Old Wen said angrily: "You don't have to meddle in other people's business!"

This was said to Liancheng.

Fatty Yu held a pen in one hand, his cold eyes shone through the round-frame glasses and headed towards the audience.

Bitch Chen slowly put on a purple clothes made of carpet, took out a dressing box, and ignored the scar on his face with cheap foundation.

He had no money and put his hands in his sleeves, and looked at the old man Qingming with a smile. His clothes were windless, and he made a sound. He whispered: "The big dream is like the sound of waves, and everything is determined to be without end. So what about life and death? "

The old man issued an ultimatum.

"Follow me and do things for the banner master. After the matter is done, you can still live here and wait for death. If you don't want to, there is only one way to die. You will be a potential threat to the ghost face, and I can't let you leave alive."

Lian Cheng sat on the sofa without moving at all.

The people present at the Ghost Meeting never caught his eye. "The Sutra Qi Ji" does not have the division of Doupi Dan Cauldron. Since the entry is half a step in innateness, you can break through the innate realm by completing it.

With Liancheng's skills, he would be particularly concerned unless he had learned the innate magical powers of the alchemy master. If he was just a ants that were crushed to death, he did not like to kill people, but it did not mean that he had no intention of killing.

Old Man Qingming couldn't see through Liancheng's strength. He was happy to see Liancheng and Lao Wen's internal conflicts, and said incisively: "Fellow Taoist, if you don't appreciate your affection, you'd better not interfere. It's better to save your warm face and put it on your cold butt. Wouldn't it be a joke?"

Liancheng still remains unmoved.

Holding the lid of the cup in his hand, he skipped off the bitter tea foam from the tea cup, and looked down at the piaoping tea.

"I don't need to say anything about it, especially dead people."

Old Man Qingming held back his anger and continued to persuade: "Your Excellency is better off leaving here. There will be a dispute later. If you are involved, this is a situation that you and I don't want to see. You shouldn't want to make enemies with the ghost face because of a few irrelevant young monks! I think you are also a wise person, so why bother to get into trouble for others?"

"If I don't leave," Lian Cheng seemed to smile. "What are you doing to me?"

The Ghost Meeting held a grudge against Qing Ming and shouted: "What did you say! Believe it or not, we will kill you together."

Since they started to interfere in the world, how could they have suffered such a frustration? They acted erratic and cruel, and never reasoned with others. Now Qing Ming was worried about something, so he had the idea of ​​causing less trouble. What he didn't expect was that Lian Cheng was so dissatisfied.

The old man Qingming's face gradually became colder: "You... are really ignorant."

Old Wen still doesn't appreciate it.

He said, "If you are surnamed Lian, we don't need you to sell favors. This is not a place you should stay. I have never thought of helping you find someone, and what I say is a lie to deceive you. It's not your trouble, what are you going to do!"

Lian Cheng smiled and shook his head: "I think I am self-righteous... I don't need others to say anything. No one can leave before anyone can say it clearly."

"Speak wildly!" The Ghost Face Sect's disciple became even more annoyed.

Old Man Qingming could no longer control his emotions. He could not see Lian Cheng's cultivation level clearly, but the ghost face would never be humiliated to such a point. If it was spread, it would be known that he could not bear the anger and blame of the banner owner.

"Do it!" the old man gave the order.

The Ghost Face Messenger all shook open the sword sheath on his waist, and his qi and blood rushed. He drew his sword and was about to chop at Lian Cheng and others.

But to their shock, no one could draw the sword in his hand.

Liancheng has completely integrated the essence of the Storm style. Within ten steps, all the shapes and even metal objects of the sword were controlled by his mind. The sword no longer belonged to the original master, but surrendered to Liancheng's sword intent.

The sound of the scabbard friction between the blade is endless.

I tried my best to hold my face in a pig's liver, and I couldn't pull out the sword!

Old Man Qingming was surprised at first, but then he showed a solemn expression. He could see that this was what Lian Cheng did, but such ability was definitely not something that a simple character could possess!

"Who are you?" He took out the talisman and stared at Lian Cheng tightly.

Lian Cheng bounced away the dust from his sleeves, stood up slowly, and smiled: "Average bosses who are coming to recruit employees. If you refuse to leave, I will kill one person every ten seconds."

"ten."

The Ghost Face Sect subconsciously wanted to move their steps, but found that they were actually locked in place by the sword on their waists. The sword seemed to have derived spirituality, bursting out invisible power to trap the sword-holding hand, and could not escape no matter how.

"Nine."

Old man Qingming shouted angrily: "Don't bully people too much!" He tried his best to throw out the vicious talisman made of ghosts in his hand. If such talismans are stained with flesh, they will definitely corrode the muscles and bones and completely turn the person into blood.

Old Wen, Yu Fatty and others couldn't help but take a step back.

What no one expected was that-

Lian Cheng leaned out his hand and grabbed the talisman paper. The talisman paper only struggled in his hands for a moment, and the ghostly spirit lingered in a crazy way. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a soft and ordinary piece of paper.

His palm was unharmed, and he rolled the talisman paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"eight."

Lian Cheng stood quietly, continuing to count down with a smile.

Old Man Qingming suddenly realized that this level of cultivation is probably not as simple as a cultivator in the Maid realm! Is it possible... there is only one situation that can be explained.

Dan Realm.

Under the innate nature, there is no one to defeat the great realm of golden elixir. Innate masters are rampant. Whether it is the cultivation of Taoism with all the meridians, the endless terrifying sea of ​​qi, and the mysterious innate magical powers, they are all unmatched by acquired monks.

"You-" the old man said a little while his throat was stuck.

The sword formation composed of many swords gradually controlled all movements around.

"seven."

Lao Wen, Chen Ji Ren, Wu Qian and others looked at each other, exchanged their eyes, and decided to leave here immediately. They wanted to take steps, but they were also settled in place like those who met the ghost.

"six."

Liancheng smiled even more vigorously.

Only then did Old Wen realize his courage. He had never experienced the power of a congenital monk. He thought he was just a master with higher cultivation, a millionaire was a rich man, and a millionaire was just a richer person. Under this thought, he ignored the gap like a chasm.

The countdown gradually passes.

There was a dead silence in the front hall, only Lian Cheng counted. "Five, four, three, two..."

No one wants to die in the ghost face. They are all human beings, people with strong desire to survive. It is meaningless to struggle hard, pale face, weak legs and feet, and the pitiful eyes look at Liancheng, hoping to surround his life.

In the desperate gaze of the old man Qingming, Liancheng counted to the end.

At this time, his whole body was wet with sweat and he was completely unaware of it. He only felt his hands and feet were cold. Lian Cheng only said he wanted to kill one person, but he didn't say who he killed. This gambling-like way of death made them even more frightened.

Tick ​​and the clock swings.

Lian Cheng paused and smiled and said, "What is the last number?"

"Yes...yes...yes...yes, let's go now..." Old man Qingming was able to speak suddenly, and he trembled. The Ghost Crossing Sect nodded desperately.

Lian Cheng shook his head: "Yes."

Snap!

Everyone's little fingers broke in unison, and blood flowed. They did not notice that a rich black air gushed out from Lian Cheng's feet and flowed into their bodies along the wound. Old Qingming was no exception.

"Give up your life." Lian Cheng said slowly: "Get out."

Qingming not only did not hate Lian Cheng, but showed strong gratitude on his face. "Thank you, thank you for showing mercy!" The person at the Ghost Meeting picked up his fingers and left quickly with panic.

Liancheng looked at Lao Wen. "You are a good person, continue to chat? You have already made a big money talent, but I haven't told me yet."

Old Wen was surprised, hesitated, and finally sighed.
Chapter completed!