My cultivation script went astray

When these words came out, the crowd was furious. There was no scene of a group attack. Most of them just watched, some were indifferent, some were curious, and some were interesting.

This is a martial arts arena. Whoever dares to challenge the gym will be beaten up by an unknown boss the next day.

"Is he the Chen Lang who destroyed the baptism of Tianchi?" Someone asked.

They knew what the last provocation meant, but they didn't care. If they came out to fight after being scolded, then all these years of cultivation would be in vain.

Moreover, they saw that the elders who managed Tianchi followed closely. Even if they wanted to settle accounts with him, they would be stopped.

Therefore, no one responded to his provocation, and the whole martial arts arena was silent for a moment.

Seeing this, Chen Lang lowered his right hand slightly, and the Sansheng 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 was impolite.

"Ahem." The elder who was speaking 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 him.

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

"Chen Lang, it seems that the education at the Black Mountain Spirit Mine is not successful enough, and it has not made you change your mind."

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

"You stay by yourself."

The eight-tenth level Qi Refining cultivator let go, and the sword floated in front of him, pointing at Chen Lang, and he pinched his hands, infinite true essence gathered on the sword blade, and the righteousness shook.

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

Many disciples stood up and watched. They were numb to the boring fighting, and this kind of grudges and hatreds were interesting.

Some people were on the way to call their brothers, and some had already set off to call the previous parade team to come over. There must be a big show today.

The old students who had entered the foundation building stage frowned when they saw it, because they noticed that Chen Lang's breath was not right, not like a Qi Refining cultivator.

But they still did not dare to conclude whether Chen Lang had entered the foundation building stage, because it was less than two months since the Tianjian master recruited new disciples, and the other new disciples who had made the most progress had not yet reached the perfection of Qi Refining. This guess was outrageous even to them.

Only the elder who spoke knew it clearly. His face changed slightly and he wanted to stop it. His idea was that other people would attack together, and then he would stand aside and eat melons.

Are you a freshman coming here to die?

But in just a moment, Chen Lang moved. He performed Lingyun Steps, outlining the residual image, and the fake body stood in place, while the real body was already behind the Qi Refining Level 8 disciple.

Swish!

The Qi Refining Level 8 disciple also moved. His sword was like lightning, stabbing at Chen Lang who was standing in the distance, right into his chest.

"That's it? Dare to come here and talk nonsense?"

The Qi Refining Level 8 cultivator was indifferent and was about to put away his sword, but he saw an old student with a shocked face and pointed at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Brother, don't worry. This boy should be killed. I will take care of it if anything happens." The Qi Refining Level 8 cultivator looked calm. It was not the first time that the disciples fought and hurt their lives. He was the one who provoked first. At most, he would face the wall for a while.

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

Bang!

Chen Lang, who was standing behind him, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder. The Qi Refining Level 8 cultivator felt the true essence in his body explode, and infinite evil spirits entered his body. His lungs were impacted, and his meridians and Dantian were almost shattered.

His legs softened, and he knelt on the ground, with a mouthful of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Chen Lang, don't kill him!"

The elder who gave the speech came and took the disciple away. He strangled the meridians with his hand and circulated it for a week before he breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't care if other disciples had big grudges, but he was really afraid that this guy dared to curse at people at the elders' meeting and he would directly kill the sect disciples.

This move shocked everyone, especially the senior students who were building their foundations, who were extremely uneasy:

"You have already built your foundation?"

This shocked them. A freshman successfully built his foundation so quickly. How did he practice?

The freshman masters who were watching the show also stood up one after another. Other people's grudges had nothing to do with them, and fighting had nothing to do with them, but a freshman built his foundation in two months, which directly put pressure on them.

"Too bad."

Chen Lang held his breath and looked around, "Is no one coming up? If they don't come up, I will start to repent, right?"

"Rampant, I'll do it!" Another cultivator glared at him. He had a higher cultivation level. When he circulated his breath, the light of building his foundation was all over his body.

But he was stopped by the senior student next to him, "Don't go up, it's useless, wait for them to come."

Soon, there was a noisy voice, and someone came.

And it was not just one team, but a team of at least a hundred people, and people kept 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. It was a name.

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

"It's him!"

"You dare to return to the sect?"

A disciple waved his hand, and dozens of brothers surrounded Chen Lang and filled the martial arts field. They marched and demonstrated throughout the sect. They had been looking for Chen Lang for a long time, so naturally they were 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 person exiled? Why did you let him come back? We need an explanation!"

"This is the resolution of the Presbyterian Council. Please be quiet, I'm busy." Elder Lecture left with the injured disciples and reminded the disciples carrying the flag loudly, "We are all brothers. The sect prohibits gatherings to fight. You Don't mess around, don't mess around!"

Then he withdrew.

All 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 work." Chen Lang nodded, seeing the name of a living person written on the Ten Thousand Soul Banner for the first time.

"Chen Lang, since you're back, give me my place for marrow washing."

All the disciples looked at each other angrily. This person had ruined their opportunity and tarnished the sect's sacred reputation. When the news of his return came back, they really couldn't figure out what kind of background this person had and how many shameful things he had done. He actually came back so shamelessly. .

So what if the sect agrees? We disagree!

If the sect doesn't deal with it, then take matters into your own hands and do justice for Heaven.

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

"Are you arrogant? Try your skills."

A new student stepped forward and wanted to compete with Chen Lang.

"Junior brother, there is no need to challenge him to a duel." The flag holder said, "There is no need to talk about sect etiquette with this kind of person, just take it down and go to see the sect leader."

So a group of disciples swarmed forward and each used their magical powers to kill Chen Lang.

Many people were not merciful, and the flag holder saw it and did not stop him, because an old man just said that this person had entered the foundation.

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

What if he was beaten to death directly? The law does not punish the public. At most, it only alarms the senior officials and reprimands them collectively.

Chen Lang's eyes narrowed, and he was instantly attacked. He noticed several of the attacks. They were very strong, much stronger than the guards outside.

boom!

He decisively rotated the three life charts clockwise, forming runes in front of him to intercept attacks.

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

Then, he struck out suddenly, rebounding all the power.

"Isn't this kid going to be beaten to death directly?" Elder Speech, who had just used an excuse to escape, murmured in his heart. However, judging from the results of the battle at the mine, it shouldn't be so, but injuries are unavoidable, so we should teach him a lesson. .

Then, he saw the evil spirit filling the sky and someone flying out.

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