I became a scumbag in the global live broadcast

Take advantage of people's danger and attack them unprepared.

A monk at the Jindan stage can't beat a monk at the Qi refining stage, it's a bit embarrassing to say it.If he was waiting for Qian Hongfeng to become a golden elixir, he might be...

Zhao Hongyi really made a good plan. The moment he stretched out his fist, he felt his whole body was burning.

Standing in front of the crowd, Yan Luo's entire expression changed the moment the incident happened.

He took a step forward and made a tactic with one hand.

While the spiritual power was fluctuating, from the corner of the eye, Qian Hongfeng's body was suddenly enveloped in red light.Zhao Hongyi's desire to attack his vitals was shattered when his fist touched the bright red spiritual power.

I saw that the outstretched fist seemed to have hit a burning flame, and the whole hand was burning red. Zhao Hongyi screamed and stepped back suddenly, fell to the ground and rolled .

The spiritual power on his fingers slowly dissipated, and while Yan Luo breathed a sigh of relief, he looked up at the Jielei still condensed in the sky above his head.

The clouds of tribulation thunder were still gathering, if all eighteen thunderbolts fell, it would be impossible for Qian Hongfeng's current body to bear it.Even a forced breakthrough will greatly deplete itself.

After weighing the pros and cons, Yan Luo bit his hand.

Hair fluttered in the wind, fluttering like a butterfly, and blood-red drops of blood overflowed from between his fingers. Yan Luo frowned, raised his other hand, stained his index finger with blood, and drew a picture in the void. A complicated rune came out.

The moment the rune was formed, it was suspended in mid-air and turned around.

Yan Luo took the time to look at Qian Hongfeng, who was standing in the open space, flying around in red.

At this time, the red spiritual power fluctuations had completely stimulated the fire element in his body, and the spiritual power had completely turned into a big fire, enveloping Qian Hongfeng in it, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

While everyone was quite amazed, only Yan Luo knew Qian Hongfeng's tolerance. He no longer hesitated, driving the runes in the midair to slowly rise to the sky and merge with the clouds that stirred up the situation in the sky.

When the rune completely disappeared into the clouds, Yan Luo drew his eyes away, slowly closed his eyes, and silently recited the formula.

The wind that rolled up on the flat ground seemed to be stronger than before, and the leaves rolled up from the ground and flew into the air.Dust and sand blinded the eyes, and when it blew towards everyone, it carried a fishy smell mixed with water vapor.

Everyone raised their sleeves to cover them, so they didn't see Yan Luo who had been reciting the Jue silently, his figure swayed slightly, and his face was a little paler than before.

The blood in his chest made Yan Luo's already frowning brows seem to wrinkle into a word.

He swallowed the fishy sweetness in his mouth, slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Qian Hongfeng.

The fire gradually extinguished in the wind, and even the purple lightning in the sky was fading.

Seeing such a change, Yan Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

[88: Don't you regret spending a hundred years of spiritual power just to make the tribulation thunder recede? 】

[Yan Luo: I can't see anything wrong with him. 】

As if afraid of 88's misunderstanding, Yan Luo added again.

[Yan Luo: Now is the time to swipe your favorability in front of the protagonist. If you don't show performance, you will have no chance in the future. 】

Saying some words is like piercing a layer of window paper, 88 is unwilling to say, it is waiting for its sand sculpture host to slowly discover.

"The tribulation thunder is gone?!"

"Is it really going to rain? Obviously this cloud layer should be tribulation thunder?"

"No...not possible."

Zhao Hongyi, who was lying on the ground rolling over, managed to slow down, and he stared fixedly at Qian Hongfeng, who was slowly returning to normal, with some disbelief.

Lei Mingming on top of his head is the tribulation thunder that is about to pass through the Golden Core.

What is this...

Zhao Hongyi seemed to have thought of something, and slowly turned his head to look at Yan Luo who was standing at the front of the crowd in white.

The peak master in white clothes was shaking his whole body and his complexion was pale.

As if feeling such a gaze, Yan Luo raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Hongyi.

Even if he was injured, Yan Luo's eyes were as cold as snow.

The warning eyes swept across, causing Zhao Hongyi to look away instantly.

He stood up staggeringly with one arm propped up, turned around and wanted to leave.

But at the moment when he turned around, he heard a dull voice behind him.

"Zhao Hongyi."

The steps under his feet stopped instantly, and Zhao Hongyi's whole body became stiff. He stared at the front and did not dare to turn around.

"Did you just leave?"

Qian Hongfeng narrowed her eyes a little, and said again, "Since Lan'an town, I have never had any grievances with you. You chased me and planned to kill me when I was not prepared. Zhao Hongyi, is this how your Shenxingzong teaches your disciples?"

"Qian Hongfeng, don't spout blood."

"Zhao Hongyi."

Zhao Hongyi turned his head suddenly with his clear voice like a jade bead.

A snow-like person stood behind him, beside Qian Hongfeng.

Yan Luo slowly raised his hand and turned it up.

Zhao Hongyi saw a token on the white palm, the token was gray, and the words "Shen Xing Zong" were impressively written on it.

"This is……"

Before the voice fell, the token in Yan Luo's palm disappeared with naked eyes.

"I have already gone to believe the head of your Shenxingzong, bullying my disciples, I have recorded it."

Pulling Qian Hongfeng by hand, Yan Luo turned his gaze back to Qian Hongfeng, "Feng'er, let's go."

"Peak Lord!"

The back view of Yan Luo leaving was too decisive, and Zhao Hongyi's heart was in his throat instantly.

He has just changed from an outer disciple to an inner disciple. If this matter gets to the head of the sect, he will be expelled from the master's sect at the least, and he may be chased and killed by people from the whole world of cultivating immortals at worst.

Lian Qing, the peak master of the Canghong Sword Sect, seems not to care much about things, but in fact, Lian Qing is extremely ruthless, and at this age, only Lian Qing can be honored as No. 1 in the entire cultivation world one.

"Peak Master, let's talk, I...disciple..."

Hearing the incoherent words behind him, Yan Luo paused, cast his eyes down and cast a glance at him, "Go back and talk to your head."

"Peak Master! Peak Master!"

No matter how Zhao Hongyi shouted, the two figures, one red and one white, quickly disappeared from people's sight.

"Master, did you really tell Shenxingzong about it?"

"That's natural."

Yan Luo raised his eyes and scanned around the open shop, and said: "An inner disciple who just joined the sect dares to bully my apprentice casually. If he goes out in the future, won't he be punished by others?" Is it humiliating to poke the spine? What's more, is my disciple, Lian Qing, someone he can offend?"

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