An Ordinary Path to Immortality

"You are so bold. You dare to attack a fellow sect within your sect." Someone yelled angrily.

The old man said calmly: "How about I give you a beating? How about you go to the Law Enforcement Hall to file a complaint against me? Or I will send out a transmission note now to call the people from the Law Enforcement Hall to help you with the case?"

As he spoke, he condensed his spiritual energy, transformed into a big hand, and placed a heavy hand on the face of the disciple who had just spoken.

Everyone around, whether they were those who came to watch after hearing the news or those who occupied the peach forest and refused to leave, were stunned and speechless by this unscrupulous old man.

A moment later, the third-level disciple who had been beaten just now flew back. There was blood at the corner of his mouth, half of his face was swollen, his body was covered with dust, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"Old man, you are too arrogant. I have been practicing here for many years, but I can sit back and relax. Don't you know the reason?"

The old man said indifferently: "The reason? What could be the reason? Isn't it because Zhao Wuji is backing him up, making you scoundrels think that you can go to heaven?

Again, to get out or not to get out?

If you want to get out, disappear from my presence immediately.

If you don't want to get out of here, you will accept my life and death challenge. "

The disciple's face was extremely ugly. He thought that moving out Zhao Wuji would make the other party jealous. After all, Zhao Wuji of the Qiyun Sect was now in the limelight, and he could hold the entire Law Enforcement Hall down even more.

What he didn't expect was that the old man was not afraid of Zhao Wuji at all, which left him wondering what to do.

He held it in for a long time, and he was surrounded by more and more monks, which made him feel a bit stuck.

In the end, he could only bite the bullet and said: "What if I don't?" www.x33xs.com

"Then I will beat you until you get out, or until you are in a life-and-death situation."

Before he finished speaking, the old man slapped the opponent one after another.

This dignified disciple of the Qiyun Sect, who was on the third floor of the foundation building, was imprisoned in place by the old man. A spiritual palm in front of him shot his face left and right, making a crackling sound.

Although this mysterious old monk didn't kill him, he didn't show any mercy. With just a few slaps, the third-level monk with a mouth full of teeth flew out.

His face quickly swelled up so much that it was almost impossible to see what the other person looked like.

"Woooo..."

After a few slaps, the other party was so dizzy that his whole body was in a state of confusion, and his soul was almost taken away. He opened his mouth and couldn't speak clearly, and in the end he even fainted as soon as he tilted his head.

Seeing this, the old monk looked unfulfilled and could not help restraining himself from attacking. After all, he knew very well that with the state of the man in front of him, if he continued to fight, he would be crippled even if he could not be killed.

So he slapped him again, sending the opponent flying away.

He muttered dissatisfiedly: "Trash, with an unstable foundation, disordered soul, and weak mind. This is how it will be in this life."

When he spoke, he transmitted a message to the other party's spiritual consciousness: "Kid, please remember this. As long as you stay away from Taolin in the future, this beating will not be in vain."

"You, who are you? In public, you openly attack your fellow disciples. What crime do you deserve?" Someone shouted loudly.

The old monk seemed not to have heard the man's scolding, and muttered to himself: "This should be regarded as a successful expulsion. I got a top-quality concentration pill."

"Old thing, when senior brother Zhao Wuji returns, I will definitely not spare you." Someone threatened the old monk.

The old monk had a stern look on his face, and slapped the opponent on the head directly, driving the opponent into the soil, leaving only his head outside.

"Boy, when are you planning to leave the sect in the near future, remember to inform me." The old monk didn't care at all when he spoke. He actually dared to say such words that sounded threatening to others.

While the people around him were stunned, they quickly understood that the old monk almost beat a strong foundation-builder to death in public, and even Zhao Wuji didn't give him any face. How could he care about such a trivial matter?

"Senior, if you are so arrogant, are you really not afraid that Zhao Wuji will settle the score with you when he comes back?" Someone half threatened and half reminded.

"I don't have long to live. Zhao Wuji had better come here as soon as possible. I'm eager to give him a life-or-death fight."

The old repairman spoke even more arrogantly, and even Zhao Wuji didn't take him seriously.

Because the old man concealed his appearance and had nothing on his body to identify himself, these young monks had no idea of ​​his identity.

But some people who are older and have been around for a long time know who the other party is.

"This old guy has only a few days left to live, and he's going to come out to cause trouble." Not far away, an old man standing in the air said with a bitter smile.

"There seem to be a few people offering bounties on Zhao Wuji's life on the Immortal Disk, and one of them offered Huanglong Pill as a reward.

If this old guy fights to the death to defeat Zhao Wuji, he might really have a chance to take advantage of the situation, break through the foundation building, and achieve the golden elixir. "

Another old man beside him nodded and said, "Yes, Zhao Wuji is so popular that he seems to be blessed with luck. If he can kill someone to prove his Dao, he might really have a chance."

Zhao Wuji seemed to be in the spotlight, and he seemed to want to become the first person to build a strong foundation.

But that is just to show off one's power among the younger generation.

However, there are countless powerful people in the Qiyun Sect. Over the years, countless talented and stunning people have been stuck on the ninth floor of the foundation building, unable to break through. They gradually lost their will to forge ahead and chose to remain silent.

These people may not have much reputation now, and even many young disciples have never heard of their names.

But many of them were not much less famous than Zhao Wuji now.

Now there is a chance to easily obtain the Mist Hidden Grass, which makes some people who have gradually given up rekindle hope again. "

Suddenly someone shouted: "The people from the Law Enforcement Hall are here."

Everyone looked over and saw an old man with a withered body, skinny bones, old face, and a dead aura on his body slowly flying over accompanied by two middle-aged elders of the Law Enforcement Hall in the late stage of foundation building.

"Fan Zhenhai, you old thing, are still so arrogant." After the old man arrived, he did not have any intention of accusing the old monk, but smiled and chatted with the old monk.

"Haha, Master Daokuan, you old ghost are not dead yet? "The old monk Fan Zhenhai also responded with a happy expression.

Many people around gasped. Shi Daokuan and Fan Zhenhai were geniuses of Qiyun Sect many years ago.

I thought they had already fallen, but I didn't expect them to appear together at this time.

"How dare I die if the children don't live up to expectations?" Shi Daokuan, the old monk of the Law Enforcement Hall, smiled bitterly.

"Are you also thinking about those fog-hidden grasses?" Fan Zhenhai asked.

"Yes, there is hope for a breakthrough, how can I give up?"

Shi Daokuan looked at the monks in the peach forest below, and his old and weak voice sounded: "Children, you see that I can't even stand steadily, so why not just let someone come to play a life-and-death duel with me and send me off?"

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