Liancheng is in the state of ghost souls, so he doesn't have to worry about the issue of identity exposure.

Just talking about gender, no one will associate a tall and beautiful blood-stained rose with a eunuch writer who has not been updated for half a month. The two belong to completely different worlds.

A cautious personality has long since made Lian Cheng’s concerns, and now he doesn’t have to worry!

People from the Tianmu Sect have two reactions in total. Those who have not learned the superficial ghost sword technique cannot detect the mysterious fluctuations around the ghost soul, and can only feel the powerful pressure from a higher level. Those who have learned the superficial ghost sword technique can feel the connection between their meridians and the person in front of them.

Bu Huaqian studied the sword technique of ghosts for a while. He had to admit that this set of sword techniques should be a sword technique created by peerless swordsman genius who worked hard for decades to create. The sword technique recorded in the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts is the sum of the memories of countless evil ghosts, and of course it is not something that a fortune teller can see through.

He only figured out the benefits of the ghost-profile sword technique that can effectively strengthen the body, but he did not find that anyone who practiced the ghost-profile sword technique would always be under the surveillance of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Picture and Liancheng.

The ghost soul was quietly suspended in the air, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Without the shackles of real identity, Liancheng can be regarded as finding an opportunity to release his nature. No one is born to like to shrink, look forward to the front and back, and act recklessly and casually is the pursuit of people's subconscious mind.

The scarlet cloak, like a living creature, swung behind the back, the black and red cheongsam set off the stunning figure of the ghost soul, and the noble and arrogant face was a little smile. The evil ghost's arms turned into shoulder armor, guarding the ghost soul's body, and his face was ferocious and devoured to others.

The ghost soul tapped its foot in the air, and its toes stepped on the air to emit circular ripples in the shape of water. The ripples gradually spread, with strange frequency, and the frequency of the knock was in line with the beat of everyone's heartbeats and drums.

Ai Chengfeng was surprised and pulled out two long ink dragons from the ground to protect himself. He subconsciously wanted to urge the ink dragon to take down the mysterious woman in front of him and shouted: "Who are you?"

Bu Huaqian's eyes flashed with horror.

He has extensive experience and can see that this is the out-of-body spirit that can only be used in the innate alchemy realm. The appearance of the soul is mostly the same as the body of a monk and different from the soul. The soul is the essence of thinking, and the soul is the carrier of thinking.

"Guess." Gui Yuanshen smiled and stood in a panic.

He was motionless without verbal threats. The momentum alone made everyone present dare not act rashly. Ai Chengfeng was in anger. He hated the people who pretended to be a ghost the most. If he had a tough mind, he would take them down.

Ai Chengfeng blew out a long dragon condensed by ink and wash, and a divine light star point ran away from the ghost soul, guiding the whereabouts of the ink and wash dragon.

"Mo Long, go!"

The ghost soul had not moved, and the crimson serrated sword wrapped around its thigh suddenly came alive. The spirit snake spitted out the letter, pulled the air and made a hissing sound. The length of its entanglement itself was only two meters. In an instant, the serration sword rushed forward and bit the ink dragon.

With a bang, the ink dragon exploded, and the ink dots scattered, sprinkling all over Ai Chengfeng's body.

He never expected that this would be the script. He opened his mouth wide, swallowed half a syllable in his throat, and his occlusion muscles were bulging high, so he wanted to speak horror.

The snake head of the serrated sword had already arrived in front of him. Before his eyes blinked, the snake head paused, and his sharpness was less than one centimeter away from his eyes!

Ai Chengfeng's pupils almost shrank to a point. He trembled and swallowed all the words below, and he didn't dare to move them. Who knew that the sharpness of the snake sword would take his life!

The ghost soul smiled faintly: "If you move again, you will die."

Ai Chengfeng believed it without a doubt. He couldn't even raise his trembling courage, and his muscles became stiff and turned into wood.

The atmosphere is solemn.

Bu Huaqian was the first to break the silence: "Your Excellency is..."

Liancheng is based on the full set of plays and sets up all the professionalism. He has a certain mind and decides to write an interesting book in reality. This book has no protagonist, no foreshadowing and foreshadowing, and is entirely based on reality and what he sees and hears.

The first setting of this nameless book is called "Qionghua Sword School".

The voice of the ghost soul is very nice, it is a lazy queen accent, and it is neither too fast nor too slow, and I will say slowly.

"Qionghua.Character."

It’s Qionghua Sword Sect again!

etc……

Another innate person comes!

If it is still doubtful whether the Black Smoke Old Demon in Qizi Mountain that day and Liancheng in Bu Xushuo's mouth are truly innate, it is absolutely impossible to leave the body of the soul unique to the innate realm.

By this calculation, there were actually three innate monks in this Qionghua Sword Plate during contact in just a few days.

Compared with it, the Tianmu faction is better than the gap between the Philippine Navy and the American Navy. The former has few serious warships, while the latter has nuclear-powered aircraft carriers running everywhere... The gap is quite touching.

Bu Huaqian believes in one truth.

The power comes from the gun. To be honest, the one with a big fist is speaking first. Bu Huaqian feels that dozens of men, women, young and old may not be enough to touch the fist of this casserole.

"Senior!" Bu Huaqian suddenly shouted: "We have admired the name of Qionghua Sword Sect for a long time. Now you are here, and the brilliance will shine! All the disciples of Tianmu Sect obey orders and deliver the great gifts of the guests!"

The Tianmu Sect's sect is as clever as the leader.

They all bent down and bowed, with a solemn expression, sincere attitude, and neat voice like a chorus.

"Welcome to Senior Demon."

Weng Yu's mind didn't turn around, and this is all right! Can people from the Tianmu Sect still have a b-faced look? She has never seen such a shameless person, so it's too unrestrained! Fortunately, I, the Yulintai Sect, wouldn't be like this.

"My Yulintai..."

Ai Chengfeng took advantage of Weng Yu's attention and suddenly used the tiger-to-ground style, and his limbs and forehead were all attached to the floor.

"I hope to see you for the predecessors from now on!"

Don't do this!!!

Weng Yu wished she could strangle Ai Chengfeng to death on the spot. How could the direct disciple of Yulintai be so weak? As a cultivator in the Pi realm, she rarely has an opponent in Zhaoping. How could she have encountered such treatment?

But she forgot.

Ai Chengfeng, who was in the Dou Realm, was under the serrated sword of the mysterious man in front of him. He almost got killed by the serrated sword on the spot without passing a move. And... this person called the Demon Confidence has not made any move yet!

The ghost soul quietly fell into the center of the lobby.

Wherever my eyes swept, I was either stunning, panic, trembling, or puzzled.

"I have no idea of ​​making a grudge with you." Weng Yu stood tall and did not fall at all. The breath of Pi Realm burst out and everyone retreated three points.

She said: "I came to this Tianmu Sect just for a magic weapon and for those who should not have taken things. The other two or three things have nothing to do with you! People who practice should not care about the matter of cleaning up cause and effect and Yulintai."

This is a magnificent saying, as if the Tianmu faction owes them.

Bu Huaqian was angry and smiled and said, "You want the compass and the person who took the compass."

"Natural." Weng Yu nodded.

"If I tell you, the compass is in the hands of the master Qionghua... and that person is also innate." Bu Huaqian finally told the secret that he had suppressed for a long time.

The word "典".

Weng Yu was stunned on the spot.

The demon chuckled and said, "It's just innate, not worth mentioning."
Chapter completed!