten disciples of the Tianxing sect, who were covered in the blood of their opponents like bloodthirsty beasts.

Four disciples directly chose to leave.

They knew in their hearts that the strength of their own disciples was not something they could win.

Once the challenge to the direct disciple fails, there will be no rewards to receive.

Instead of this, it's better to take the reward first, let yourself grow stronger, and then challenge the direct disciple.

The remaining six direct disciples were burning with anger in their eyes.

They stayed to prepare to become direct disciples, and what's more, they wanted to avenge Senior Sister Yang Xuelan.

Even if Zheng Fan couldn't be killed, it would be good to beat him up.

In the minds of these disciples, Senior Sister Yang Xuelan must have been attacked and killed by Zheng Fan.

Otherwise, how could Senior Sister Yang Xuelan be killed by a new direct disciple after she had been at the Tianxing Gate for so long.

Hou Jingyu saw that there were only six disciples left in the martial arts training ground, and said, "You have already fought two rounds, rest for two hours, think carefully about which personal disciple you want to challenge."

The six disciples listened to Hou Jingyu's words, but their thoughts remained unchanged.

They were determined to trouble Zheng Fan.

The obese bald head looked at Zheng Fan and said, "You don't have to be afraid, Junior Brother. Although these disciples are strong, they are only limited to inner disciples."

After he finished speaking, he paused and said, "There is a huge difference between our direct disciples and inner disciples, and we usually win."

Zhao Bingbing listened to the words of the obese bald man, and said coldly: "You also said that it is normal, so there can be no other circumstances? For example, his strength is poor?"

He Liangyi listened to Zhao Bingbing's words, and said with a smile: "Junior Sister Zhao is right. With his strength, he might be easily defeated by inner disciples."

The two ten-year-old children listened to the words between He Liangyi and Zhao Bingbing, but never paid attention to them.

They kept their mouths open and ate piles of melon and fruit snacks.

"Wait, will we have a chance to end?" one ten-year-old asked another ten-year-old.

Another ten-year-old shook his head and said, "I don't have much hope, our performance in the past few years was terrible."

"It's a pity." The ten-year-old child seemed to be very sorry that no one challenged him.

Zheng Fan's expression was as calm as water, and he looked at the two ten-year-old children in front of him.

Previously, he had been silently absorbing the spiritual energy around him, and he ignored the harsh words of He Liangyi and Zhao Bingbing.

Looking at the two children in front of him now, he found that the strength of the two ten-year-old children was at the peak of the state of transformation.

If it weren't for people with strong enough spiritual sense, they wouldn't be able to detect it at all. There was a faint breath of death exuding from these two children, giving people a very dangerous feeling.

Zheng Fan looked puzzled, what kind of physique are these two children, and they can reach the level of transforming gods at a young age?

He thought for a moment in his mind, and suddenly thought of a terrible thing.

These two children may not be human at all, but ghost children who have disappeared for thousands of years.

The so-called ghost children are babies born in the cloudy year, the moon, the cloudy day, and the cloudy day, drowning these babies alive, and using special means to gather the souls of thousands of drowned babies together, and finally form one.

Babies don't just have to meet the date of birth, they also have to have the talent of cultivating immortals.

The combination of these two conditions made it very difficult to refine ghost babies.

When Zheng Fan was the Nine Profound Immortal Venerable in the world of cultivating immortals, there were almost no people who practiced this kind of sorcery.

It never occurred to me that after 3000 years, it would appear again.

(End of this chapter)