BXBX NOVEL Chapter 47: not like ordinary people
The scene just now surprised them very much. Cheng Ren was frightened by the other party's look, obviously he was not an unknown person.
But they have not found a disciple who matches the appearance and strength of this female cultivator among the disciples above the true biography of the inner sect.
"Who is your Excellency? Is it too ruthless to kill without strict distinction?"
Cheng Ren was not intimidated. Although he lost to the opponent, he had a background.
Even if he was shocked by the opponent's strength, he seemed extremely calm.
"Oh? Really?" The female cultivator was also very indifferent, as if she wasn't the one who did it just now.
She walked towards Cheng Ren slowly, causing the other person to frown slightly.
"Ruthless, right?" The nun slapped Cheng Ren's face.
The opponent didn't react in a hurry at all, and was blown to the ground.
"You dare to insult me?" Cheng Ren was stunned, his blood spurted, and his anger surged up instantly.
He got up and stared at the female cultivator.
However.
"True biography, right?" The female cultivator was so powerful that she slapped Cheng Ren again, knocking Cheng Ren's two teeth off.
The other party's blood pressure rose all of a sudden, but he didn't dare to resist.
The difference in strength is too great.
As he retreated, but he was a true biography, he threatened to speak harshly:
"My master is Jindan Zhenjun, how dare you insult me like this?"
"Golden pill, right?"
The one who greeted Cheng Ren was the nun who jumped up and patted her head down.
Pfft!
Cheng Ren vomited blood, his face was painful, and he fell and ate shit.
He got up with difficulty, and stared at the female cultivator with resentment in his eyes.
"You just cultivated more than me for decades. If we are the same age and the same situation, you are not as good as me!"
"It's not as good as you!" The female cultivator showed the same cultivation level as Cheng Ren, but instantly slapped him on the face again.
Now Cheng Ren lost his temper, and could only use force to overwhelm others: "My master is True Lord Baihu, he is extremely protective..."
"True Lord White Tiger, right?" However, the female cultivator once again strongly proved that background identities are all invalid in front of her.
"Leave a line in life, so we can meet each other in the future!"
"Leave a line, right?" This time the female cultivator was ruthless and directly tore Cheng Ren's arm off.
"ah-!"
Looking at the broken arm, Cheng Ren's face instantly turned ferocious, and he howled in pain.
The melon-eaters were shocked to see this scene.
Although they are all true disciples of the inner sect, they are used to seeing life and death, but a true disciple who was taught by a true emperor was tortured like this, but he felt the same, and his back felt cold.
The female cultivator walked up to him, looked at Cheng Ren who had stopped clamoring, and said:
"If you didn't talk nonsense, it wouldn't be like this."
Hearing this, Cheng Ren gritted his teeth, but didn't dare to say a word.
In the sky, a few true biography couldn't stand it anymore, they were friends after all.
"Senior Sister!" They landed on the ground and greeted the nun.
The female cultivator glanced at it in surprise, but these true biography felt like a thorn in her back, and her voice trembled a little:
"Cheng Ren has already been taught by you, can you let us take him away, if not treated in time, he may lose too much blood."
There is still a word left, and if it is later, the arm will not be able to connect, and it will become a one-armed true biography.
"Get out!" The female cultivator spit out a word lightly, and several true disciples hurriedly supported Cheng Ren and walked towards the overpass.
A true biography also wanted to pick up the broken arm.
boom!
The female cultivator flashed a sword energy, and the broken arm directly turned into blood.
The true biography was startled, and looked at him in disbelief.
This is too cruel.
"The master of an arrogant and domineering maid is definitely not a good person. Someone is right. You really have to teach a lesson that you will never forget before you know how to restrain yourself."
The female nun spoke lightly.
You are ruthless! The true disciple had a broken heart, and could only leave in despair.
Chen Shen walked out of the house after the melon-eaters and the victims had left, and the female cultivator returned to the house.
"This neighbor is a bit strong." He admired inwardly.
Just now the other party's attack revealed that the cultivation was only foundation building, but it gave him the feeling that it was much more powerful than the general foundation building Dzogchen.
"Take care of yourself, stay silent, and see everything in the world." Chen Shen said to himself.
He was lying on the old man's chair, with **** tea on the small table next to him, and the sunshade covered half of the sunlight, leaving the rest on his lap.
There is no goblet, no milk tea and orange juice, no beach pool, but it has a special flavor.
Going out and turning right is the flow of people, the bustling sect life.
Turning left is the cemetery, the final destination.
He lives between the two, seeing the turmoil and reunion on the right, and the sorrow and separation in the world on the left.
"Wonderful!" Chen Shen Meimei took a sip of **** tea and exclaimed.
"Ginger tea is bitter, how can it be delicious?"
An untimely voice broke his state of mind.
Chen Shen hurriedly turned his head and saw the nun standing beside the small flower wall.
"Senior Sister." He bowed.
"I think you're right."
Chen Shen was about to speak, but the other party stroked his chin, thinking:
"The young one came to the old one. The matter is still unresolved. I should go to the residence of the miscellaneous-haired tiger."
Hum!
With a soft groan, a long white sword flew from the courtyard behind her, and she held it in her hand.
The sword is two feet and one inch long, and the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, exuding a terrifying aura.
"The natal magic weapon that surpasses the spiritual weapon!" Chen Shen was surprised in his heart.
Natural magic weapons can grow and need to be watered with heart and soul, far stronger than ordinary magic weapons.
The female cultivator held the Divine Weapon of Destiny, turned into a three-color rainbow and flew towards the sky.
"There is a good show to watch!" Chen Shen sat up quickly, his huge spiritual consciousness spread out, and followed the female cultivator.
"Damn it!" As soon as the female cultivator entered the territory of the True Monarch, she heard a monstrous roar, and the True Monarch's aura was overwhelming.
Don't think too much, Cheng Ren filed a complaint, I don't know what to add, but the real king was furious anyway.
"If you dare to insult my disciple and break his arm, you will be punished!"
"Yeah?"
The female cultivator was so powerful that she charged in directly with a sword.
"Zizi is rampant!
Who are you?
Fellow Daoist, have mercy! "
Anger, doubt, and begging, this is a three-in-one!
Afterwards, True Monarch Baihu was wounded by the mysterious monk Cangwu, and Cheng Ren broke another arm, and his flesh and blood could not be regenerated for ten years!
True Monarch Melon Eater intervened, but True Monarch White Tiger kept his mouth shut and didn't say much.
When it comes to conflicts with the true monarch, the sect will not take too much care, as long as it is not a deadly enemy, let them go.
"One-sided crushing, that tiger at the first level of golden core is too useless." Chen Shen shook his head as he witnessed the whole process.
Then he withdrew his consciousness and continued to immerse himself in his state of mind.
...
After the beating, the female cultivator did not go back directly to Tianzhu Mountain, but took a long time before stepping into the courtyard, Chen Shen's courtyard.
"Chen Shen." The voice was melodious and clear, and Chen Shen, who was in a daze, wanted to play dead, but the next move of the other party woke him up directly.
"What are you doing?" Chen Shen crossed his arms, feeling lingering fear.
It's okay, I almost got robbed again.
The female nun withdrew her slightly embarrassed little hand and said, "I have seen the most well-maintained mortals, but they are not as delicate as yours, and even smoother than mine."
"You don't look like a mortal!" The nun showed a mysterious smile.
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