Chapter 39 Not at the same level

Sun Yuanpeng did not hear another meaning in the fat boss's words. He looked at the seemingly weak phantom and Zhao Qianyang's tired face and secretly said that he might be really suspicious. How can there be so many soul practitioners in this world, and he has some talent. After decades of hard work, the soul power in his body is very abundant. Coupled with this black knife, he is really not afraid of ordinary soul practitioners.

Several disciples stood in a good position. They poked their necks and looked inside. It was not common for the master to fight. If it hadn't been for revenge for his nephew this time, it would have been disdainful for the two little characters in it. Looking at the charming appearance of the woman inside, several people sighed in their hearts. It was really a pity.

"I'm in the way here. Let's go first." The fat boss shouted and ran away. He hid far away. Sun Yuanpeng's disciples were laughing at his timidness. He didn't care. It's better to be timid than to have no life. The fat boss came to a room at the end of the corridor. The window was facing this side, and he observed secretly from the crack of the window.

Sun Yuanpeng laughed at Xu Pangzi's useless thing in his heart, and then stared at Zhao Qianyang with a knife and shouted, "Bold boy, you killed my nephew yesterday?"

"Yesterday, it was the young master who killed the short-sighted thing. I didn't expect you, an old beast, to come to the door so soon." Zhao Qian stayed with the Phantom for a long time, and his mind was subtly transformed.

"Buckle, you should die early." Sun Yuanpeng raised his sword. The soul power came out of the body, and the whole person immediately became powerful. His soul power is brown and earthy.

"Look, Master is in power."

"When can we practice to the realm of master? This external soul power is really cool."

"How can we listen to more of the master's teachings than the old master?"

"En, look, look, Master rushed up."

Sun Yuanpeng was indeed vigorous and majestic, but he forgot that he was like a snake on the brown wooden chair in front of him. He only saw the phantom smile faintly, followed by a loud noise.

The whole earth was trembling. The knife body was inserted into the underground stone slab without the handle of the knife. Sun Yuanpeng lay on the ground and fell an extremely embarrassed dog to eat shit. The disciple outside the door stared his eyes wide and looked inside. When he saw the miserable situation of the highly worshipped master, his heart was extremely entangled and his face was quite hit. The master was almost invincible. The words were questioned. They rubbed their eyes and didn't want to believe what they saw.

Sun Yuanpeng blushed and stood up from the ground with a "so" and looked down at the road under his feet. He just tripped over something and lost his balance. The ground is flat without any obstacles. Sun Yuanpeng looked up and saw the Phantom with a calm and deep smile, with a little sarcasm and ridicule. Turning his head, the disciple was crowded in front of the door to watch the bustle. Now Sun Yuanpeng's old face couldn't hang up. He pulled up the black knife on the ground and shouted and hit him: "Bad bitch, you're looking for death."

"Get out of here."

The phantom scolded angrily and didn't even stand up. He kicked Sun Yuanpeng's fast-coming body.

Sun Yuanpeng's body rushed through and flew out faster, four or five times faster than rushing through. He directly hit the wall behind him and smashed the wall into a big hole. The green bricks scattered all over the ground. Sun Yuanpeng hit the stone pillar on the corridor, and the thick mahogany pillar in his arms was shaken. Leave the original position and stand there in danger. As long as you push him down, you can fall down.

The disciples were stunned and stunned, and the image of the master who was almost invincible in their minds was completely shattered.

"How can it be? This is Master."

"Is the woman in the room a demon? How can she be so powerful?"

"She should be a soul practitioner. Hasn't the master always said that the soul practitioner is a strong man in the world?"

"It's so horrible that such a thin leg can burst out such a terrible power."

The Phantom twisted the snake's waist and stood up. He smiled charmingly at the people outside the door.

These disciples don't feel that the phantom is charming and charming. She has become the devil in their minds. Under her smile, their hair is creepy and a chill hits their bodies.

Sun Yuanpeng stood up and picked up the black knife that fell to the ground. His body had been as strong as steel. The blow just now did not make him feel pain. He looked at the Phantom with a solemn face and didn't expect that this woman would be so powerful. Although he didn't do his best just now, it could be obvious. It can be seen that this woman's strength is above herself.

"Are you a soul trainer?" Sun Yuanpeng said lightly and was kicked, and his whole body was obviously much more honest.

"Come and fight again. I'll tell you when you're done." The Phantom pinched his waist with one hand and stroked Sun Yuanpeng twice.

There was a convulsion on Sun Yuanpeng's face. He didn't want to compete with the Phantom, but with so many of his disciples here, he didn't want to lose his face. He was really in a dilemma. He gritted his teeth, clenched the black knife, and spared no effort to exert the soul power of his whole body. There were blue veins on his body, and the cyan embroidered tiger robe was blown out by the soul power of the outside, and his long hair blew itself without wind. Seeing the master's momentum, the disciples regained some confidence.

The Phantom shook his head and said lightly, "It doesn't work."

When Sun Yuanpeng rushed up, every foot broke the stone bricks in the ground, and the small stones splashed and made a "crack".

The disciples were trying to cheer for the master, but the next thing made their morale fall to the bottom, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to recover in the future.

"Get out of here." The Phantom scolded and kicked out. With the pig-killing scream, Sun Yuanpeng's body curled up in mid-air, breaking the wooden pillar behind him, like a rockery behind him.

With a loud noise, the fat boss secretly poked out his head and saw that the three-meter-high rockery in the courtyard had collapsed, raising a burst of dust. He smacked secretly. Fortunately, he didn't do anything stupid at the beginning. This woman really can't offend herself. Let's wait until the lustful practitioners come and see what happens.

The disciples were stunned. After a long time, they remembered the master buried in the low. They rushed up and struggled to remove the stones. Some people grinned and didn't dare to think about what the master was smashed into, but if they were below, they would definitely become a mess of meat.

"Cough."

There was a thick gasp from the low, and the stones squirmed. The disciples quickly hid away. They saw one hand push away a stone, and then slowly propped up their whole body. The cyan embroidered tiger robe was broken. There were also some more abrasions on his body, but it was not a big problem, but after Sun Yuanpeng came up, he stood like a prawn, covering his lower body with one hand. The disciples knew that the master was injured. Thinking about the thunder and lightning kick to that position just now, a burst of bitter water appeared in his mouth.

Sun Yuanpeng really hates his disappointing nephew, the fat boss, and even hates the charming woman in front of him. She is simply a demon. Today, he lost face. The other party didn't even have the soul power of the foreign side, so he couldn't bear to deal with himself. The two were not at the same level at all, and they didn't have the courage to take revenge. He took a look at the charming phantom leaning against the door and planned to leave in frustration.

"Hey, big man, don't go." The Phantom shouted.

Sun Yuanpeng thought to himself, "It's strange that you don't leave. What's good can you stay here except to be beaten?" He didn't answer and ran away. At this speed, even the cheetah was willing to bow down.

The fat boss laughed secretly when he saw this scene. This woman really relieved him. I don't think Sun Yuanpeng has ever lost such a big face.

The disciples saw that the master slipped faster than anyone else, and of course they didn't want to fall behind. Everyone hated to have two legs, just like a wild dog that fled.

"Do you think you left if you didn't leave?" The phantom waved his hand, and a faint black line chased after Sun Yuanpeng.

Sun Yuanpeng only felt that something on his back strangled his left leg. Because he ran too fast, he staggered and fell to the ground again. His forehead fell on the floor and cracked the floor. His left calf was in pain. He sat up and looked at it. A very strange black line strangled his left leg and was already embedded. In the flesh, the flesh has been extremely hard since the cultivation of the soul, close to the knife and gun, but it was broken by this inconspicuous black line, and the red blood flowed out. He has not been bleeding for a long time.

"Come back, you." The Phantom waved his hand with a smile, and Sun Yuanpeng's huge figure was dragged back like a dead dog.

As soon as the disciples who were running saw that the master in front of him were dragged back, they stood down one by one and were stunned. What kind of ability is this? It's too powerful. They didn't dare to continue to run away for fear that they would be dragged back by rubbing the ground by the backbone.

"You...you...you..." Sun Yuanpeng was so angry that he couldn't speak. How could there be such a person who could not be beaten and escaped.

"What am I? I haven't let you leave yet. You are so anxious to leave."

"How do you want to let me go? Can't I apologize?" Sun Yuanpeng gritted his teeth and said.

"Well, you don't need to apologize. Let's talk about what gift you can pay first."

When Zhao Qianyang heard the words of the Phantom, he covered his mouth and laughed softly. Sister Ying really never forgot to rob.

Sun Yuanpeng thought for a while. The soul practitioners were not so easy to get away. They didn't like secular things. Although he had some soul beads and crystals, he was reluctant to use these things and was reluctant to take them out. After thinking about it, he remembered a red-brown token-like thing he got by chance. He wanted to sell it to the soul practitioners, but the soul practitioners he was looking for did not know it, and his soul power could not be stimulated. The price given was very poor, and some people didn't even want it. I have been specializing in it for more than 20 years, and I have gained nothing. This thing is of no help to me, so I simply sent it out, hoping to send them away.

"I have one thing. Do you think I can accompany you?" Sun Yuanpeng said and took out the red-brown token from his arms, and the shell in his heart was really aggrieved to death. This hatred not only failed, but also had to compensate the enemy. There is no such reason in the world.