Changsheng, invincible from taking a concubine

"Who are you!"

A large number of disciples from the Dragon War Pavilion rushed over and surrounded him.

A group of passionate young people who thought they were invincible after learning something.

He had seen many such people before.

Most of them had been reincarnated.

There were also many who had their cultivation abolished and lived in regret for their whole lives.

He looked at those present.

"Are you all the people here? Come on together. It would be a bit tiring for me to kill them one by one."

A middle-aged man in the crowd showed a gloomy look.

He was the head coach of this group of outer disciples.

These people were the financial pillars of their Dragon War Pavilion.

At this time, if they could take a good look at the strength of their sect, it would definitely be the best publicity.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man stepped forward and released his smart aura.

Everyone suddenly showed excitement.

"It's the head coach. This kid is dead."

"This is a must. I just don't know if he will have the chance to enjoy the high-standard service of the clinic."

"Don't be funny. The head coach is a congenital master. This kind of guy can just let him handle the funeral."

"Dare to offend our Zhanlong Pavilion, his fate is doomed."

A group of people chattered, and the head coach looked proud.

Hooked his finger at Jiangchuan.

"Boy, today you either knock me down, or I will twist your head."

"You only have one chance. Think it through."

Everyone felt a flash in front of their eyes.

The young man in white clothes had already appeared behind the head coach.

On his right hand, a metal glove gradually dripped red blood to the ground.

Every time it seemed to overlap with their heartbeats.

Everyone's breathing stagnated, looking at this scene in astonishment.

The brain was blank.

The head coach's neck was a little stiff.

The voice was intermittent.

"You! How do you know our Thunder Spear!"

This skill was used by Zhao Da in front of him last time.

It took him three years of life to copy this third-grade skill.

It took him another 192 years of life to evolve it to the maximum level.

He doesn't have many skills now.

This third-grade skill is just for practice.

No way, who gave him a long life.

If he doesn't have some fun for the rest of his life, it will be boring.

The Thunder Spear that has returned to its original state, not to mention teleportation, at least it is not something that these small fish can catch its afterimage.

And it has reached the state of returning to its original state, and no weapons are needed.

Even if it is just a finger, it is like holding a spear.

With a plop, the head coach fell to the ground and stopped breathing.

A blood hole as thick as a finger appeared at his heart.

A lot of blood flowed out of it.

On the rocky ground, red blood spread along the cracks.

Looking at the head coach who died with his eyes open, someone finally screamed.

"Ah! Someone's been killed!"

"The head coach has been killed!"

As their voices fell, dozens of fierce auras rushed over here at a faster speed.

A group of inner disciples led by Long Zhan all appeared here.

The outer disciples who were at a loss just now calmed down after seeing the Pavilion Master and a group of inner disciples appear.

The expression of finding a savior appeared on their faces again.

"The Pavilion Master is here!"

"Great! Now this kid can't be so arrogant."

"I want to see how he will die later."

"That's right. This kind of rubbish."

Jiang Chuan glanced at everyone coldly, and everyone who wanted to show off shut up one by one.

That look was too scary.

They didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Long Zhan looked up and down at the young man in front of him.

"You are the Jiang Chuan who killed Zhao Da."

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that Senior Brother Zhao Da died in his hands.

No wonder he dared to be so arrogant and come to mess with them.

Did he think that there was no one in Zhanlong Pavilion?

Jiangchuan nodded.

"I think so. After all, he didn't introduce himself before he died."

"What about you, old man? Do you want to introduce yourself first, so that you don't know what name to write on the tombstone."

Long Zhan put his hands behind his back. Although his hair was full of white hair, his spirit was very full.

"Boy, so arrogant. A scumbag in the secular world dares to challenge our cultivation world."

"You really don't know how to live or die."

Jiangchuan waved his hand.

"Omit the first 10,000 words and get to the point. I have to go to the night market with my wife and don't have time to talk nonsense with you."

Long Zhan was so angry that he laughed.

Young people nowadays are really arrogant.

They even dared to show off in front of him.

Turned his head and looked to the side.

"Who of you will teach this kid a lesson?"

One of the young men took two steps forward.

A sharp spear slammed heavily on the ground.

The heavy stone cracked into a spider web-shaped hole.

"Master, leave this kind of stuff to me. Senior brothers, please give me some pointers."

Seeing that this genius Liang Jin was going to play, everyone showed an indifferent expression on their faces.

In their opinion, this battle was no suspense at all.

Although they were both innate, the gap between them was huge.

There was a double gap between each small advancement.

This Liang Jin had already reached the middle stage of the innate.

It will soon enter the late stage.

And the weapon in his hand is also of the fifth grade.

It can bring him a lot of bonuses in combat power.

The result of the collision between the two is absolutely obvious.

Liang Jin stabbed out with a spear, and the spear was sharp. In the blink of an eye, he had come to a distance of less than three meters from Jiang Chuan.

Seeing this scene, everyone's face showed a smile of "as expected".

As expected of their genius junior brother, with this combat power, even some of them may not be his opponent.

But the next second, a white figure shot out from Jiang Chuan's body.

And penetrated Liang Jin's body at a faster speed.

On his forehead, a blood hole appeared, and white things slipped out of it.

Liang Jin fell straight to the back in the stunned eyes of everyone.

The spear in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of ding-dong.

The scene was deadly quiet.

No one expected this result.

Long Zhan's eyes looked at the young man in front of him again.

He just saw the opponent's attack method.

It seemed like a phantom.

But the phantom used the Thunder Spear of his Zhanlong Pavilion.

That was his ancestral spearmanship. Where did the man in front of him learn it?

And what exactly is the phantom?

Why does a phantom have such lethality?

Jiang Chuan held the array pattern short sword in one hand and looked at the setting sun.

"I say, can you stop wasting time? I'm very busy."

"If you don't want to come together, then I'll have to do it."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to face this situation.

The opponent's combat power was beyond their imagination. No one was sure that they could take him down alone.

And at this moment, Long Zhan stepped forward, clasped his fists and said.

"My friend, let's not beat around the bush. You are very strong, and none of my disciples are your opponents."

"But don't forget where you are. If all of us join forces, are you sure you can leave here alive?"