Zhou Yuan exclaimed: "It's so amazing!"

Chi Jiao snorted: "Anyway, I have been imprisoned here. I am a king or a bandit, so there is nothing to complain about." His voice was very deep, as if he had already seen through all this.

For some reason, Zhou Yuan suddenly felt a little sad.

This has always been the case in the world of cultivation. The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy.

The red dragon was defeated, and the soul was imprisoned in this sword, unable to escape.

People with special characteristics often become the targets of hunting by others.

It was the same reason that Taoist Lingkong wanted to catch himself and absorb his spiritual power that day.

If he is caught, his fate will be even worse than that of the red dragon!

Zhou Yuan let out a long sigh and said nothing. The Red Dragon Soul also retreated into the depths of the Red Dragon Sword and became silent.

...

At the same time, Wang Hai's mansion.

"Senior Brother Wang, I have heard about it."

The disciple with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks hurriedly ran into Wang Hai's mansion: "That Zhou Yuan has a special physique, he seems to be a spiritual soul! Moreover, he has improved very quickly in practice, and I am afraid that he will be put into great use by the elders soon!"

After Wang Hai heard this, he was shocked: "What!"

Immediately, he fell into deep contemplation.

Although Wang Hai is now an outstanding disciple of Qingxue Immortal Sect.

However, when he first started, he didn't show any special talent.

When he first started, Wang Hai was still not very proficient in cultivation matters. Even the most basic Qingxue Inner Breathing Technique had to be mastered through many bumps and bumps.

However, in the later stages.

Wang Hai relied on his hard training and his deep connection with the immortal world to finally excel in a competition among his disciples.

At this time, he finally climbed above everyone.

After climbing to the top, Wang Hai felt a different feeling.

It was a feeling of being worshiped by thousands of people, which made Wang Hai feel very comfortable.

This feeling of being held high by others has been with Wang Hai to this day.

Now, his myth is likely to be shattered by an unknown boy named Zhou Yuan. How can he accept this?

This kid was really annoying, and Wang Hai felt angry again.

"Hmph!" Wang Hai said angrily: "This kid seems to be really not simple, he has some tricks. It's a pity that he met me!"

The disciple with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks rolled his eyes and asked: "Brother, could it be..."

Wang Hai said with a dark smile: "Although there are not many disciples in Qingxue Immortal Sect, if there are a few disciples missing, the senior figures in the sect will not notice it."

Although Wang Hai has superb cultivation, his methods are still the same as before.

What he meant by this was naturally that he wanted to find an opportunity to do it to Zhou Yuan quietly.

The guy with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks laughed, seeming to be very satisfied with this plan: "So, who are you going to let, senior brother? If you let a disciple from the sect go, there would be something wrong. Eighty-nine times out of ten, that guy has the support of the elders, then

Leng Yi is also on his side. If we don't succeed, he won't be able to recognize us when we get along in the sect in the future!"

Wang Haidao: "I have thought of this a long time ago, but don't worry. I have a wide network of contacts outside. I am going to let that guy take action this time. I know his cultivation level. This guy

, most likely he won’t survive. Unless, he has some extraordinary means!”

As he said this, Wang Hai took out a small wooden sign from his arms.

This wooden sign is black with a skull pattern carved on it.
Chapter completed!