The wind outside was blowing loudly, and from time to time there were some black shadows printed on the white paper windows.
Originally, these were all normal situations to Wang Yanglin, but after hearing those words just now, he felt a little nervous in his heart.
Wang Yanglin frowned, relaxed slightly, and couldn't help but laugh at himself.
How could there be ghosts in this world? Moreover, the brothers and sisters all live around. Even if ghosts come, they must be crushed.
Then Wang Yanglin, without thinking much, sat cross-legged on the bed and entered the cultivation state again.
It was very quiet outside, without a trace of noise.
But at this moment, Wang Yanglin suddenly felt like there was something outside the house and immediately opened his eyes.
But when he opened his eyes, Wang Yanglin was so frightened that he trembled all over. Outside the paper window, there seemed to be a figure standing there quietly, motionless...
"Who..." Wang Yanglin said in a low voice, vigilantly.
But that's it, the figure still didn't make a sound or move, just so quiet.
Wang Yanglin's breathing was a little rapid at this moment, and his little heart was beating loudly. Finally, he gritted his teeth, appeared at the door in an instant, and opened the door violently.
He wanted to see who dared to play tricks here.
However, there was no one outside, and from the outside, the black shadow on the paper window had disappeared.
Wang Yanglin swallowed, then thrust his head into the room to look at the paper window, but was horrified to find that the black shadow on the paper window was still there.
Even the black shadow was still moving, as if it was tilting its neck and sticking out its long tongue.
"Who..." Wang Yanglin shouted angrily at this moment.
"Senior brother, what's wrong?" This angry shout also alarmed the others.
"It's nothing." Wang Yanglin gradually calmed down his uneasy heart, "Junior brother, is there anything strange over there?"
"No." The disciple shook his head in confusion and then 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 really too nervous? But at this moment, Wang Yanglin's eyes suddenly widened. Behind his junior brother, there was a man in white with long hair.
Ghost shadow covering the face.
Wang Yanglin took a few steps back with a look of horror on his face, blinked his eyes, and the white-clothed figure he had just seen disappeared in an instant.
"Senior brother, what's wrong..."
Wang Yanglin's breathing was a little rapid at this moment, "No, I saw it wrong, I was too nervous..."
"Oh, senior brother, go to bed early and don't be too nervous."
"kindness."
….
When he returned to the house, Wang Yanglin picked up the teapot and was about to pour a glass of water and calm down his heart. But at this moment, Wang Yanglin suddenly discovered that what was poured out of the teapot was scarlet blood.
Wang Yanglin shuddered, and the teapot fell to the ground with a bang, falling into pieces.
What frightened Wang Yanglin even more was that there were some scarlet fonts on the bed.
"I died so unjustly..."
At this moment, Wang Yanglin retreated sharply, looking at everything in front of him in horror.
Those big scarlet characters made huge waves in Wang Yanglin's mind.
Lin Fan, who was in the invisible state, smiled slightly when he saw Wang Yanglin's frightened expression.
This is enough to scare you. Now you can find someone else to try it.
Because Wang Yanglin was frightened by this, he didn't sleep all night and was always on high alert.
This night was sleepless, and for some disciples of Jiuxiao Sect, this night was so thrilling.
The next day.
The battle for the strongest genius has officially begun.
The venue for this battle of the strongest geniuses is Zhongtian Peak, where the sect’s largest competition stage is located.
At the same time, the formations around the competition stage were also personally arranged by Supreme Elder Lu Mingyang of Zhongtian Peak, allowing the disciples to show off their skills without affecting the lives and safety of the watching disciples.
Nowadays, Zhongtian Peak is crowded with people, and disciples of the Holy Sect are arriving one after another. They are all looking forward to the three-year battle of the strongest geniuses. They not only hope that their sect can win, but also want to see the heroic appearance of the sect's genius brothers.
Lin Fan was currently discussing matters with Supreme Elder Wuya. As for the battle between the strongest geniuses, Lin Fan originally did not want to join in the excitement, but he was forcefully forced to take the stage by Supreme Elder Wuya.
"Lin Fan, I already said yesterday that you are the disciple of the sect's genius, so this time I have to work hard for you to compete on stage." Supreme Elder Wuya said.
Lin Fan looked at Wu Ya and said, "Elder, don't you think you have no hope for the disciples of the sect?"
Lin Fan really had this idea. In his opinion, Supreme Elder Wuya must have no choice in his heart. In the end, he could only place all his hopes on himself. After all, no matter where he is, he will always be like this.
It's bright.
Elder Wuya looked at Lin Fan sideways, and the meaning in his eyes seemed to be, you know too much.
"The people from Jiuxiao Sect are here." At this time, there was a commotion among the crowd and they voluntarily made way for a passage.
Elder Liang Yichu was walking in front, while the Tianjiao disciples of Jiuxiao Sect followed behind.
What only made the disciples of the Holy Sect a little shocked was that there seemed to be something wrong with some of the disciples of the Jiuxiao Sect.
It was as if he hadn't rested for several days, and his face looked haggard and depressed.
"Hey, look at the disciples of Jiuxiao Sect, what's going on? They seem very tired."
"I don't know. Look, that disciple looks haggard, as if he is about to faint."
….
Wang Yanglin was following the team now, and he was listless. What happened yesterday left him in a state of high tension all night.
He didn't even dare to close his eyelids, for fear that something terrible would happen the moment he closed his eyes.
Lin Fan looked at Wang Yanglin's appearance and felt a little helpless. His cultivation level was so high, yet he was still so timid.
Afraid of ghosts? If you say this, you will really laugh to death.
Then Lin Fan said nothing and came to where the inner sect's talented disciples were.
Zong Hentian sat there motionless, closing his eyes to rest.
"How's it going?" Lin Fan stepped forward and patted his shoulder and asked.
"Uncle Master, it's okay." Zong Hentian was also a little nervous now, especially when he saw the imposing Xin Feng, his eyelids twitched slightly.
"Uncle Lin, come on." At this time, Ye Shaotian came from a distance and said.
"Yes." Lin Fan nodded.
"Uncle, we have been here to cheer you up the whole time. The Tianjiao disciples from Jiuxiao Sect this time feel much more powerful than the last one. Uncle, you need to be more careful." Although Ye Shaotian and the others are outer disciples
, but his talent and understanding are not much worse than those of the inner sect brothers, but his own cultivation has not reached the level of the inner sect disciples.
But in their opinion, this is only a matter of time.
Maybe next time, they will have the opportunity to participate.