Destroy my Dantian and take away my holy body? I'll kill you all over the house

Jiang Chunjian, his direct disciple, committed suicide and his body and head are missing.

This scene has never been seen before in Tianlei Pavilion, and it stimulates the senses of all the disciples beyond measure.

This caused many female disciples and timid disciples to scream.

The seven great masters also stiffened and their hearts tightened.

One of the top ten direct disciples died unexpectedly and left in anger.

Infinite sadness and emotion.

Jiang Chunjian met a tragic end, and the ridicule on his rival Mo Xiaoke's face also subsided.

On the surface, Jiang Chunjian lost and gambled his life to death, but Mo Xiaoke's harsh words helped fuel the fire, and they were somewhat related to him. Human lives were at stake, and he could not remain calm.

He is also a man of great promise and trustworthiness.

A feeling of sympathy emerged in Yun Qian's heart, but she didn't feel guilty in her heart.

Jiang Chunjian was aggressive and proposed a life-betting game. Naturally, he firmly believed that Yun Qian would lose. If it was Yun Qian who lost, he would definitely not let Yun Qian live.

So it wasn't Yun Qian who killed him, but Jiang Chunjian who was harmed by his own arrogance.

"Xuanyuan Changqing, if you want to kill me, why bother to accuse me? There is no need to let your direct disciples come up one by one to die. Let's put an end to this!"

Yun Qian's heart skipped a beat, and he glanced across the crowd and glanced at Xuanyuan Changqing in the audience without showing any signs of weakness.

She planned to go all out and meet the strong men in the Nascent Soul stage.

Taking the initiative to declare war on Xuanyuan Changqing, it is a strategy of advancing before retreating. At least it can avoid the situation where the seven great masters attack at the same time and are killed instantly.

Xuanyuan Changqing also stared at Yun Qian with burning eyes, hesitant.

If he had taken action earlier, Jiang Chunjian would not have died, Xu Mao would not have lost face, and the situation would not have turned into this.

"You have such a arrogant tone. You can't kill a chicken with a big knife. Do you need the master of the pavilion to take action? I'm here to meet you!"

Before Xuanyuan Changqing could make a decision, Fourth Elder Song Yan jumped onto the stone platform.

He had a loud voice, glared at Yun Qian with two triangular eyes, and pointed at Yun Qian with his finger: "In the past hundred years, there has never been a young man like you in Tianlei Pavilion who doesn't know how to live or die. I, Song Yan, have always looked down on me who don't know how to live or die." You are a noble man, let me try how much you weigh!"

"Do you still want to bet your life?"

Yun Qian glanced at him coldly, with a face full of teasing.

This Song Yan is a brainless idiot at first glance. The other elders are standing still, but he wants to please Xuanyuan Changqing and be the one who stands out.

What disgusted Yun Qian the most was the preaching taste in Song Yan's mouth.

It was obvious that he was just trying to please Xuanyuan Changqing, bully the younger ones, and take Yun Qian's life, but he said it in a high-sounding way, like a life mentor, hypocritical and brainless.

Song Yan was stunned. Jiang Chunjian's death while gambling was still vivid in his mind. His head and body were still on the stage.

There was a burst of cheers from the audience: "Bet with her, bet with her!"

Some people even fanned the flames: "The fourth elder is a master of the Nascent Soul stage, how can he be afraid of a small Golden Core stage? Isn't this a sure win?"

"Why even think about it? Bet with this scum of the sect!"

"Bet, bet, bet..."

At first there was a lot of chattering, but later it turned into shouting slogans.

There was a flood of "gamble" sounds from the audience.

The atmosphere was like this. Song Yan's old face tightened, and his voice sounded like he was spitting: "Bet!"

Although he was clearly stronger than Yun Qian, Song Yan was still beating in his heart because Yun Qian was extremely resourceful and had performed many unexpected stunts. With his early Nascent Soul strength, he was really not sure of being able to crush him.

Although he agreed to bet his life, he was forced to hold on as a dead duck.

As an elder, he can't afford to lose, and he won't be able to do anything unless he commits suicide when the time comes.

"If I, Yun Qian, win, will you let me go?" Yun Qian sneered at Song Yan's lack of confidence, and then turned to the speaker, Xuanyuan Changqing: "Can Song Yan represent you?"

She is not stupid. If these masters are allowed to fight, she will really suffer. Even if she defeats Song Yan, Sima Hong, Zhuo Feng, Lin Feiyang, and Liu Baoju, how can she cope with so many masters?

And even if it was Song Yan, Yun Qian had no confidence in defeating him.

Xuanyuan Changqing smiled, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

He looked up to the sky and let out a long laugh, sad and angry.

"Fourth Junior Brother, stand down. Let me, the father, settle the grudges of my son Xuanyuan Chun!"

Xuanyuan Changqing smiled miserably, his eyes seemed to be blurred by the mist, and he jumped onto the stone platform.

Song Yan also realized that it was a bit hasty for him to go on stage without authorization. Xuanyuan Changqing's words immediately made him breathe a sigh of relief and silently jumped off the stage.

There was a moment of dead silence in the audience.

The dignified master of the pavilion, Xuanyuan Changqing, took action for the first time.

It was definitely a sensational event in Tianlei Pavilion.

None of the disciples had ever seen the top master of Tianlei Pavilion take action.

On the school arena, Xuanyuan Changqing accepted the declaration of war from his new direct disciple Qian Yun, no, Yun Qian.

This scene is definitely the most classic scene in the history of Tianlei Pavilion.

All the disciples waited and waited, holding their breath.

"Yun Qian, should we also take a gamble?"

Xuanyuan Changqing stared at Yun Qian with a stiff face.

Those two gazes, as if they were real, made Yun Qian unable to breathe.

Just under the gaze, Yun Qian's face was covered with cold sweat. He felt like he was standing with a heavy load and his body was struggling to support him.

The late stage of Nascent Soul is so terrifying!

Although her strength has broken through to the late stage of Xingwan, it is only equivalent to the early stage of Yuanying. Compared with the strong ones in the late stage of Yuanying, she has almost no resistance.

"Okay, old man Xuanyuan, how do we bet?"

Yun Qian was not polite and changed his title to Xuanyuan Changqing.

The disciples in the audience cursed Yun Qian one after another, scolding Yun Qian for disrespecting his teacher and being vulgar and rude.

On the contrary, the six elders admired Yun Qian's courage in their hearts.

Using the golden elixir stage to compete head-on with the late Nascent Soul stage is a moth-to-flame battle.

But instead of being intimidated, Yun Qian started to argue with each other and cursed loudly, which really made people look at him.

Zhuo Feng nodded and expressed his appreciation: "If you lose, you don't lose. I like this little girl very much!"

Lin Feiyang, the seventh elder on the side, looked surprised: "The sun is rising in the west today? How can senior brother Six, who has eyes so high above his head, also praise others?"

Zhuo Feng laughed at himself: "I, Zhuo Feng, have always gone my own way. This girl is very similar to me. If she were my apprentice, these things might not happen!"

He sighed, doubly regretful.

At least, his disciples will be carefully protected and will not be framed and framed by others, and will not end up being targeted by the public.

Both Liu Baoju and Sima Hong remained silent.

At this time, whoever speaks has to take the stage.

Due to his status, he couldn't bully the younger ones and let his direct disciples touch Yun Qian. He was afraid of being damaged, so it was better to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

"Little bitch, I bet that you can't take the three moves of my pavilion master. If you can still stand up, I will win. I will let you go down the mountain. If you can't stand up, I will win. You have to mourn for my Chun'er for three days." Then, we will have a secret marriage with my son and be buried together!"

Xuanyuan Changqing's eyes flashed with crazy light, and his voice was rolling and vicious.

Yun Qian's delicate body trembled when she heard this, and her pretty face changed color.

The elders and disciples in the audience were all dumbfounded. They opened their mouths wide and forgot to breathe for a long time!