Bring a scumbag girl to bully me, and you are afraid of using modern weapons.

"Junior sister, choose our Taixu Sect. My master is the grand elder. That old man is a very good person. You can choose him." Liang Yang introduced his master to her because the sect leader never accepted disciples.

Xie Jinglan looked at Zou Ting, who had been silent for a long time, and said, "Master, I want to be your disciple. Are you willing to accept me as your disciple?"

"Okay." Zou Ting nodded calmly, "I will make an exception and accept you as my only disciple."

Hearing their words, people from other sects were somewhat disappointed.

Such a good seedling actually ended up in the Taixu Sect.

Xie Jinglan walked over, lifted her robe, knelt down in front of Zou Ting, and solemnly performed the ceremony of paying respect to her master. "Master, please accept my disciple's greetings."

"Get up!" Zou Ting stood up and helped her up. He stretched out his right palm, and a smooth stone appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Master, I don't have anything to give you. This sound transmission stone can receive messages from multiple people at the same time, and can also send messages to anyone. I'll give it to you as a gift!"

Hearing this, Xie Jinglan was pleasantly surprised, "That's great! Thank you, Master!"

The sound transmission stone that Master Zhongli Xiao gave to her and Beitang Yuan could only transmit messages to the same person. She was thinking that if there was a sound transmission stone that could be like a mobile phone, she could send messages or call anyone she wanted, but she didn't expect that it really existed.

"That's great! Junior sister." Liang Yang and some disciples of Taixu Sect gathered around her, calling her "Junior sister, junior sister" one by one.

Xie Jinglan looked at them. There were about ten of them, all young men and women between their teens and twenties, wearing the sect's uniform. They all smiled kindly at her.

"Hello, senior brothers and sisters!"

Liang Yang took out a storage bag from his arms and placed it in Xie Jinglan's hand. "This is my gift, please don't despise it."

"And mine."

Storage bags were placed in her palms one by one.

"Thank you, senior brothers and sisters." Xie Jinglan looked at these storage bags and was very grateful.

Zhongli Yao came over and said, "Thank you, girl. Although you have accepted the Taixu Sect Master as your master, you are still a disciple of my Zhongli family."

"Of course, Zhongli Xiao will always be my master and the mentor of my life." Xie Jinglan said lightly.

"Hahaha..." Zhong Liyao raised his head and laughed a few times, "Yes, you are a sensible child. Thank you, girl. The Zhongli family will always support you. Anyone who dares to bully you will be an enemy of our Zhongli family."

"Thank you very much." Xie Jinglan thanked him. Regardless of whether Zhong Liyao's words were sincere or he had some ulterior motive, at least he was not her enemy now.

She looked at the people in the stands, the Nangong family, the giant of East Continent, and the Baili family, the giant of North Continent, without saying a word. But the look in their eyes when they saw the Hunyuan Divine Sword just now was full of fanaticism and greed that could not be concealed.

"Hahaha..." Suddenly a sinister laugh rang out, as if it came from the Netherworld, so weird and creepy that it made people's hair stand on end.

When Xie Jinglan heard the voice, she turned around and saw that Han Jiajun, whom she had killed, had resurrected! The head she had chopped off was back on his neck.

Han Jiajun slowly got up from the ground, with a strange look in his eyes. His once handsome face turned as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, like a mask with the vitality drained away.

What is even more horrifying is that there is a hideous scar on his neck. The scar is like a dark red centipede crawling on his neck, which looks shocking.

"what……"

The crowd let out a cry of horror.

Xie Jinglan glanced over and found that he exuded a strange aura, and his every move was a little stiff, as if it was not under his control.

[Little girl, be careful. There's something strange about Han Jiajun. He might be controlled by something, and his body has become its vessel.]

"So, can you tell what this thing is?" Xie Jinglan asked.

When Han Jiajun was competing with the disciples of the Zhongli family, it was already apparent that there was something strange about him.

But when she killed Han Jiajun, she didn't notice anything unusual? She thought she had made a mistake.

[I haven't figured it out yet, but since he treated Han Jiajun as a puppet, why didn't he stop you when you killed him?] Bai Cang couldn't understand this either.

"Jun'er, you're alive!" Han Pingqi was so surprised that he wanted to hug his son.

"Get out of here!" Han Jiajun pushed Han Pingqi away in disgust, as if he didn't recognize him, and looked straight at Xie Jinglan with a lifeless look.

"Bitch, take out your Hunyuan Divine Sword!"

"Don't even think about it!" The disciples of Taixu Sect drew their swords and stood in front of Xie Jinglan.

"You are looking for death!" "Han Jiajun" shook his neck which felt a little uncomfortable, and blood was still flowing out of the scar.

"Everyone be careful! There's something strange about him." Xie Jinglan warned.

Others also noticed that there was something strange about "Han Jiajun", and they immediately surrounded the Han father and son.

"He had his head chopped off and came back to life. He might be possessed by something!"

"He must be controlled by some demon. We can't leave him here, or there will be endless trouble!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Han Pingqi stood in front of his son, pointing his finger at Xie Jinglan with an angry look on his face, "You little bitch, you killed my son once, do you want to kill him a second time?

Let me tell you, it was the head of this family who used a secret technique to resurrect Jun'er, so don't even think about touching him."

"Han Pingqi, you are talking nonsense. You didn't even get close to his body just now. How did you use the secret technique?" Liang Yang asked him angrily.

"Get out of here, old man." "Han Jiajun" pushed Han Pingqi away again, and two cold rays of light locked onto Xie Jinglan. "Bitch, you've ruined my body. You'd better hand over the magic sword obediently, or I'll kill you all."

After he finished speaking, a creepy and terrifying aura surged out from him.

As these auras spread, the originally bright sky instantly became dim and dark, as if it was covered by a thick layer of dark clouds, and the entire sky fell into a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

Seeing this strange sight, everyone present changed their expressions drastically.

"It's the evil spirit! Quick! Let's trap it with the formation first!" shouted the leader of the Qingjian Sect.

Except for the Han and Lei families, strong men from various sects and factions came forward and surrounded "Han Jiajun".

[Little girl, burn it with the fire of the moon.] Bai Cang said.

[I know.] Xie Jinglan replied. To deal with this kind of evil spirit, the most appropriate thing to use is the Taiyin Fire.

"That's my son, what do you want to do? Don't hurt him!" Han Pingqi roared loudly.

"Hahahaha..." "Han Jiajun" let out a cold laugh and suddenly turned into a wisp of black gas and pounced towards Xie Jinglan.

Xie Jinglan stood there without moving, allowing the black energy to rush towards her.

However, the black air penetrated her body, and at the same time, a ball of fire suddenly emerged.

"boom!"