Quick Wear: I and the Female Match Share the Battle Shirt

Lu Changqing manipulated the vines to push the coffin over his head, and raised his head to say to the person in the coffin: "Don't worry, I'll help you break the chains that bind the coffin. Get ready, I'll count to one, two, three."

Ming Qiang, who was far away, was furious when she saw this. How could she not understand what Lu Changqing was trying to do? This woman wanted to use her master to block the thunder.

"No!" Ming Qiang let out a heart-wrenching scream. She waved away the men who were trying to stop her and rushed forward desperately. However, it was already too late.

"one!"

Lu Changqing raised his sword and pointed it at the sky, and three sword lights shot up into the sky.

"two!"

He turned around and swung the sword several times at the iron coffin above his head. With a flash of sword light, the iron lock on the coffin broke.

"three!"

The coffin lid was kicked away by the person lying inside. As soon as the upper body of the person inside was exposed, a purple lightning as thick as a bucket was hit in the head.

"what--!!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out above his head, and Lu Changqing smelled the smell of burnt clothes and the aroma of barbecue.

The old demon lord once guessed who would be the first enemy he would see when he came out of the coffin. He thought of many people as to who this enemy would be, but he never thought that what he would see when he opened his eyes would be a lightning bolt as thick as a bucket.

The speed was so fast that he didn't have time to react before the lightning struck him from the top of his head. The result of enduring lightning with a living flesh and blood body was that he was struck dizzy and smoke came out of his seven orifices.

Seeing that the second thunder tribulation was about to come, Lu Changqing hurriedly manipulated the vines to turn the coffin upside down, and the old demon lord, who was still in a daze, fell out of the coffin without noticing.

"Do not--!"

"Do not--!"

This time there were two voices, one male and one female. The former was Ning Ran and the latter was Lin Miaoyue. As for Ming Qiang, she had been knocked unconscious by the residual power of the first thunder tribulation.

Ning Ran flew over with a sword in his hand, wanting to save people. Seeing this, Lin Miaoyue hurriedly chased after him, trying to pull Ning Ran back.

"Puchi——" was the sound of the sword piercing into the body.

Warm blood drenched Lu Changqing's body, and the red liquid flowed down her forehead. She reached out to wipe the blood off her face and gave a perverted smile to the people watching the excitement not far away.

Purple lightning lit up the night sky. Lu Changqing stood on the ground holding a sword that forked a person. When the lightning struck her body and lit up, everyone saw three skeletons. One was standing, one was bending its body and trembling, smoking, and the other was flying in the air at first, but now it was lying on the ground.

The old demon lord died just like that!

Ning Ran was blown to the ground by the lightning and vomited blood. He stretched out his trembling right hand to Lu Changqing. The pain all over his body made him unable to speak, "You can't kill him!"

This man killed his mother and tortured and abused him since he was a child. He swore to kill this man with his own hands to avenge his mother and himself.

Lu Changqing raised the human body skewer in his hand and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, he seems to be dead."

"You can't kill him!" Ning Ran tried to crawl to Lu Changqing's feet regardless of the pain in her body, and kept shouting stubbornly, "You can't kill him, you can't kill him."

Lu Changqing put down the old demon's body, stepped on his shoulder and pulled out the sword that was stuck in his heart, and then... there were a few more "puff" sounds.

To prevent accidents, she stabbed him twice in the left chest, and stirred the wound with the sword. The last sword was swung at the old demon's neck, helping him move his head to another home.

Ning Ran watched with bloodshot eyes as his biological father's head flew from under the woman's feet to the outskirts of the crowd, and finally fell into the bustling crowd of demons.

He slapped the ground and stood up, stabbing at Lu Changqing with a sword in his hand regardless of anything. Lu Changqing flew up and kicked the man directly out.

"Get out of the way, don't delay me from surviving the thunder tribulation."

Don’t you see that this guy is standing here, and the thunder in the sky doesn’t dare to strike him?

Lin Miaoyue flew over and caught Ning Ran from the air. Due to the situation not allowing it, there were no petals flying all over the sky, let alone romantic circles.

"Shen Quanzhen, don't go too far!" Lin Miaoyue almost bit her teeth to pieces.

This time traveler was really too much! Ning Ran had no grudge against her, but she hurt him twice.

Lu Changqing didn't have time to argue with Lin Miaoyue now. After saying "wait, don't leave", he concentrated on mobilizing the spiritual power in his dantian to prepare for the last seven thunder tribulations.

The Heavenly Dao probably knew that it had been tricked, so it dragged living people to block the calamity, as if to vent its anger. The last seven thunder strikes were heavier than the last. When the thunder dissipated and heavy rain fell, the place where Lu Changqing was standing was charred and a deep pit more than ten feet wide appeared.

There was no sound coming from the bottom of the pit, and no one knew whether the man was dead or alive.

Yun Huan had personally experienced the thunder tribulation of the Spirit Transformation Stage, so he naturally knew how powerful those seven heavenly thunders were. He felt that with Lu Changqing's cultivation level of more than 30 years, he would not be able to survive. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a big white bird appeared out of nowhere next to the pit, and a white figure flew out from the bottom of the pit and landed on the back of the bird. This person was Lu Changqing.

At this time, she had changed into a clean robe, her long hair was loose, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her face. Compared with the water ghost, it can't be said that she has nothing to do with it. She is exactly the same.

"What are you standing there for? Applaud! Congratulations to our cultivation world for having another great man in the Spiritualization Stage!"

After saying that, Lu Changqing was the first to applaud himself.

Sparse applause broke out in the crowd, and everyone had different expressions on their faces. Some were surprised, some were shocked, some were unbelievable, some were incomprehensible, and some were hostile.

Xiaoxue carried Lu Changqing to Yao Ying and asked again, "Master's Wife, now do you think I am better or your good disciple Zhang Hongyou is better?"

Yao Ying opened and closed her mouth several times, and finally just called out "Quanzhen" softly, her eyes full of pleading.

What was he praying for? Was he praying for her, who was in the Spiritualization Stage, to show mercy and not embarrass Zhang Hongyou, and not to snatch things from him who was weak and helpless?

Lu Changqing looked at Wang Zhiming and asked very bluntly: "I think I look a lot like the next leader of our Qingyang Sect. What do you think, Master?"

Wang Zhiming was shocked that Lu Changqing would say such a thing. He always thought that his disciple was a smart one. But today, he found that all the disciples in the sect combined were not as cunning as this evil disciple. Not only did he hide the treasures from the secret realm, but now he even wanted to keep the place under him.

"Quan Zhen, stop messing around. Now is not the time to talk about this."

Lu Changqing tilted his head, "So, you don't want to?"

Wang Zhiming felt that Lu Changqing was just relying on his current level of cultivation in the Spirit Transformation Stage to make trouble with him unreasonably and to force him with his own cultivation level, but how could he give in so easily.

Once a teacher, always a father. A father is the guide of his children. He didn't believe that Lu Changqing dared to slap him in the face in front of so many people.

"How can a woman like you be able to do the job of a sect leader? Besides, our Qingyang Sect has never had a female sect leader since its establishment. How can I set a precedent for you!" Wang Zhiming said without any doubt.

"Okay." Lu Changqing nodded, and said seriously and firmly: "I, Shen Quanzhen, voluntarily leave Qingyang Sect from today on. From now on, I will no longer be a disciple of Qingyang Sect. From now on, the honor and disgrace, life and death of Qingyang Sect have nothing to do with me!"

"You want to leave Qingyang Sect? Just because I don't want to train you to be the Sect Master?" Wang Zhiming's face was filled with anger. "All your achievements today are given by Qingyang Sect. Now that you have grown up, you want to betray the sect. I tell you, it's impossible!"

We must keep this person here and force him to tell us how he was able to cultivate to the Spirit Transformation Stage in such a short period of time.

"You are not afraid of biting your tongue when you say this. What did your Qingyang Sect give me? Just those few broken inner sect skills?" Lu Changqing had long wanted to scold Wang Zhiming, that bastard. His mouth kept firing like a machine gun. "Your wife accepted you as her disciple. We were also taught by your wife herself. She also handled the sect affairs on your behalf. What qualifications do you have to act like an elder in front of me? Just because I call you Master, do you really think you are my father? Take a piss and look at yourself first to see if you are worthy enough!"

"You...you..." Wang Zhiming was so angry that his hands were shaking as he pointed at Lu Changqing, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Our pampered Master Wang can't stand it? It seems that he has not endured enough anger. How can you see the rainbow without going through the wind and rain? How can you strengthen your heart without being insulted? Don't stay in the house to practice every day in the future. With your talent, it's useless to practice. You might as well go out and get scolded more."

"When you are scolded more often, your heart will become stronger and you will be more confident. You will no longer hide in the corner like a rat in the gutter, guarding against the people in the sect, fearing that someone's cultivation level will exceed yours and you will poison them." Lu Changqing said, looking at Yao Ying and said, "Don't you agree, Master's wife?"

"Shut up!" This time Wang Zhiming did not stutter. He interrupted Lu Changqing indignantly. His eyes were bloodshot due to his rage, like a provoked and furious lion.

"You are embarrassed to do it, but you are embarrassed to let me tell you?" Lu Changqing was fearless. "Wang Zhiming, can you swear that you are not jealous of your wife's talent and fear that she will surpass you in cultivation, so you poison her all the year round, causing damage to her meridians and stagnation of her cultivation?"

The dirtiest and most shameful deeds in his heart were exposed in public. Facing the doubtful, astonished, curious or contemptuous looks of the crowd, Wang Zhiming shouted angrily: "This is nonsense! Stop talking nonsense!"

Lu Changqing raised his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together and raised them to the sky and swore, "I, Shen Quanzhen, swear that everything I said above is true. If there is any falsehood, I will be struck by lightning and die miserably."

Coincidentally, the rain had just stopped at this time. The clouds dispersed and the sky became blue. Warm sunlight fell from the sky. Lu Changqing pinched a seal to dry the wet rain on his body, then raised his chin towards Wang Zhiyang, "It's your turn."

Yao Ying looked at Wang Zhiming, whose forehead was bulging with anger, and her voice trembled, "Zhiming, is what Quan Zhen said true?"

Wang Zhiming gritted his teeth, cursing her in his heart, and was very rude in his words, "Don't you have a brain? It's obvious that she didn't achieve her goal, so she got angry and threw dirty water on me. You can't understand such a simple plot to alienate her?"

There was the sound of people whispering all around, and Yao Ying listened to the chattering, struggling with discomfort in her heart.

In her heart, she didn't believe that Wang Zhiming was the kind of despicable person who used despicable means to harm others out of jealousy, but facing Lu Changqing's confident attitude, she couldn't help but feel a little wary and suspicious of the man beside her.

Once some doubts arise between a husband and wife, if one of them is no longer willing to swallow his anger and endure everything without bottom line, then the two of them will not be far from sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams and being equal.

Lu Changqing rolled her eyes, not wanting to bother with Wang Zhiming, this clown. She had already lit the fuse, so let the people of Qingyang Sect fight among themselves.

Yun Huan glanced at Wang Zhiyang, whose face turned red, not sure whether he was angry or embarrassed. He felt very contemptuous of him. His superior qualifications gave him the capital to be proud. Although Lu Changqing's words had not been confirmed, he had already determined in his heart that Wang Zhiyang was the kind of evil villain who couldn't stand seeing people around him being better than himself.

"Have you two finished talking? Next, let's talk about the feud between Fellow Daoist Shen and my Wuji Sect, right?"

Lu Changqing glanced at Yun Huan and chuckled, "Oh? Why don't I remember any grudges between you and me?"

Yun Huan put one hand behind his back and looked up at Lu Changqing, looking calm and composed. "I am a disciple of the Wuji Sect and I have no grudge against you. Why did you bully my disciple in the secret realm of the Blue Sea Continent?"

Lu Changqing wanted to roll his eyes again. Could it be that this guy couldn't find any fault? He was asking about trivial matters?

Lu Changqing picked at his nails and said nonchalantly, "You should ask your good disciple Lin Miaoyue about this."

"What does this have to do with Miao Yue? As far as I know, you were the first to take action in the secret realm."

"Then, Master Yun, do you know how your good disciple bullied the people of Qingyang Sect during the sword-wiping competition before entering the secret realm? He could have stopped at that point, but he chose to hit the faces of the disciples of Qingyang Sect and beat them into pig heads in front of everyone. Is it fun to bully people like this?"

Lin Miaoyue half-knelt on the ground, hugging the unconscious Ning Ran, her face flushed red. She did that at that time just to slap Shen Quanzhen in the face to vent her anger on her senior brothers. After all, those disciples were her bootlickers. Besides, she only slapped them in the face, but did not go as far as this time traveler, seriously injuring her senior brothers one by one.

Yun Huan felt sorry for his disciple, so he naturally tried to make up for Lin Miaoyue, "There is no rule in the competition that prohibits damaging someone's face."

Lu Changqing blew away the non-existent dust on his nails. "The rules of the secret realm don't even have a rule that prohibits killing people to steal treasures."

Yun Huan sneered, "Your Excellency, do you mean to say that you don't want to apologize to my disciples?"

Lu Changqing looked surprised and said, "Why not?"

As he spoke, he squeezed his legs together, twisted his body, tilted his head, pinched his throat and said in a very artificial way: "The two and a half senior brothers are really private Marseilles, Wadashiwa is very bad, your adults should be generous and don't bother with me."

Everyone:...

This tone, this attitude, really deserves a beating!

Lin Miaoyue was really confused about what this time-traveling girl in front of her was trying to do. She was so weird, was she not afraid of death at all? She had just entered the God Transformation Stage, but her master had been in the God Transformation Stage for more than a hundred years. Was she really not afraid of her master's attack at all?