Tan Weiran showed ridicule.

Jin Buyao looked cold and took the lead. He had fought with Tan Weiran several times in a blink of an eye, and said sternly: "You said Bi Yunfeng wants to kill you, why don't you say that? How many fellow disciples have you killed on Jian Yongfeng today."

The sword lights intertwined, the sword made a sound of collision, and Mars flew...

"Dear brothers and sisters, this person is crazy and unreasonable today. We came to see Yongfeng killing people. This person is cruel and has no sect. We do not need to report to the Law Court, but we can kill them on the spot!"

Talk about it without a trace, like the willow catkins sent by the light breeze, which seemed to be swaying in the golden shaking sword light, but in fact it was full of elegance. I looked up and looked around, and said to the air with a sneer on my face: "I know that you are thieves who are thieves."

Feng Zishuang, Ning Shouzu and others who were facing the air mirror all leaned back slightly at this moment, as if Tan Weiran's eyes were really pierced through the air.

A disciple who was besieging him was shaking his eyes, and a fountain-like blood burst out from his throat, and fear remained on his face and fell to the sky.

Tan Weiran drew his sword, which was almost lightning faster than lightning, and then wielded another sword with magical skills, sweeping away the sword of Jin Busha. The swords were twisted together and collided with the sound of Tan Weiran, which made people's hearts shock:

"Since you are not willing to die before Huangquan, I will send you to Huangquan with your own hands!"

Several swords were about to pierce Tan Weiran's heart. The disciples were overjoyed and saw that Tan Weiran was like a battle of all kinds of things, and the few swords that could not be avoided had already pierced over the shoulders. The few swords that were originally fatal could only leave him a few minor injuries.

"Huh?" When I saw this scene with my own eyes, Song Shenxing, Xu Daoning, Senior Brother Feng and Head Ning were shocked.

I thought it was an accident, but Tan Weiran repeatedly and cleverly avoided the sword of killing during the siege, and easily turned into minor injuries. Song Shenxing and others could no longer sit still and could not help but be shocked: "He, he is really only twelve years old this year?"

How could he have such rich experience if he had experienced many life-and-death battles? Especially Tan Weiran did not do it intentionally. Looking at his expression and eyebrows, he often had an instinctive reaction from his body, which was particularly incredible.

Dozens of disciples of Yongfeng flocked, led by Jin Buyao to siege Tan Weiran. Even so, they failed to cause fatal injuries to Tan Weiran for a while. Instead, they killed several people in exchange for injuries.

During the battle, Tan Weiran seemed to Tianran know the other party's flaws, as if Tianran knew how to crack it. Such excellent performance was shocking.

At the age of age, even if you fight since childhood, how can you do this? Feng Zi Shuangning and others, all witnesses, looked solemn: "This person is really me, not a body-taking?"

Xu Daoning was more shocked than anyone else. When he heard this, he shook his head and said firmly: "It's definitely not a body-taking. I've checked it." He explained: "After Weiran started, he was too mature several times, so I checked it myself."

Although Ning Shouzhu and others had not heard this, they also judged based on their own experience: "It should not be a possession of the body."

All this thought was spent in life, and everyone couldn't help but breathe, and there was only one thought in their hearts: "If it wasn't for taking over the body, it was a gift. If it was a talent, then there was only one kind of talent that fits..."

"Talented Battle Body!"

Feng Zishuang, Ning Shouzhu and others exchanged eager eyes with each other. When they remembered that the young man was already a disciple of Jianxing Peak, they looked extremely regretful.

It was better to be Ning Shun, Feng Zishuang looked back in anger: "Who is responsible for the introductory assessment that day? He actually missed such a good talent and went to receive punishment after he was done." Tan Weiran killed two people in a row, and he became more and more regretful and annoyed as soon as he saw him.

It’s no wonder that he was angry. He was a mistake and missed good materials for a while. It happened every time in any sect, so it was hard to blame him. But the story was different.

Tan Weiran had already performed amazingly in the introductory assessment. Such a good person in front of him could be missed or missed, so he deserved to be punished. Don’t say that Feng Zishuang blamed him, even Ning Shuozhao could not help but show dissatisfaction.

The foundation of the sect is composed of several disciples. However, the name of the sect is supported by genius.

When Yongfeng was admitted to the "Martial Arts Disciples" and the genius who took advantage of the genius, he was able to gradually rise in the sect and gradually become the most powerful branch of the sect.

At this time, a young man who had been in the school for less than a year, but at the seventh level of the human level, had already killed or injured more than ten disciples in Tongxuan Realm. Such a disciple who stood out from the crowd saw that Yongfeng had the opportunity to obtain it, but was neglected and did not have the energy to fight. How could he teach Feng Zishuang and Ning Shuo not to be angry?

"Talented War Body." Feng Zishuang and Ning Shuo looked at each other, looked at the unique young man in the image, and sighed regretfully: "Sixty-six scales, great skills, and in addition, it is a talented war Body."

Finally, all kinds of regrets were turned around in my heart, but they could only turn into a sigh.

With a sword, he snatched a man's throat. Before he could kill this person, he was hit by a punch and flew out. Tan Weiran never thought that his killing skills he had learned in the great times of chaos were actually considered a talented battle body.

"Qinglian breathing technique? It's related to the Jin Mansion. Master's instructions cannot be exposed."

A little blood burst out, and Tan Weiran kept the pain in his heart behind his head with a constant expression. The battle situation was already tight and it was gradually detrimental to him. The secret technique he wanted to use was also related to the Jin Mansion and could not be exposed.

"When fighting in the human gate, you will suffer losses, and even if you have many means, it is difficult to use it."

The Human Resources Realm is the foundation-laying realm, which emphasizes foundation-laying and does not pursue combat power. Major sects have never advocated practicing the golden body in the Human Resources Realm. Looking at the heavens and all realms, there are few people who have cultivated the golden body. Tan Weiran has all kinds of methods, and it is difficult to exert due to various things, or they simply cannot use them.

Sword Talisman! Sword Talisman!

Tan Weiran was covered in blood, with opponents and his own. There were many new scars under the siege. After exploring the sword talismans repeatedly, he thought it was too much.

In a while, several consecutive scars leaped on his body again.

If you can add a few drops of essence and blood, you can push the Nine-Chain Thunder Sword up and practice the sword intent again. At this time, the sword intent of this sword technique is in your thoughts, in your heart, but not in your hands.

When the mind is reached, the mind is here. However, it cannot reach the hands. This is the point that is not bad. No matter how perfect the mind is, if one does not cultivate one's nature or one's own self, it will never reach the hands.

If it weren't for rebirth and returning to the peak of seeing the nature, the state of burying the heart is broken, and one move of the burying heart sword can bury most of this group of people.

Tan Weiran had no regrets in his thoughts, and only thought about how to deal with them. At this moment, he suddenly saw Zhou Dapeng flying up the steps in blood, and more than ten people behind him chased him, one of whom threw away with a sword.

Zhou Dapeng tilted his body and was pierced by a sword. He did not forget to come over desperately: "My junior brother, Master, Master wants me to ask you if you remember the supervision rules!"

Zhou Dapeng's face and body were covered with blood, and scars were bleeding everywhere. The reason why he came late was that he was intercepted at the foot of the mountain. He was forced to break up all the way. I don't know how much blood shed and how many injuries she left.

Tan Weiran was almost stunned and instinctively took action to resist. Seeing the fourth senior brother rushing forward so hard to help him, there were no tears on his face, and his heart was filled with dust: "Remember, naturally remember!"

In his previous life, he was not the protection of Senior Brother Four. How could he survive in that chaotic world where heroes emerged? Once or twice? No, Tan Weiran is almost out of reach. How much has the Fourth Senior Brother helped him?

If it weren't for his drag, perhaps the Red Blood Kunpeng's achievements would have been greater!

However, the famous Red Blood Kunpeng, his fourth senior brother, died before him. He was left alone and hiding. He was the last one who died, which was the ironic thing that he thought was the most ironic.

"Catch it." Zhou Dapeng threw something away at Tan Weiran and smiled plainly: "Master said, you can make trouble as big as you want, and you will be sure to make trouble!"

He forced himself up, and he was seriously injured. What's the point? The one who stood here was his junior brother, and his fellow disciples should have stood together. He would fight for his junior brother, and he would naturally fight for him. What's so strange about this?

Puchi! A sword tip protruded from Zhou Dapeng's lower abdomen, and blood gushed along the sword.

Zhou Dapeng looked down at the red sword tip in surprise, and wanted to look back at who the person who was so crazy that he stabbed him to the right.

"not good!"

There were countless people like Ning Shouhou, Feng Zishuang and others, but their minds were shocked at this time, and they suddenly jumped up and looked down on each other.

No! Seeing this, Song Shenxing almost didn't think about it. In a blink of an eye, he grabbed the rainbow tail that flew into the sky, forcibly dragged Xu Daoning back, and said sternly: "Sir Xu, if you take action, this matter will turn into a major event that shocks our sect, and even internal strife!"

Before Xu Daoning could speak, Song Shenxing had changed his face again and blurted out: "No, it's bad."

At this moment, Tan Weiran's mind exploded, as if a string had broken, and he caught the flying sign. He poured in the true energy and stimulated it. The wooden sign burst out with a layer of qi covering him.

Tan Weiran suddenly felt like a tiger, and a steed forcefully attacked, with only the fourth senior brother who fell seriously injured in front of him. The boundless anger expanded and amplified in his heart, and rushed forward like a chariot and crushed him.

As I rushed all the way, I saw blood flying everywhere, accompanied by screams, which was particularly terrifying.

"Senior Brother!" Tan Weiran opened his mouth, and a breath that was almost burning burst out. He stood in front of Zhou Dapeng, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, his angry flames jumped, and he roared with a sad and angry roar towards the sky!

Since I am right, I will take action.

I didn't want to use the sword talisman, but if you hurt my fourth senior brother first, I must be blamed.

A sword talisman was in his hand, and the sound of anger was shocked: "I will flatten you to see Yongfeng today!"

"Oh no. It's the sword talisman!" Ning Shouduo and Feng Zishuang were moved and suddenly stood up, looking at the sword talisman in Tan Weiran's hand.
Chapter completed!