The days of raising apprentices in Xianmen [Rebirth]

Wen Yuzhi saw that Mr. Chu Qing seemed to have doubts, so he said: "Master, don't worry, let's go out now."

Mr. Chu Qing nodded. Since it is not known whether the meridian is in doubt, he can only leave first, and staying in this stone room will not help.

It was originally to prevent the demonic energy in Wen Yuzhi's meridians from bursting out, but it seems that there may not be an accident at the moment.

Chu Qingjun got up and said: "If you encounter any problems during the cultivation, you must tell me."

"Yes, Master."

Walking out of the stone room, everyone in the pavilion was standing at the door peeping in, obviously curious about Mr. Chu Qing.

However, after seeing Mr. Chu Qing coming out, they ran back in a panic, apparently quite frightened.

Chu Qingjun's footsteps froze, "Your teacher looks terrifying?"

"How could it be!" Wen Yuzhi was concentrating on concentrating his spiritual power, but he immediately retorted, "Master is like an immortal, how can ordinary cultivators compare to it, why did Master say that?"

Chu Qingjun shook his head. He insisted that he was not as exaggerated as Wen Yuzhi said, but he would not attract their attention with his blue face and fangs.

It just feels weird.

"Master, you don't need to worry too much. They may be seeing Master for the first time, and they are curious. If Master is not used to it, then we will leave first." Wen Yuzhi understood their feelings very well. Lowly cultivators may not have the chance to meet the Immortal Venerable after practicing for a long time, so they are naturally very excited to meet now.

If you hear it and stop yourself, you may feel throbbing in your heart. This is the desire to belong to the strong.

Rather than simple appearance.

Chu Qingjun was silent, his footsteps were a little hurried, the pavilion master hurried up to greet him, seeing Master Ting Bai's face was sullen, he thought it was because he was unhappy, but after thinking about it, Master Ting Bai seemed to look like this all year round , the pavilion master secretly thought that he was thinking too much, and said with a bright smile: "The immortal has never found a place to live here? Why don't you let me arrange it?"

The Pavilion Master did not rashly keep Mr. Chu Qing, but was only asking for his opinion, also out of many considerations.

Chu Qingjun said: "No need."

"But Xianzun!" Seeing that Mr. Chu Qing was about to leave, the pavilion master said quickly: "At this time, the juggling troupe is coming to town, and there may be no place to stay in the ordinary inn. I'm afraid it may not be possible for Xianzun to go here. Find a place to live."

Chu Qingjun frowned, "A juggler?"

"Yes." The pavilion master nodded and repeated, "The juggling troupe just arrived yesterday, and they are very popular with the people in the capital. They act."

Mr. Chu Qing hasn't been out of Fuqiao Prefecture Valley for a long time, but he doesn't know much about the juggling troupe. Although Wen Yuzhi was raised by Mr. Chu Qing's side since he was a child, he also experienced a lot in the village when he was a child. Simply know.

Wen Yuzhi stepped forward and said: "Master, if it is true what the pavilion master said, we may not be able to find a place to rest when we go out, so we might as well stay in this pavilion."

"If Master doesn't like this place, it won't be too late for us to leave after we find the inn." Having said that, Wen Yuzhi felt that the pavilion master didn't lie, let alone lying in front of Mr. Chu Qing, after the lie was exposed , How serious the consequences will be, he doesn't have the guts to lie.

Coupled with Xiao Er's attitude before, I can guess roughly.

Presumably there are many people staying overnight, so the attitude is so defiant.

If it wasn't the case, where's Xiao Er was not nodding and flattering.

There is no reason to go out and drive away customers.

But it turned out that the inn was full early.

Mr. Chu Qing didn't understand the tricks, but since Yu Zhi spoke, he would save himself from running around.

"it is good."

Wen Yuzhi clasped his hands and said, "Please Pavilion Master lead the way."

The pavilion master smiled and said: "Little friend, you are welcome, please come to Xianzun."

Wen Yuzhi pursed his lips slightly, and he offered to help, and the pavilion master seemed much more cordial when he spoke.

"Zhaohua, are you still not following?"

Wen Yuzhi chuckled, and said hastily, "Master is here."

The pavilion master took them all the way upstairs, and he didn't forget to introduce the juggling troupe. It was originally just a small troupe, but somehow got the emperor's favor. After performing for the nobles in the palace, they were even rewarded. The head of the juggling troupe was a person who was not content with the status quo. Even though he had changed from a commoner to a high-ranking official, he still resigned from his idle job and took the juggling troupe to travel around.

Their juggling is different from the general juggling troupe, but the pavilion master has never seen it before, and it is all analyzed by listening to the rumors from the outside world. Needless to say, it just leads to the door, and the pavilion master opens the door to stay. If he said: "If the Immortal Venerable is interested, you can also go down and have a look."

Chu Qingjun nodded and walked in by himself.

The pavilion master was stunned for a moment, with a dazed look on his face, "This...the Immortal Venerable thinks I'm annoying?" He originally intended for the convenience of the Immortal Venerable's character, but he never intended to make the Immortal Venerable resent him.

Wen Yuzhi said: "No, Master is just not good at communicating with people, the Pavilion Master should not take it to heart."

"How dare, how dare." The pavilion master just said casually, if Mr. Chu Qing was really bored with him, he would not dare to say anything, but he didn't know what to do when he responded with such a serious response.

The pavilion master smiled and said: "Then I'll go first, the little friend and the immortal have a good rest, and you can order anything at any time."

"Pavilion master, please go ahead." Wen Yuzhi walked in and closed the door behind him.

There is another universe in the house, with a wall in the middle erected in the middle, forcibly separating two rooms.

When Wen Yuzhi entered, Mr. Chu Qing was leaning against the bed, seeing this, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Master, are you tired?"

Mr. Chu Qing shook his head. He heard that Yu Zhi absorbed a lot of spiritual power when sending it before. He didn't take precautions. Although he stopped in time, the spiritual power also dissipated a lot.

Chu Qingjun said: "If you are tired, go and rest."

"Master is not tired. How can I, as a disciple, be tired?" Wen Yuzhi sat up and asked, "Let me help Master change."

"No need."

"Can……"

The voice stopped abruptly, the noisy voice outside the window became louder and louder, and the noise of gongs and drums made people feel uneasy.

Wen Yuzhi frowned, walked to the window and took a look, only to see that there were many people surrounded by the street in the distance, one after another embracing them, and what attracted them was the juggling troupe that the pavilion master just mentioned .

Mr. Chu Qing was also a little annoyed, so he laid down the barrier casually, thinking that Wen Yuzhi was tired from not mentioning the three sentences just now, and he must have been tired too, but he dared not rest when he saw that he did not mention it, Mr. Chu Qing said: "You first Go and rest."

"I'm not tired." Wen Yuzhi said, "Master, let me go down and have a look."

"The juggling troupe?" Chu Qingjun sat up with a flick of his sleeves, "Are you interested in it?"

Wen Yuzhi shook his head, but said, "I think that juggling troupe is weird."

Although he can't say what's weird, maybe it's his intuition, which is very strange to him.

Mr. Chu Qing believed that what he heard was enough, but...

He got up and walked to the window, looking down at the street not far away, he could still vaguely hear the sound of gongs and drums.

Wait a minute.

Chu Qingjun frowned suddenly. Under his barrier, there was a sound that could penetrate.

"I'll go and have a look." After finishing speaking, Mr. Chu Qing turned around and wanted to leave.

Wen Yuzhi hurriedly said, "I want to go too!"

Chu Qingjun asked: "Aren't you going to rest?"

Wen Yuzhi: "..."

What he said was to let the master rest, when did he want to rest by himself.

Even so, he never dared to say this, "I want to go with Master to see what's going on."

"Then let's go together." Seeing that Wen Yuzhi made up his mind to follow, Mr. Chu Qing did not refuse.

It's just that I have to leave as soon as I come in. If the pavilion master sees it, he will guess whether he has not served well. Mr. Chu Qing simply put a talisman to hide his body on the two of them, and then left.

Wen Yuzhi endured all the way to the outside before asking: "Master, do you think there is something wrong with that juggling troupe?"

Chu Qingjun said: "The voice is different."

Wen Yuzhi nodded thoughtfully.

The two of them walked to that street, but they couldn't walk in without saying anything at the door. There was no other reason. It was because there were too many people inside, and there was no place to stay in the crowd, and the people on the edge were pushing and shoving. I want to go inside.

But helpless, can't get in at all.

This caused the people on the outermost layer to push and shove, but couldn't move forward, and finally moved left and right and beat each other angrily.

When others saw it, they just dodged or dodged and didn't get involved, but when they saw someone fighting, what they did was not to dodge, but to jump into the crowd one by one, waving their hands and beating each other wantonly.

In the end, in the messy place, they didn't even know who they were hitting, they just remembered that they waved their fists, not giving others a chance to hurt themselves.

Seeing this situation, Mr. Chu Qing frowned slightly. At this moment, the sound of the musical instruments played inside became louder, and the fighting strength among them became stronger and stronger, until blood was seen.

"Ah! Killed! Help!"

One of them was covering his head, trying to stop the bubbling wound.

But the next moment, he was pressed to the ground by the crazy townspeople, punching and kicking.

Chu Qingjun said: "Zhaohua."

"Yes, Master."

Wen Yuzhi rushed straight into the crowd, easily avoided the random fists of the townspeople, and pulled the fallen townspeople out.

But the other townspeople tenaciously chased after it as if they were chasing the bloody smell.

Wen Yuzhi didn't take it seriously at first, but no matter how he walked later, those townspeople followed closely like tails, and they went forward to catch the townspeople who were taken away by him.

Wen Yuzhi was so annoying, he kicked one away, and the next one followed immediately.

This……

Lord Chu Qing repelled the crowd in front of him with his spiritual power, and the townspeople immediately fell to the ground and howled.

"Hey my stomach, my stomach!"

"Ah! Why does my head hurt so much?"

"That dog dares to beat me?! Don't you want to live?!"

……

The townspeople stood up clutching their wounds, the sound of the music behind them suddenly stopped following Chu Qingjun's blow just now, and the townspeople who lost their minds looked at each other in blank dismay.

"What's going on? Wang Er, you dare to hit me!"

"Brother Li, this is your fault. You obviously did it first, so how can you blame me?"

"Aunt Zhao? Why are you here?"

"Hey, the old woman has twisted her waist, hurry up and send the old woman to the hospital!"

"Okay, okay, Auntie, walk by your side."

"No...what am I here for? How do I remember...?" Wang Er was still wondering when he was helping Aunt Zhao to leave, not knowing what he was here for.

Wen Yuzhi and Chu Qingjun still have talismans on their bodies, and ordinary people can't see where they are.

Wen Yuzhi saw that they were as harmonious as the end of an absurd farce, and couldn't help saying: "Master, something is wrong with the townspeople here."

Chu Qingjun raised his head slightly and said: "The music of the juggling troupe is different."

Anything that can pass through the barrier is always unusual.

Even if he did not inject spiritual power, the barrier he dropped would naturally not be penetrated by ordinary instruments.

The other party's cultivation base is still low, so it can't cause any harm to Chu Qingjun, but Wen Yuzhi, who is also low in cultivation base, may not be so.

Chu Qingjun asked: "Do you feel a headache?"

Wen Yuzhi shook his head in a daze.

He didn't feel anything unusual.

Chu Qingjun said: "Go in and have a look."

"Then what should he do?" Wen Yuzhi asked the townsman with his head covered in blood.

He passed out when he pulled the person over, and he still hasn't woken up.

They just left, and this person had nowhere to rest.

Chu Qingjun has always been a loner, so naturally he would not be entangled by such a trivial matter, and said directly: "You send him to the medical clinic, and I will go to the front to have a look."

"Okay... huh?" Wen Yuzhi subconsciously responded to Master's words, and realized that his reaction was wrong, but in just one night, Mr. Chu Qing had gone far, "Master!" Wen Yuzhi He yelled from a distance, separated by the townspeople who were walking back in all directions. I don't know if his voice reached Mr. Chu Qing's ears. Anyway, the master didn't give him the slightest response.

Wen Yuzhi sighed, he could only drag this person to the clinic first, and then go to the master.

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Mr. Chu Qing marched retrograde among the crowd. Many townspeople had blank expressions on their faces. They scratched their heads and didn't know what they were doing just now. The influence of that instrument can be said to be very profound.

Slowly approaching, the temporary platform inside has been withdrawn, and there are scattered people on it who are packing up the rest of the things.

Chu Qingjun removed the cover, stepped forward and asked, "Is the performance over?"

The woman who was sitting on the edge of the table watching them was startled, looked up at him, looked up and down unkindly, "You were the one who did it just now?"

Mr. Chu Qing didn't answer, but instead asked: "Using sound to control people, what do you want to do?"

"None of your business!" The woman snorted coldly, shook her sleeves and said, "I advise you, don't learn some cultivation skills and just hang around in front of me. If I see you again, I will kill you!"

They had to prepare a lot for a juggling show, but now it's just started, and when they meet such a person, the woman is very angry.

"Jiao'er, don't talk nonsense with him, pack up your things and go." Seeing this, the man at the side came over to pull her away.

Jiao'er followed his strength and rubbed against the side, glaring at Chu Qingjun dissatisfied, "He's pretty, I want his!"

The man paused, looked at Mr. Chu Qing with a bit of embarrassment, and scolded in a low voice: "Jiaoer, don't be rude."

Jiaoer was not happy at first, but she was even angrier after being scolded by the man, "What do you mean by Chaoan?" Angrily, she shook off his hand and said, "You don't listen to me? How dare you not listen to me now? Already!"

"I don't have Jiaoer." Chao Anhe was very helpless, he didn't know how to deal with such a coquettish master, and he was deeply afraid of Mr. Chu Qing, so he couldn't show anything in front of him.

Chao Anhe sighed, "Go back first, I... we'll talk later." While speaking, he couldn't help but look carefully at Mr. Chu Qing.

The dodging eyes are very guilty.

Chu Qingjun raised his hand slightly, and the spiritual power instantly covered the surroundings, and the rising spiritual power barrier made them nowhere to hide.

And within this, there are only Chaoanhe and Jiao'er.

Jiao'er was taken aback when she saw this, and then smiled. Looking at the gradually changing scene around her, she thought that she might be moving, so she slapped her hands and asked excitedly: "What kind of trick are you doing? I like it! I want you more !"

"Jiaoer, shut up!" Chao Anhe wanted to reach out and cover Jiaoer's mouth, sweating profusely, and she was still making sarcastic remarks there!

"What do Chaoan and you mean?" Jiaoer quit after being scolded so much, "What's wrong with me? Why do you want me to shut up! Did I say something bad? Why are you like this! You are now You dare to call me, don’t you know who is the boss? Be careful, I will go back and let my father—”

Chao Anhe couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Shut up!"

Jiao'er seemed not to be treated like this by Chao Anhe, her face suddenly changed, "You, you dare to yell at me?"

Chao Anhe's complexion was not very good, but he didn't continue to teach her, but asked calmly, "Do you know who that is?"

Jiao'er snorted coldly. Although she was delicate, she was not a fool. Knowing that the two of them were taken away by the man opposite, she must rely on Chao Anhe. Shameless, everything will be discussed after I go back.

Jiaoer said: "I don't care who he is, I want him!"

"Shut up!" Chao Anhe took a deep breath, "That's Tingbai Immortal, the Tingbai Immortal of Zhengning Immortal Gate!" When he said this, Chao Anhe's teeth were shaking, he didn't know Was it too nervous or too frightened to speak fully.

In any case, he was genuinely terrified.

What did they do, and why were they targeted by Immortal Ting Bai?Why did Immortal Ting Bai come here, was he targeting them, or did he come to arrest them because he happened to meet them?

Hesitating about various conjectures, Chao Anhe tried to calm down and wondered if something really happened, no matter what happened to Jiaoer, would it be possible for him to escape from Chu Qingjun's hands.

Even if it is a broken limb, as long as he can leave alive.

Jiao'er was still in a daze, "Ting Bai? What is that? What a strange name, and Immortal Venerable, is he as powerful as my father?"

Chao Anhe's face turned blue, and he thought to himself, you don't know, but you should shut up, muttering, isn't this just waiting for someone to catch you? !

When he said he was angry, Chao Anhe simply pretended that he couldn't hear him and ignored it.

Chu Qingjun saw that these two people didn't seem to be acting, I'm afraid that Chao Anhe had already been dissatisfied with this Jiaoer.

Chu Qingjun coughed lightly, seeing Chaoan and looking at him in fear, he said indifferently: "What are you playing music on?"

"Yes……"

"It's the Bell of the Hundred Ghosts." Chao Anhe still wanted to cover it up, but Jiao'er blurted out, "There are hundreds of musical instruments in a bell, how about it, haven't you seen it before?"

Jiaoer said braggingly: "That is a family heirloom in my family. If you have the bell, you will be able to do a lot of difficult juggling!"

Mr. Chu Qing needn't say much, Jiao'er has pretty much said it herself, but he doesn't think this foolish woman would lie, "Is this what your juggling team relies on?"

"That's right! The emperor thought it was good to hear it!"

What Jiaoer said was listening, not watching.

if it is like this……

"Xianzun, we are just juggling to earn money to support our family, and we have no malicious intentions." Chao Anhe cupped his hands and said, "I hope Xianzun can let us go."

Chu Qingjun said: "Hand over the Soul Calling Bell of Hundred Ghosts."

"Hundred Ghosts Calling Soul Bell? Do you want it?" Jiaoer raised her eyebrows, "Then you have to accompany me back to see my father."

"Okay." Knowing that Jiao'er's father would not give her such things, Chu Qingjun also wanted to see who that so-called father was.

Jiao'er chuckled, and stretched out her hand to pull Chu Qingjun's hand, "Then you come back with me!"

However, as soon as she stretched out her hand, before she touched Chu Qingjun's cuff, she felt a sharp air slashing across the place where she stretched out her hand, and blood gushed from the back of her hand instantly, "Ah! What!?" Jiao'er was startled He retreated again and again to hide behind Chao Anhe.

Jiao'er asked in a panic, "What is that!"

Although Chao Anhe doesn't like her, but if something happens to Jiaoer, the class leader will trouble him when he goes back, so Chao Anhe can only open his hands to block her, "Xianzun has something to say, why bother with a little girl?" Do it."

The two of them had no cultivation at all, Chu Qingjun frowned and glanced, it wasn't that they didn't have cultivation, but they were very humble, almost as good as none.

There is no need for him to make a move.

The spiritual power gradually intensified, and a huge coercion was exerted in a small space.

Beads of sweat gradually oozed from Chao Anhe's head, and he gritted his teeth without saying a word.

Jiao'er also felt something, she looked at Chao Anhe in a panic, but when she was about to speak, she found that Chao Anhe's hands were tightly clenched, as if she was very nervous.

Maybe it was because she didn't know what she said, her chest was tight and she couldn't breathe, she opened her mouth in vain, "You, what are you doing?"

Chu Qingjun threw the rope with his hands, and the rope bound the two of them together. At the same time, he brushed Jiaoer's arm casually, and the breath of blood gradually dissipated, following the guidance of spiritual power.

After doing all this, Mr. Chu Qing closed the barrier and said calmly: "Wait for your father to come and find you."

Jiao'er let out a sharp breath. She was oppressed just now and couldn't even speak. After the coercion disappeared, she felt uncomfortable all over her body and shivered in pain.

Chu Qingjun was relieved to see that he was finally being honest. He has a bad temper, and he might not wait until that Jiaoer's father comes over...

At that time, it will delay things.

Those who play with souls are very sensitive to blood, and the head of the juggling troupe is no exception.

If he speculates, the class leader can rush over within an hour.

Jiao'er waited for a long time, and when she saw that Mr. Chu Qing ignored her, she whispered, "Why did you do this?"

She obviously didn't say anything, why did she have to go through this.

How innocent she is!

"Xianzun, are you from Zhengning Xianmen?" Jiao'er sniffed, "I didn't offend you, why are you doing this to me?"

Chao Anhe had already closed his eyes and pretended to faint. If he heard what Jiao Er said again, he would really faint.

She still has the face to ask, she's so stupid, if it wasn't for the leader's protection, she wouldn't be able to get out of a town outside!

Wuwu scumbag said that he wanted him in front of the Immortal Venerable, so he was really not afraid of the Immortal Venerable's investigation, right?Those who didn't know thought you had a grudge against your father!

Chao'an and this were suffocating, not to mention how uncomfortable they were.

However, Jiao'er said it wasn't enough, she had to pull Chao Anhe together, "Chao Anhe, Chao Anhe, don't sleep with you, talk."

Mr. Chu Qing saw that one of the two wanted to talk, and the other pretended to be asleep. The one who wanted to talk seemed to think that the one who pretended to be asleep was really asleep.

Obviously so disgusted, but still want to be together.

This made Mr. Chu Qing wonder, what kind of ability does that class leader have to win people's hearts so well.

After a while, Mr. Chu Qing felt some movement not far away, looked up, and saw someone staggering through the woods and walking over unsteadily.

Jiao Er has been staring at Mr. Chu Qing, now following his line of sight, she shouted excitedly: "Father!"

At the same time, they kept struggling, trembling with the rope, Chaoan and the one dragged by her couldn't sit still, and they didn't care about being angry, they just pretended to be asleep.

The class leader ran over panting, and glared at the tied-up daughter, "What's going on?"

When Jiaoer saw the class leader coming, she immediately returned to her previous arrogant and unreasonable appearance, "Father, kill him! I want him! I want him!"

The class leader was wearing a burlap coat, and he didn't even have a single extra decorative pendant. Could it be that the bell wasn't on him?

Chu Qingjun frowned slightly, but the class leader thought he was angry because of Jiaoer's words, and immediately shouted: "Shut up!"

Jiao'er opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and shouted, "Father!"

The head teacher shouted angrily: "I tell you to shut up!"

"Father, what's the matter with you? Your daughter has been wronged so much, and you don't stand up for her, and help him speak? How can you do this, Dad!"

The class leader took a step forward and stretched out his hand to hit someone, Chu Qingjun said flatly: "Enough."

"Xianzun." Chu Qingjun spoke, the class master raised his hand and said that he couldn't fall down, he rubbed his palms in embarrassment and said: "The little girl lost her mother since she was young, and I worked hard to bring him up by myself. I'm just a little arrogant, I hope the immortal will forgive me if I offend the immortal."

Chu Qingjun said: "No need."

The head teacher smiled and said: "I am the one who is waiting for the Immortal Venerable..."

Mr. Chu Qing interrupted him and said, "Call out the bell for calling back souls of all ghosts."

"What?" The head teacher's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at him awkwardly, "Isn't what Xianzun said..."

Chu Qingjun didn't give him a chance to pretend to be stupid, and said directly: "Your good daughter has already told me everything, did you take the initiative to hand it over, or should I do it myself?"

The class leader was stunned for a moment, and immediately stood up straight with a cold expression on his face, "What is the meaning of this fairy? I have to give it to the fairy if it is my family heirloom?"

"If you honestly keep it as a family heirloom, I will not interfere, but you have already used it to hurt people, and I will not sit idly by."

"Is what Ting Bai Xianzun said true or not?" The class leader didn't believe the meaning of Chu Qingjun's words at all, "You just fell in love with the function of the Soul Calling Bell and wanted to snatch it back and use it for yourself! "

After hearing this, Chao Anhe on the side wished he could pass out on the spot, the majestic Ning Xianmen sent you a broken bell? !

If you give it, things will change, but if you don't...

Chao Anhe struggled with his wrist, unable to untie it at all!

Mr. Chu Qing didn't care about being misunderstood, he just said: "Whatever you want." All he wanted was the bell for calling back souls.

The class leader raised the corners of his lips and sneered, "The Hundred Ghosts Calling Soul Bell is a family heirloom, so I naturally won't give it to you. Jiaoer is a spoiled girl. Let her suffer a little bit now. The little old man will resign now. Immortal Zunri Ann." Saying that, he cupped his hands and planned to leave.

Jiao'er panicked immediately when she saw this, her confidence came from her father's doting, but now her father doesn't care about her, what should she do?

"Daddy, Daddy, don't go away, Daddy!"

The leader turned a deaf ear to it, anyway, Jiao'er is a human being, so it is impossible for Mr. Chu Qing, as the Immortal Master of Zhengning Xianmen, to attack ordinary people.

Thinking of it this way, the class leader has more confidence in his heart.

However, Chu Qingjun didn't waste any time with him, he flew directly to him, and slowly landed in front of the class leader.

"you--"

'Shuh! '

Chu Qingjun pulled out the folding fan at his waist and waved his backhand. The class leader quickly raised his arms to block, but only a single spiritual force made him "deng, deng, deng" go straight back three steps, and vomited blood with a "poof".

Chu Qingjun did not expect the class leader to be so resistant to beatings, and he didn't want to hurt anyone, but the class leader was sticking to the summoning bell, so he could only...

Chu Qingjun raised his head slightly, closed the fan and said, "Hand it over."

"No way!" The class leader gritted his teeth and wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, "It's something from my ancestors."

Chu Qingjun said: "Yes or no, you know it in your heart."

Ban Zhang opened his mouth, seemingly unable to refute, after a long while, he said softly, "Dream."

Chu Qingjun shook his hands, and spread the fan again in front of him, and was about to do it when he saw that the sky above his head was suddenly dark.

It seems that the dark clouds are densely covered in an instant, and the sunlight cannot penetrate half a minute.

Jiaoer was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Brother, it's the brothers who are here!"

elder brother?

The head teacher smiled ferociously, and his expression changed suddenly after hearing Jiao'er's words, "Jiao'er, shut up!"

Jiao Er trembled in fright, na na said: "Yes."

"You are nourishing your soul." Chu Qingjun frowned and looked at the layers of ghosts in the sky, "No, it's a ghost."

Collect souls and drive ghosts.

"No wonder you refused to hand it in."

The Hundred Ghosts Summoning Soul Bell is driven by a formation, and the leader has obviously mastered how to use it. No one can tell how many ghosts there are.

However, just now Jiao'er called these ghosts brothers.

Since he is a brother, then...

Chu Qingjun raised his eyes and glanced at Jiao'er, she was indeed a living person.

But since he is a living person, why would he call a ghost brother?

Just thinking about it, the class leader suddenly yelled: "Surrender to death!"

At the same time, the ghost on the head '唰唰' fell down and rushed towards Chu Qingjun ferociously.

Chu Qingjun put away the folding fan, summoned Ting Bai with his backhand, pulled out the scabbard and swept the sword, all the ghosts were shattered wherever the aura went.

Once the soul is refined into a ghost, it will be immortal. Instead of being controlled by a bell endlessly, it is better to seek death, at least it is liberation.