Chapter 192

The air seemed to solidify for a moment.

In such a big room, it was quiet for a moment.

Zhangtoushu's disciple stood in place, staring at his injured right hand.

At this moment, his index finger was all broken and tightly attached to the back of his hand. The skin and flesh of the cut were torn, and the blood turned into blood arrows and shot out.

All the people around were wide eyed. For a moment, it was hard to believe what they saw.

A moment later, the pain came from the wound like a hurricane, and the disciple of the Swertia head rat suddenly gave a series of screams, covered the wound and stepped back. Listening to the movement, he seemed to be a pig whose hair was being shed by boiling water.

"Bold!"

Wang Hao roared.

It's all right for the new disciple not to obey his own discipline. Now he dares to hurt others.

Beating a dog depends on the owner. In Wang Hao's opinion, Chu Yan hurt others, but beat him in the face.

"I'll break your leg!" Wang Hao a big drink, suddenly toward Chu Yan rushed, a fierce shot.

"The earth moves to crack the stone palm!"

Wang Hao's skill is inferior to that of the prefecture level.

In a flash, the air around Chu Yan seemed to be swept by a strong force, and the whole was drained and turned into a vacuum.

Wang Hao's hand in the void seems to be getting bigger and bigger, just like the blue sky, extending infinitely. He wants to completely suppress Chu Yan and shoot it into the ground.

"The angry dragon is hanged with a winch!"

Chu Yan flashed a cold light in his eyes and waved his arm violently.

The air flow around, like a split silk, was torn one by one in a flash.

Shua!

Chu Yan's five fingers, like five sharp daggers, suddenly penetrated Wang Hao's palm, leaving five bloody holes in his palm.

"You - ah!" Wang Hao's eyes glared, and he wanted to scold, but the next moment, the pain couldn't be restrained, and the next thing he wanted to say turned into a scream.

Chu Yan didn't give him any chance to resist at all. He turned his arm.

Because his five fingers were still stuck in Wang Hao's palm, suddenly, with a click, Wang Hao's shoulder heard the sound of bone fracture, his arm immediately fell down, and half of his shoulder seemed to have lost its support and collapsed.

Pain and fear filled Wang Hao's chest.

Wang Hao had never felt such pain since his cultivation. Suddenly, his tears and nose gushed out, and his facial features were all tangled together. He hurried back.

As for the other three, at the moment, they were all so scared that they stood in the same place. They even forgot to support Wang Hao.

Seeing Chu Yan walking towards him step by step, the smile on the other side's face, in Wang Hao's eyes, was 10000 times more terrible than the evil ghost.

He was so scared that his snot blisters came out. He stepped back and yelled: "you, you don't come here!"

"Yes." Chu Yan nodded, but the next moment, his face sank, "then give the spirit stone!"

"Ah?" Under the pain, Wang Hao's reaction was slower than usual.

"Hand over all the spirit stones on you, and help me finish the mission of zongmen in the next two years, otherwise, hum --" Chu Yan is not smiling.

The reason why it's limited to two years is that Chu Yan didn't plan to stay in ningmaijing for too long.

When he was promoted to Ning Mai Jing, he would become an outside disciple. He didn't need to share a room with other disciples, so he would not need Wang Hao and others.

Leng after a while, back reaction.

His face was immediately filled with fear and anger.

"You dare! I tell you, my spirit stone is not my own, and... "

Before Wang Hao finished speaking, he felt a strong wind sweeping over him.

Before he had time to react, he saw a palm growing bigger and bigger in front of him, until it filled the whole eyeball.

With a slap, Chu Yan slapped Wang Hao in the face, which immediately made him fly.

Did not finish the words, turned into a vague sob, stuffy in Wang Hao's throat.

Half of his face collapsed, half of his teeth fell off, and now, mixed with saliva and blood, he spurted out.

With a bang, Wang Hao smashed a table not far away into pieces and glided on the ground for some distance, leaving a shocking bloodstain. Then he stopped.

At the moment, most of his head was covered with blood, and he was in a coma. As soon as he smoked, it was obvious that he couldn't wake up for a while.

The rest of Wang Hao's attendants were all silly at the moment. Their faces were as white as paper, and they swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Wang Hao was promoted to ningmaijing a few days ago. At that time, they were all present. They saw it with their own eyes.

But now, Wang Hao, who is at the highest level on the scene, has no ability to fight back when facing Chu Yan. Even his prefecture level martial arts are easily broken by his opponent.

At this moment, a few people present even feel that the heaven and earth are collapsing in front of their own eyes.

When Chu Yan swept these people, they immediately stepped back.

The disciple was even more unbearable. His face was like earth color. His knees were soft. He knelt on the ground and his tears were scared out.

"Well?" Chu Yan narrowed his eyes and put out his hand.

This time, he didn't need to say more. A few people on the scene obediently handed over the spirit stone they just got this month.

After receiving the spirit stone from both hands of the zhangtoumousu disciple, Chu Yan slapped the other side with the same hand and fainted.

This guy just dare to attack himself. I've learned all the lessons.

It would be normal for Chu Yan to kill them if it wasn't for being in zongmen now.

"What about Wang Hao's?" Chu Yan put the stone into his arms, swept his eyes and pointed to one of them, "go and bring it to me."

Who dares to disobey Chu Yan's orders now.

The disciple walked over and took out a storage bag from Wang Hao's arms and sent it to Chu Yan.

Chu Yan opened it and took a breath.

Originally, he thought that it would be nice for Wang Hao to have more than ten or twenty spirit stones by blackmail. Who knows that the spirit stones in the storage bag, LAN Yingying, are no less than fifty.

These 50 spirit stones, including this storage bag, are all surnamed Chu now!

Seeing that Chu Yan put all these spirit stones in his bag, these disciples suddenly looked jealous and afraid.

A moment later, one of them hesitated and said: "Chu, Chu Yan, those spirit stones... Are not all Wang Hao's..."

"I want you to teach me?" Chu Yan grabbed the man's collar and threw him out.

With a bang, the disciple fell heavily and smashed one of the beds to pieces.

No matter what, this disciple is also a monk in the same realm. But in front of Chu Yan, he is just like a chicken. He can't resist at all. Moreover, he is so hurt that he can't stand up.

Although these disciples didn't come directly to rob their own Lingshi just now, as Wang Hao's subordinates, they made trouble for the tiger, so Chu Yan naturally wouldn't give them a good look.

And Chu Yan has already known that in the world of monks, you are always kind to others, and you will only be treated as weak.