Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

"Who dares to make trouble during the Zongmen Grand Competition?"

When Bai Ziyu heard this, he froze on the spot as if a basin of ice water had been poured on his head.

It's over!The group of them actually alarmed the Elder Caster.

Not only Bai Ziyu, but also Xie Ming's group of people, when they heard Elder Zhuji's voice, they all stood on the spot, trembling.

Elder Zhuji controls the Law Enforcement Hall, and any disciples of the Taixu Sect who make mistakes, no matter how big or small, must go to the Law Enforcement Hall to receive their punishment.

Elder Zhu Ji has always been a serious and serious character, he has never shown mercy when punishing him, and he patrols around the Taixu Gate with a cold face every day to maintain order in the gate.

As a result, all the disciples in the Taixu Sect, when they heard the voice of Elder Zhu Ji, would instinctively shiver, and all of them were frightened out of their wits.

Now the Zongmen Dabi, the Elder Zhu Ji naturally also came to maintain the order of the school grounds, and they happened to catch a group of them.

When Bai Ziyu thought of the harshness of Elder Zhuji, he felt miserable immediately, but he didn't want to leave Qiu Chen alone to face him, so he turned around and stood in front of Qiu Chen, trying to cover him with his small body. live.

"Uncle Casting, Master Casting Machine."

He didn't dare to look up, and bowed his head in salute.

Elder Zhuji's appearance is unexpectedly young, he looks only 25 or [-] years old, and looks like a serious and serious young man.

At this moment, when he saw Bai Ziyu, he couldn't help frowning, his whole face became more serious, and he asked, "What's going on?"

He remembered that Bai Ziyu was a young disciple of the senior brother in charge, and he was usually quite obedient. He had never made any serious mistakes, and he never took the initiative to cause trouble. Why is he so ignorant today, but why he was in public during the sect competition? Got into trouble?

As soon as he finished speaking, someone from Xie Ming's side raised his head and said in a low voice: "Elder, Senior Brother Bai's leader seriously injured Senior Brother Xie Ming."

Xie Ming, who clutched his belly and curled up on the ground, twitched, groaned twice just right, with a look of extreme pain and blood all over his body, which looked quite scary.

"Severely injured?"

Casting Machine approached Xie Ming, bent down to briefly check the injury, and said lightly: "A little skin injury is worth scaring you like this?"

"what?"

Xie Ming, who almost thought that he would not be able to survive after being cut in half, was taken aback for a moment, raised his head, and looked at the casting machine with a face covered with tears and snot.

Casting Machine was almost disgusted by the snot on his face. He frowned and turned away from looking at him. He said coldly, "It's just a skin wound on the waist and abdomen, not even the internal organs."

"With a monk's physique, you can recover after a day or two of cultivation after applying the medicine, but if you continue to roll on the ground like this, you can only die after the blood dries up."

As soon as Xie Ming heard that he was not in danger of his life, he immediately regained his spirits. He staggered up from the ground and pointed at Qiu Chenzhi: "Uncle Zhuji, this is the person who, together with Bai Ziyu, injured me."

Nonsense!

Qiu Chen slandered in his heart.

Obviously I did it alone.

But I didn't expect that kid Bai Ziyu would actually jump out to grab the head, gritted his teeth and came to the casting machine, pleading guilty: "Master, this is what my disciple did, and has nothing to do with anyone else."

Casting Machine looked at him and sneered: "It's up to you?"

"You have built a foundation at the age of seventeen, and your talent is really good, but Xie Ming is over a hundred years old, and now he is only half a step away from the Golden Core Realm. How did you hurt him?"

Bai Ziyu's face froze, he clenched his palms tightly and was speechless.

Qiu Chenzhi stepped forward slowly, stretched out his arms to stop the young man behind him, and said indifferently: "It wasn't him, it was me."

Hearing his confession, Bai Ziyu suddenly raised his head, grabbed Qiu Chenzhi's arm nervously, and anxiously argued: "This fellow Taoist just wanted to protect me, so just now..."

Qiu Chenzhi interrupted him: "It has nothing to do with you."

I really just feel that the fat man deserves a beating.

"Fellow Daoist, I..."

Bai Ziyu wanted to say something else, but Qiu Chenzhi suddenly looked back at him, and asked coldly, "Do you know who I am?"

The boy was taken aback, and murmured: "No, I don't know..."

He continued to ask: "Do you know my real identity?"

Bai Ziyu lowered his head, shaking his head sadly.

"You don't know my name or my identity. How can there be such a friend in this world?" He said coldly, "From the beginning to the end, you and I are just people who have nothing to do with each other."

This sentence was like a thunderbolt, which made the young man dizzy, tongue-tied but unable to speak.

Bai Ziyu's expression at this time was really a bit like an abandoned puppy.

But Casting Machine ignored the argument between the two of them, just staring at Qiu Chenzhi with a pair of deep eyes, his brows were almost frowning into a knot: "Which elder's disciple are you?"

He really couldn't see through the cultivation of the person in front of him, and even the clothes on this person were different from the ordinary disciples in the Taixu Sect.

Is this man...

Qiu Chenzhi blinked, and answered his doubts: "I am not a Taixu disciple."

Suddenly, the whole body was silent.

A moment later, Elder Caster drew his sword out of its sheath in an instant, and the sword Qi screamed, pointing directly at him.

"Who is your Excellency, and why did you come to my Taixu Sect?"

An outsider of unknown origin, but so powerful that he can't see through his cultivation, somehow appeared at the critical moment of the Zongmen Grand Competition, and wounded the disciples of the sect with his strike.

No matter how you look at it, this person doesn't look like he came here with good intentions.

Zhu Ji stared closely at the frosty and snowy young man in front of him, not daring to be careless.

Xie Ming saw his uncle's behavior like this, and also saw that Qiu Chenzhi was an outsider, he was very proud for a while, thinking that his uncle was supporting him, he cheered up again, covered his stomach and shouted: "Yes! Where did you come from?" How dare you infiltrate my Taixu sect."

"Uncle Master, don't let this person go! Also, Bai Ziyu lured the devil here, this guy must be the inner response of the evil way, uncle must take it down together..."

"Shut up, idiot!"

Elder Zhuji was disturbed by his quarrel, and suddenly turned his head and shouted sharply.

The moment he turned his head, he suddenly had a heart attack, and an alarm bell rang in his mind.

Before he could turn his head back, a frightening sword light had already swept across the end of his eyes, approaching him so fast that he couldn't dodge in time.

Finished!

Casting Machine couldn't help feeling cold.

He was only distracted by the idiot behind him for a moment, but the person in front of him caught his attention and was about to take his life.

I never imagined that one day, I would be dragged down to such an extent by a fool.

Casting machine felt very sad, facing the sword light that he couldn't dodge, he closed his eyes and waited to die.

The cold light brushed his cheeks, passing by in an instant, and the scream of that idiot Xie Ming suddenly sounded in his ears.

Unexpectedly, Casting Machine, who had escaped a catastrophe, opened his eyes, turned his head in shock, and only saw a clear long sword piercing Xie Ming's body from his chest, nailing him to the ground.

Xie Ming's mouth and nose continued to ooze blood, but the piercing sword energy swarmed in and crushed his veins, making his screaming more and more fierce, but none of the surrounding disciples dared to step forward and pull out the sword. handle sword.

This time it was not as simple as a skin injury.

Zhu Ji, who was lucky enough to save his life, did not dare to be careless. Xie Ming, who had no scruples in screaming, just turned his head again and looked at Qiu Chenzhi with full vigilance.

Qiu Chenzhi walked forward slowly, but without looking at the casting machine, he just tapped his sword finger and summoned the long sword back.

His expression was so serious, as if there was nothing else in the world that could catch his eyes.

The long sword obeyed his call, pulled out from Xie Ming's chest inch by inch, and threw it into Qiu Chenzhi's hand like a ray of light.

As the long sword left, Xie Ming's screams reached their peak in an instant. After one sound, his whole body collapsed on the ground, twitching like a puddle of mud, his whole body turned into a bloody man.

Qiu Chenzhi, who took back his life-saving celestial weapon, was relieved.

I just imitated the appearance of other monks and tried to summon my own weapon for the first time. I didn't expect that this long sword was really powerful. I came over with a wave of my hand, which made him a one-time success without embarrassing in front of everyone.

But now...

He turned around and looked at everyone present.

The distraught little golden retriever who was struck by his words, the Taixu sect elder who was facing a formidable enemy, the terrified disciples, and the cannon fodder Xie Ming...

Good, he made enough noise.

The head of the sect, Tian Qingzi, should be here soon!

The reason why he was so uncharacteristic this time and made such an arrogant attack to hurt someone was because he wanted to confirm a conjecture of his own.

This conjecture just popped out of his mind suddenly.

And the answer to the question needs to be revealed by Tian Qingzi.

He stood where he was, waiting quietly.

Until a figure in the distance came late, a white-haired old man roared like thunder: "Where is the devil, he seriously injured my personal disciple?"

Qiu Chenzhi frowned suddenly.

No, the person who came was not Tian Qingzi.

Elder Caster in front of him raised his head in surprise, and shouted, "Brother Nanhua?"

Before he could finish his words, the white-haired old man had already sacrificed his magic weapon, and struck with all his strength, with the supreme coercion and the power of wind and thunder, he slashed at Qiu Chenzhi beside the school field.

The Mahayana monks are already the top combat power in the realm of comprehension, and the power of the Nanhua Elder Mahayana Peak's full-strength attack is even more unimaginable.

Even Bai Ziyu, who had been in despair all this time, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw this scene suddenly, his eyes were full of despair, and he lost his voice: "No..."

Before his words fell to the ground, the dazzling white light fell straight down, concentrating on the handsome young man in white clothes, completely drowning him.

The last scene he saw was the young man with a dazed expression on his face, gently raising his long sword in front of him.

The only thing that filled his mind immediately after that was flames.

The black flame suddenly rose from the ground, quiet and cold, swept across the sky in an instant, and silently engulfed the entire Taixu school grounds.

No one can escape...

When the Taixu Sect was holding the sect grand competition, no one would have imagined that an unknown fire would suddenly appear and sweep through the audience. At that time, all the disciples and elders in the arena were spared.

It caused the worst impact in the history of the door.

There are thousands of monks under Taixu's sect, and all the clothes and accessories on their bodies were burned to ashes in a short time.

Everyone didn't even have time to react, they saw the overwhelming black flames swallowing themselves instantly, and then the whole body cooled down, the breeze blew, and the ashes scattered all over the sky, leaving only a group of monks with bare buttocks still huddling together In one place, each other was horrified and inexplicably "frankly facing each other", and each was trembling with shock.

what's the situation?

The icy black flame is also strange, it only burns dead things and does not devour living things.

Those monks who were swept by the flames, although all of them were naked, but fortunately, they did not harm their body cultivation, but the hairs all over their bodies were also annihilated together with the clothes on their bodies...

...It really burned a group of Taoist priests of Taixu Sect into monks of Daneng Temple!

Finally, Tian Qingzi, the sect leader who came belatedly, saw the scene in the venue, his vision went dark, and he almost fell from the clouds.

The faces of their Taixumen——

When he looked at the culprit, he saw that among a group of naked buttocked disciples who were hiding and fleeing, only one stood with a sword in his hand, with an indifferent expression and a white robe.

On the side, a bloody fat man fell to the ground, twitching slightly like mud, obviously dying, already exhaling more air than inhaling.

Elder Caster half-kneeled in front of the man in white, covering his chest with one hand, and panting heavily while leaning on the sword in the other. Naturally, the clothes on his body had already been burned away, but perhaps it was because of his profound skills as an elder that he was there. Hei Yan kept his hair.

What surprised Tian Qingzi the most was that his junior brother Nan Hua, who had always been domineering, was also there, and he seemed to have been injured by someone, with blood oozing from his mouth and nose, clutching his chest and coughing continuously. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared angrily at the man in white.

Tian Qingzi looked Elder Nanhua up and down again.

Hmm~~ Obviously, his junior brother has a good cultivation, not only protected his hair, but even half of his clothes were burned, leaving half of the suit on his body that was precarious.

At this time, the only man in white with a calm posture in the field raised his head and glanced at him lightly.

After being glanced at by those calm eyes, Tian Qingzi's heart suddenly trembled, and he hurriedly gave up thinking about the little Jiujiu in his heart, descended from the clouds, and landed in front of Qiu Chen, frowning deeply.

He asked: "Friend Qiu, why are you so angry?"

Come on!He'd better appease the little ancestor's emotions first.

……

In the vast darkness, two cold stars suddenly lit up.

The man who woke up suddenly, closed his shiny black eyes again, stood up, his black robe swaying slightly.

After a while, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a mocking smile.

"In the mortal world."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Author: "Congratulations on finally showing your face, are you surprised? Can you drive Sen^_^?"

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