"that……"

Qi Lu raised his hand to signal like a primary school student.

For a moment, all his eyes gathered on him. Even the third elder who was interrogating Zhang Hongfa was listening.

Everyone wanted to see what the young man with a embarrassed smile on his face was about to say. Should he be exonerated for Wan Changlin?

Thinking of the ruthlessness of treating ghosts before, everyone instantly wiped out this idea. According to the other party's character, they should not do such a thing that is full of the aura of the Holy Mother.

Qi Lu: What's wrong with my character? I have a good character!

"If you have anything to say, just say it." Tang Zheyi nodded with interest and signaled him to continue, which gave Qi Lu enough face.

Qi Lu did not disappoint, took out paper and pen from the storage bag, and said with a smirk: "Since this matter has something to do with me, can the content of the oath be discussed according to my request?"

"you!"

Don't go too far! Damn ant!

Wan Changlin's face changed instantly, but Tang Zheyi laughed out loud, mixed with the ghost's shrill screams, and the laughter actually brought a little gloomy feeling.

He just heard him slowly say, "Then write it."

Qi Lu responded, stacked a thick piece of paper on the table, and picked up the pen to change the writing.

"hiss……"

When the air was breathing, the elders of other sects couldn't help but sigh: "This word... is so ugly..."

Well……

The pen lifting posture paused slightly, and he cursed the dead old man who was blindly blind in his heart, and he picked up any pot without opening. Then he broke the pot and threw it away. His handwriting became even more ugly than before.

It was really sloppy. Although you could see what words were written, the practitioners who were used to practicing good words claiming to be "culturally cultivated", especially the elders with special hobbies, frowned.

I'm still too young! I feel restless inside, otherwise why can't I even write a word well...

As Qi Lu was free and comfortable, the paper was placed aside and hung after writing.

Two pictures,

Three pictures,

Five pictures,

Ten pictures...

Finally someone shifted his attention from the clumsy handwriting to the content. So, each one was even more dumbfounded than before.

The whispers came, causing a black line to appear on Wan Changlin's forehead: "You don't want it, it's too much, your soul is fading!"

"No, I have no other advantage, I am a little bit cherishing my life. I think of a complete plan for everything. If there is a loophole in your vow, I feel uncomfortable in my heart."

Qi Lu talked endlessly, but on the other hand, he didn't delay his writing quickly, and he really couldn't delay anything.

"This...can't even think about it?"

"There is another one, you can see it! If you provoke all wise or unwise creatures such as other humans, beasts, ghosts, etc. to come to find Qi Lu's trouble, they will be dispersed and will never be reborn?"

"Hiss...and this one! Wan Changlin must not have murderous intentions at Qi Lu, otherwise he will become possessed and die under a boar and stick? This is too... too..."

As for what is "too...", the person who is talking can't speak anyway. It's really... too dirty!

Someone was muttering to himself: "Under the stick? How can a boar use a stick?"

Those who understand the faces flushed and remained speechless.

At this time, Qi Lu finally finished writing the eighteenth page of paper, held it in front of him and blew it, and then said earnestly: "This elder, you must learn to broaden your mind."

He tsk twice and sorted out the papers in order. He looked at Wan Changlin, whose face was already dark, and handed over the eighteen pages of paper with his hands: "Time is in a hurry, I just thought of so much for the time being, so you can make do with it."

Time is in a hurry... only so much... it's all right...

Is this human words?!

If Tang Zheyi's aura had not been vaguely restraining himself, Wan Changlin could guarantee that he would have twisted Qi Lu's head off as a chamber pot with his own hands!

“No…”

Before the word "can" was expressed, a huge pressure swept over and was pressed to the ground without any resistance.

As if he didn't know anything, Qi Lu jumped aside in surprise: "It's impossible to use it! Elder Wan, you are so old, I'm giving this gift to the boy. Isn't this curse for my life..."

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and Wan Changlin stared at Qi Lu. Who did you salute you?! You bastard want to die!!!

After seeing his eyes, Qi Lu's surprised expression gradually disappeared, turned into a sarcastic sarcasm. Shi Shiran squatted down, put the paper in the other party's hand, and then patted the other party's shoulder, "This is fate..."

"puff……"

The blood was stained with blood, and the pressure became even stronger. It pressed on him, like a mountain. He had no doubt that if he persisted, Tang Zheyi would definitely crush an ant to ashes.

The cruelty in the cultivation world, the cruelty in the enemy, and the hostility of turning against each other when they say it is not something ordinary people can imagine.

There were more than a dozen disciples coming to Wanjian Sect this time, but they were all in the camp outside at this moment, and they didn't know what was going on. Even if they knew about this, they couldn't help at all. As for the elders of other sects in the tent, those bunch of sticks who only know how to look at the immediate interests, they would probably want to die, right?

The sound of being called "Daily Heaven" is not effective, and the face of Wan Changlin is ashes. Between dignity and life and death, he lowered his high head helplessly.

"I...swear!"

As the pressure relaxed, Wan Changlin lay on the ground and gasped heavily, and the stagnant spiritual power in his body also resumed its operation, regulating his injuries.

He humiliatedly picked up the eighteen pages of paper, and the sloppy handwriting on it, each word was like a sharp knife, piercing into his heart, stirring back and forth.

This humiliation that he had never felt before almost tortured him to go crazy.

But not,

The remaining reason tells him that he cannot die here. So what if the sect leader avenges him at that time? He cannot let him be resurrected from the dead!

"I, Wan Changlin, today, swear at the border of Tianyang County that from January 18, 14th year of Qiguo, I will not have any murderous intention to Qi Lu, otherwise...

Do not instigate other practitioners... otherwise...

No...

No……"

One by one, Wan Changlin bit his teeth and made a creaking sound. As the oath progressed, there was an inexplicable breath three feet above his head, as if he was staring at Wan Changlin who was swearing.

The pledge of the practitioner is so terrifying...
Chapter completed!