The Strongest System

The sky is already dark.

The wind screamed outside, and some black shadows were printed on white paper windows from time to time.

Originally, this seems to Wang Yanglin to be a very common situation. After just hearing the words, his heart has a slight tension.

Wang Yanglin frowned and froze, and could not help but laugh at himself.

How can there be ghosts in this world, and the brothers and sisters can all live around, even if the ghosts come, they must be crushed.

Then Wang Yanglin, who did not think much about it, sat on the bed and entered the cultivation state again.

It was quiet outside and there was no snoring.

At this time, Wang Yanglin suddenly felt that there was something outside the house, and immediately opened his eyes.

And this blink of an eye, but scared Wang Yanglin, trembled, the paper window, it seems that there is a shadow quietly standing there, motionless...

"Who..." Wang Yanglin said, his voice was low and he said with vigilance.

But that's it. The figure is still silent and there is no movement, so it is so quiet.

Wang Yanglin breathed a little rush at this moment, and the small heart thumped and fluttered. Finally, he bit his teeth, and instantly appeared at the door, and opened the door.

He is going to see who is going to pretend to be a ghost here.

However, there was no one outside, and from the outside, the shadow on the paper window disappeared.

Wang Yanglin swallowed his throat and then slammed his head into the house to look at the paper window, but he was horrified to find that the shadow on the paper window was still there.

Even the shadow was still moving, as if licking his neck and spitting out the long tongue.

"Who..." At this moment, Wang Yanglin screamed.

"Brother, what's wrong?" And this angry drink also alerted other people.

"Nothing." Wang Yanglin gradually calmed his uneasy heart. "Teacher, are there any abnormalities on your side?"

"No," said the disciple, shaking his head in confusion. Then he came to Wang Yanglin and asked in confusion. "Brother, are you too nervous?"

"No..." Wang Yanglin breathed a sigh of relief. Could it be that he was too nervous? At this time, Wang Yanglin’s eyes were suddenly wide, and behind his own younger brother, there was a ghost wearing a white coat and long hair covering his face.

Wang Yanglin stepped back in horror and rubbed his eyes. The white figure that he just saw disappeared instantly.

"Brother, what happened..."

Wang Yanglin breathed a little bit at this moment. "No, I am wrong, too nervous..."

"Oh, brother, take a break early, don't be too nervous."

"Yep."

....

When he returned to the house, Wang Yanglin took the teapot and prepared to pour a glass of water, pressing it down, but at this time, Wang Yanglin suddenly found that the teapot was poured out of scarlet blood.

Wang Yanglin's body trembled, and the teapot slammed into the ground and was torn apart.

What makes Wang Yanglin horrified is that there are some scarlet fonts on the bed.

"I am so dead..."

At this moment, Wang Yanglin's body slammed back and looked at everything in front of him in horror.

Those scarlet characters in the eyes of Wang Yanglin, shocked the waves.

Lin Fan in stealth, looking at Wang Yanglin's horrified look, also revealed a slight smile.

This is scary, you can ask someone to give it a try.

Wang Yanglin was also scared by this, and he did not sleep at night, and he remained highly alert.

This night is sleepless. For the disciples of the Nine Emperors, this night is so thrilling.

The next day.

The strongest arrogance began officially.

The location of the strongest arrogance was held at Zhongtian Peak, where the largest martial arts platform in Zongmen.

At the same time, the array of methods around the Wutai is also arranged by the elders of the Emperor Lu Mingyang of Zhongtianfeng, which allows the disciples to show their strengths and will not affect the safety of the disciples.

Nowadays, on the Zhongtian Peak, there are people and seas, and the sages of the sages are coming to the scene. For the strongest arrogance of the triennial, they are all looking forward to it. This is not only the hope that their own Zongmen can win, but also the heroic attitude of Zongmen Tianjiao.

Lin Fan is discussing things with the elders of the infinite world at this moment. For this strongest arrogance, Lin Fan originally did not want to join in this lively, but was forced to come to power by the boundless elders.

"Lin Fan, I said yesterday that you are a disciple of Zongmen Tianjiao, so this time you can work hard, and you are on the stage." Wutai said to the elders.

Lin Fan is boundless, "Elder, you will not have no hope for the sect of the sect."

Lin Fan really has this idea. In his opinion, this is a long-term elder. It must be that no one is in the heart. In the end, he can only pin all his hopes on himself. After all, who makes himself no matter where he is. Bright.

The endless elders squinted at Lin Fan, the meaning in the eyes, as if, you know too much.

"The people of Jiu Zongzong came." At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd, and autonomously let a passage open.

In the front is the elder of Liang Yichu, and the disciples of the Jiu Zongzong are following behind.

Just to make the Shengzong disciples a little surprised, some of the disciples of the Jiu Zongzong seem to be somewhat wrong.

It seems as if there is no rest for a few days, and the look of the face is languid.

"Hey, look at the nine disciples and disciples, what's going on, it seems to be very tired."

"I don't know, you see, the disciples look like they are going to faint."

....

Wang Yanglin followed the team at the moment, and the whole person was listless. The things of yesterday made him nervous in the whole night.

Even if the eyelids don't dare to close, they are afraid that the moment they close their eyes, there will be something terrible.

Lin Fan looked at Wang Yanglin's appearance, but also some helplessness, this repair is so high, but also so timid.

Scared of ghosts? If you say this, you really have to laugh at the dead.

Later, Lin Fanzhen did not say it, and came to the place where the disciples of Tianmeng were located.

Zong hates to sit still and keep his eyes closed.

"How." Lin Fan asked, patted his shoulder.

"Uncle Shi, okay." Zong Huantian is now a little nervous in his heart, especially when he sees the imposing salary, the eyelids are slightly beating.

"Lin Shishu, come on." At this time Ye Shaotian said from a distance.

"Well." Lin Fan nodded.

"Uncle Shi, we are all there to cheer you up. The disciples of the Tianjiao who came here are much more powerful than the previous one. The uncle needs to be more careful." Ye Shaotian, although they are outside disciples However, talents and savvy are no worse than those of the inner brothers, but only their own cultivation has not reached the level of the inner disciples.

However, in their view, it is only a matter of time.

Maybe in the next year, they will have the opportunity to participate.