Li Yun's cultivation level is in the late stage of Qi training. Lu Jiang is sure to knock him down within ten breaths.
Lu Jiang's words made Li Yun and the disciples beside him stunned. They never expected Lu Jiang to say such a thing. After all, they had just entered the sect for less than a day, and if they really wanted to fight, neither side would get good results. It was a taboo for the Tianyun Sect to kill each other.
Li Yun couldn't spit out a word for a long time. He stared at Lu Jiang's eyes and was about to spit out fire. The blue veins on his forehead were exposed, his hands were clenched into fists, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart. Another young man in white standing next to Li Yun glanced at Lu Jiang and said coldly: "This junior brother is very unwise to offend an eighth-generation disciple."
This sentence undoubtedly means that it is unwise for Lu Jiang to offend the eighth generation disciple as a ninth generation disciple, and he is also warning Lu Jiang that he is a ninth generation disciple. Lu Jiang looked at the young man for a moment, and he smiled and said, "This senior brother, the little man also has the temper of a little man. Sometimes, if you anger a little man, you may not have to pay a price. If you want to beat him, I will always be with you. If you want to talk, I am afraid that one day I will not be able to help him slap him."
Lu Jiang has no awe for his eighth generation disciples. In his heart, it is like provoking the lower graders. If Lu Jiang compromises this time, it will only make the upper graders more aggressive. In addition, Li Yun's strength is not as strong as him, so he will naturally not be afraid.
"Ahhh!" Li Yun screamed strangely, and was about to rush towards Lu Jiang, but was pulled by the young man in white. He only heard him say calmly: "Junior Brother Li, the future is long."
Seeing this, Lu Jiang sneered a few times, said no more, turned around and continued to wait. However, he did not want Li Yun, who was so angry that he was half-deadly suppressed the anger in his heart. He glanced at Lu Jiang and ran directly to Lu Jiang!
"Get in line?" Lu Jiang looked at Li Yun standing in front of him and felt amused. Without saying a word, he grabbed Li Yun's neck and lifted it up like a duck. Li Yun seemed to have been ready. The moment Lu Jiang touched him, a sharp sword appeared in his hand and turned around and stabbed towards Lu Jiang.
"What do you want to do?" Lu Jiang retreated, grabbed Li Yun's right hand and tried hard.
"Gaba!"
"Ah!!" The sound of bone rupture suddenly sounded, Li Yun screamed in tears, and was frightened in his heart. He didn't expect Lu Jiang to be so strong, especially the hand that grabbed his neck was like an iron hand, which made him unable to break free.
"Looking for death!" The young man in white standing behind Lu Jiang heard Li Yun's scream, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He used a long sword and slashed it to Lu Jiang's head. In his opinion, Lu Jiang was only nine generations of disciples, and Lu Jiang took action first, so he did not care about it.
In the Beast Soul Forest, Lu Jiang had fought with countless spirit beasts, and he encountered countless crises. When a sword attacked, Lu Jiang took Li Yun forward and took a sudden step, twisted his waist, and threw Li Yun into the back.
The young man in white was shocked to see this, so he quickly withdrew his sword, but at this time Li Yun's body had already flew over. Without waiting for the young man in white to resist, Li Yun's body hit his forehead, and the two flew out at the same time. Lu Jiang used all his strength in his body, and his strength was extremely powerful. How could the two Qi training stages resist?
"I said, it's not that easy to offend a little person." Lu Jiang smiled, and then he said with a cold expression: "If there is next time, it's not as simple as being injured."
"I haven't seen such a arrogant ninth generation disciple for a long time. If I had a disciple of Jufengyun next time, what would happen?" At this time, a cold voice sounded, and a man walked out of the team ahead. The man was wearing a yellow sect uniform and his gloomy face was full of pride. His eyes looked at Lu Jiang as if he was looking at a clown jumping.
In Tianyun Sect, the clothes of the disciples from the ninth generation to the first generation are: gray, white, yellow, orange, red, blue, blue, black, and purple. Lu Jiang looked at the seven generations of disciples and noticed the disdain in his eyes. Lu Jiang said calmly: "What will happen? You will know then."
"Do you know the consequences of fighting with fellow disciples? Especially those who are following the superiors." The seven generations of disciples changed their tone and their tone became aggressive.
"Haha, I don't know the consequences of fighting with my classmates. What I know is that if someone offends me, I will offend people." Lu Jiang said with a smile. There are not thousands of people in line, and there are hundreds of people. The incident happened to hundreds of people. Lu Jiang is not afraid of whether he will offend Juyun Peak. After all, he has a friend of the disciple of the Berserker King. If Lu Jiang does not borrow this relationship, he is sorry for his modern identity as a modern person.
The disciples around looked at Lu Jiang in a daze. In their opinion, it was a blessing that the nine generations of disciples were not provoked, but they did not expect that these nine generations of disciples would dare to take the initiative to threaten the seven generations of disciples. This was simply a desperate attempt.
"If someone offends me? I will offend someone? If anyone offends me, I will kill him." At this moment, a gloomy words sounded, and a person walked out of the crowd. Lu Jiang turned around and looked, not only was he stunned. This man was actually the gloomy boy who wanted to kill Yuan Chong. At this time, the boy was still wearing a black robe and did not wear the sect costume. What Lu Jiang couldn't understand was why the boy came forward?
"Who are you?" The seventh generation disciple was stunned when he saw the gloomy boy and said sternly. There were not many people who had seen this gloomy boy, and the young man was not wearing a sect uniform, which made the seventh generation disciples believe that the young man was also a new disciple this time.
The gloomy boy ignored the seventh generation of disciples, looked at Lu Jiang with white eyes and said, "My name is Congsheng."
"Lu Jiang." Lu Jiang glanced at the boy in surprise and replied.
"We will meet again!" After Cang Sheng said that, he walked towards the library and looked at the back of Cang Sheng, Lu Jiang was confused.
"Stop, I'll ask who you are!" When did the seven generations of disciples be ignored by a new disciple? He was furious and shouted loudly.
The coffin life did not stop and the pace was slow.
"Looking for death!" The seventh generation of disciples shouted coldly, sacrificed a spiritual sword, leaped in the air, and slashed at the coffin with bursts of sound explosions.
The moment the seventh generation disciple moved, the coffin paused suddenly. He turned his head and his eyes were covered with white pupils suddenly filled with a strong sense of death. He raised his right hand, and the seventh generation disciple who was attacking quickly paused and looked at Chou Sheng in horror. The spiritual sword in his hand fell, and his hands strangely pinched his neck.
"Gaba!" A sound of bone shattering came from the necks of these seven generations of disciples. The fear in the eyes of the seven generations of disciples became even more intense. From beginning to end, the coffin life did not touch him at all.
"Ah!!" The seventh generation of disciples screamed, but the scream suddenly stopped. He actually twisted his neck and died on the spot.
The empty floor was silent, with only the heavy breathing of hundreds of disciples. Everyone looked at the seven generations of disciples who had twisted their necks in horror, and then looked at the gloomy coffin with a gloomy face in horror. They all seemed to have seen ghosts, and even Li Yun and the others were so scared that their faces were pale.
After looking at the corpse of the seventh generation disciple, Congsheng's pupilless eyes swept towards Lu Jiang again. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a strange smile. Then, he turned back to where he was standing.
Lu Jiang stood there as he was as stupid as a wooden chicken. For some reason, a strong sense of crisis arose in his heart. He clearly felt that the coffin Sheng looked at him with a strong hostility. Even Lu Jiang guessed that he was killing these seven generations of disciples in front of him to warn him when he had offended such a terrifying person? Could it be Yuan Chong? Impossible!!
Several thoughts flashed through Lu Jiang's mind, and he wondered why this coffin Sheng had such a strong hostility towards him.
When Congsheng returned to the position where he was standing, dozens of disciples in front of him made way aside. Congsheng's previous methods intimidated every disciple on the stand.
Chapter completed!