"Lin Senyun, crawl out like a dog."

In the 28th row at the front of the mission hall, Yang Xuanzhen suddenly appeared and said an extremely arrogant statement.

"What..."

Hearing this, Lin Senyun was stunned on the spot.

Several inner disciples sitting upright in front, behind and on the left and right also looked at Yang Xuanzhen together, with an incredible expression on their faces.

A mere eighth level outer disciple who speaks so much, is he so unstoppable? Could it be that his mind is stuck?

Everyone thinks so.

But so what? It doesn't matter to them, just watch the show quietly.

After a while, Lin Senyun came to his senses, stared at Yang Xuanzhen with his eyes tightly, and said in a sequel: "Boy, are you talking to me?"

"Are you deaf?"

Yang Xuanzhen looked down at him and said lightly: "I told you to climb out of this hall, don't you understand human words?"

"Hahaha!"

Lin Senyun seemed to hear the funnyest jokes in the world, laughing so hard that she leaned back and forth, and tears came out.

This situation is like a beggar who ran to the palace and said to the emperor: Get out of this palace quickly. Only in this way can I forgive your crimes.

This is not only funny, but also ridiculous.

But the next moment, Lin Senyun could no longer laugh.

"You're talking too much nonsense."

As these words ended, Yang Xuan was really moved.

He suddenly poked out his big hand, like a demon clutch that broke through nothingness, and slapped Lin Senyun in the face.

"You..."

Lin Senyun was shocked and never thought that the other party would suddenly take action. In a hurry, he stretched out his right arm and tried to block Yang Xuanzhen's fierce slap.

Bang!

The next moment, a crisp sound spread around.

Lin Senyun was actually knocked to the ground by Yang Xuanzhen.

If the floor here was not made of special materials and was extremely sturdy, I would have been afraid that a big hole would be smashed.

"Hiss..."

This incident surprised everyone around him. He quickly looked down and couldn't help but take a breath.

I saw Lin Senyun supporting his body with his left arm, lying on the ground, his right arm was completely twisted into a twisted shape, with thick white bones spurting his sleeves, looking extremely cunning.

Especially the injury on the other person's cheek was the most serious. A large area of ​​the jaw was sunken, and both eyes were gathered together, and blood was pouring out like money.

One slap, just one slap.

Lin Senyun, an inner disciple, was crippled by this outer disciple with the eighth level of physical body.

What is this strength?

Even if it is better than some of the best in the inner sects, it is not much better?

Moreover, this guy is quick and ruthless in his actions, and he is completely beaten to death.

People like them, when they were fighting for positions in the past, no matter how angry they were, they would at most beat people to their noses and faces.

But this guy doesn't play by the rules at all, and he will be disabled if he takes action, simple and rough.

Such methods are no different from the devil.

Not only were everyone around him shocked, but even some disciples who were competing for the cushion in the distance stopped and looked at this direction and were surprised.

Even some people beside Yang Xuanzhen didn't even want the futon he occupied. As his double thighs trembled, they stood up and stayed away from this area.

And just trying to dissuade Yang Xuanzhen Ye Suling, Lin Senpeng, Liu Taidou and others, they were even more jumped by this scene and stopped moving forward.

Only Lin Senyun struggled to get up from the ground, staring at Yang Xuanzhen, with a strong resentment in his eyes.

However, he was still rational and did not rush up to find abuse, nor did he say anything harshly. He just covered his broken arm and staggered away from here.

Yang Xuanzhen narrowed her eyes and looked at the other party's departure back until the other party completely disappeared, then she withdrew her gaze.

In fact, he didn't want to kill Lin Senyun on the spot, but first of all, he couldn't get through that level of the sect rules.

And when he had this idea just now, the old man sitting upright in the top of the hall opened his eyes, looked at him, and had to give up.

Yang Xuanzhen regained his smile, turned to look at Ye Suling and others and invited him, "There are kind people here to give up their seats for the new disciples, come and sit down quickly, don't let down the kindness of all the inner sect senior brothers and sisters."

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"Ah...oh..."

Ye Suling shivered all over her body, her pretty face flushed like sequelae. Then, she forced herself to calm down and walked to Yang Xuanzhen and sat on the cushion on the left.

Seeing this, Lin Senpeng, Liu Taidou and others also followed and sat down next to Yang Xuanzhen.

However, their eyes at Yang Xuanzhen were different from before, and they were a little awe.

"Senior Brother Yang, you are only the eighth level of the physical body, so you have such strength. When you break through to the tenth level in the future, you may even be able to make a breakthrough in the immortal tower standing in the center of the city of disaster.

There are good rankings left." Lin Senpeng flattered.

Yang Xuan was really interested and said curiously: "Oh, what is the immortal tower? Come and tell me in detail."

Ye Suling on the left approached Yang Xuanzhen like a bird dependent on others, chirping: "Senior Brother Yang, I want to say, I know a little about this."

"The Immortal Tower is a Taoist weapon in the sect, which contains the illusion of the ninety-nine existences in the most powerful physical realm in our Taiyi Sect for nearly five thousand years, and can also be called clones."

"Rumor, disciples in the physical realm can go to the Immortal Tower to challenge. If they win any of them, they can receive extremely generous rewards, which means..."

Yang Xuanzhen's eyes lit up suddenly, she looked directly at Ye Suling, and interrupted at her, "What is the specific reward? Or is the merit point or the magic weapon?"

What he lacks the most now is the cultivation resources, which must be taken seriously.

"Um...I..." But at this moment, Ye Suling felt like she was blocked by something and couldn't say a complete sentence.

Fortunately, Lin Senpeng took over the conversation and smiled bitterly: "Senior Brother Yang, the rewards in climbing the fairy tower are not that easy to get."

"It is important to know that the weakest one of them has the combat power of sweeping the physical realm masters. Looking at the hundreds of years of history of our sect, there are only a handful of people who can defeat one of the ninety-nine powerful beings in the immortal tower."

Speaking of this, Lin Senpeng paused, as if he was sorting out his words, and then continued:

"As far as I know, the 99th person who ranks on the Immortal Tower is Song Weiyi's senior brother... The 80th person is Zhao Xuanyi's senior brother... The 54th person is Chen Shouyi's senior brother... The 27th person is Wang Tianyi's senior brother..."

"The tenth one is senior brother Wu Renyi... the eighth one is senior sister Yan Jueyi... the fifth one is deputy head of Chi Rongtian... the third one is senior sister Yan Shuiyi..."

"Even, the strongest one is... she... she..."

Lin Senpeng's words suddenly became hesitant, looking like he was eager to speak but stopped.

"What is the mother-in-law doing like this? Who is she? Can't she tell me?"

Yang Xuanzhen frowned slightly and asked, but he had already guessed the man's name in his heart.

At this moment, the old man with white hair and beard at the top of the Chuangong Hall finally woke up from the meditation, slowly stood up, and said, "Everyone is quiet."

As the old man finished speaking, everyone below stopped whispering, and the disciples in the fight also stopped moving, and each quickly looked for the cushion to sit down.

For a moment, the huge temple of the Dharma transmission became a slightest.

"What is supernatural power?"
Chapter completed!