My Disciples Are All Villains - 303. Chapter 298 Master's tricks (4 more seeking subscription)

They didn’t know why Gong Yuan laughed.

Zhou Jifeng decisively ordered: “Retreat.”

Everyone backed away and returned to the barrier.

Pan Zhong looked up at the power of the barrier.

Worried in my heart.

The power of the barrier is too weak to imagine…Can you hold it against a strong man like Gong Yuandu?

Zhou Jifeng and Pan Zhong knew that they could not stop such a master, so they made the best move and returned to the barrier.

However,

The coffin crossed the barrier and entered the interior of Jinting Mountain as if entering no man’s land.

The barrier is fine… and there is no fluctuation.

“this……”

They cannot understand.

The coffin continued to hover over the people’s heads, staring at them like a pair of eyes.

Pan Zhong saw the lines under the coffin.

Surprised and said: “Array pattern?”

This is no ordinary coffin.

Otherwise, how can one stay in the sword ruins for years without being corroded and corrupted?

The surface of the coffin looks very smooth, with all the lines on the bottom.

Gong Yuan’s hoarse voice sounded: “The posterity is terrifying…”

“Gong, senior…you, you better come another day…” Zhou Jifeng drew out his long sword and made a fight.

“Shen Ting? Hehe…hehe…”

The laughter showed that Gong Yuan didn’t take him seriously.

After all, he is a genius of swordsmanship in Beidu.

call!

The coffin swoops down!

Everyone sacrificed their vitality at the same time, and the qi lingered.

boom!

The black coffin immediately smashed everyone’s anger.

Zhou Jifeng, Pan Zhong and the female practitioners staggered back at the same time.

Vulnerable.

There is no need for more strength to show, enough to prove that Gong Yuandu in this coffin has the lowest cultivation base of the Yuanshen Tribulation Realm.

Shenting is after all Shenting.

Even if it is a hundred gods, it can’t be worth a soul.

However, the coffin did not kill.

After defeating Gangqi, the coffin hovered behind the crowd, and said in a low voice, “Lead the way.”

It is at this time–

A female cultivator on the mountain swept down and said loudly: “Elder Hua has an order to let the old man go up the mountain.”

…

Motian Pavilion, in front of the main hall.

Leng Luo, Pan Litian, Hua Wudao stood in front, Duan Musheng, and Xiao Yuan’er on the left and right. The others are all listed behind.

The coffin was suspended in front of everyone.

Confront each other.

When they really witnessed the coffin with their own eyes, Leng Luo and Pan Litian glanced at each other and shook their heads secretly.

Worlds, full of wonders.

Although they are all well-informed seniors, this is the first time they have seen such an anecdote.

Hehe, come to find something with a coffin… Do you really believe it?

It was silent for a long time.

The coffin said, “Where is Brother Ji?”

Leng Luo replied: “Pavilion Master is in retreat.”

He is also very calm.

After all, they are all old foxes who have lived a few years old, and they all know what the other is thinking. At this time, playing the kind of innocent, careful eye is meaningless, so it’s better to be honest.

“Retreat?” Gong Yuandu’s voice seemed low and confused.

“Since the return of Jianxu, the pavilion master has been in retreat. Don’t you believe it?” Pan Litian said.

The coffin moved left and right.

Around the coffin, there are obvious vitality fluctuations.

Rippling around…

Soon after, those vitality disappeared.

One end of the coffin, towards the middle of Leng Luo and Pan Litian, stagnated and suspended.

“Who are you?”

This question was the two of them.

Leng Luo didn’t hide it, and said, “Leng Luo.”

Pan Litian said: “The old man…” He wanted to say that he was called Pan Litian, but suddenly stopped, remembering the various Jingming Dao, and changed his words, “The old man is just a beggar, not worth mentioning.”

Gong Yuan said:

“Leng Luo, by all accounts, he should be the top player on the black list three hundred years ago…As for you, hehe, when did Brother Ji become so benevolent and even beggars will take in?”

“The pavilion master has a kind heart, and the old man voluntarily stayed.”

“Interesting, interesting…”

It was the first time that Gong Yuan had heard that someone would praise Ji Tiandao in front of him.

This is rare in the world.

I’m used to the curse, and I’m tired of the condemnation, and suddenly someone praises it. It’s indeed a bit unaccustomed.

“Gong Yuandu… you have to challenge the pavilion master, I am afraid that you will be disappointed.” Leng Luo said.

Everyone looked at Leng Luo.

He does have this qualification, calling Gong Yuandu’s name directly.

Including Pan Litian next to him.

“Um?”

“I have entered the Demon Heaven Pavilion.” Leng Luo said astonishingly.

Gong Yuan was silent.

Although he was hiding in the coffin, he could clearly feel that he should be thinking about something.

After a while, Gong Yuandu’s voice slowly emerged from the coffin: “Leng Luo, you don’t have to frighten me anymore if you are injured. As for the old beggar, although your breath flow is weak, you are a person who has been tempered… Unfortunately, with your current cultivation base, it is impossible to defeat me.”

This statement came out.

Leng Luo and Pan Litian glanced at each other again.

Others were surprised.

It stands to reason.

The master is good at concealing his cultivation base.

How did Gong Yuan do it?

Leng Luo recalled the vitality fluctuations under the coffin just now… and said, “You have some means.”

“Thanks.”

“The swordsman genius of the Northern Capital, Gong Yuandu, thinks he is already 900 years old…If you are fine, would you come with a coffin?” Leng Luo said.

This conversation came down.

Both sides fell silent.

Gong Yuan came with a coffin, and his purpose was obvious, that is, he was ready to die.

If he is really at his peak, how can he be afraid of death?

Ha ha.

Ha ha ha.

There was laughter in the coffin again–

“I have only two regrets in my life…”

“One, failed to solve the problem of life limit.”

“Two, failed to defeat Brother Ji.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t have much time. If I can satisfy my regret, then I will die.”

Leng Luo said: “If you want to win the Pavilion Master… then you have to pass my level first.”

“And old age.”

“And I.”

“And I.”

Duan Musheng and Xiao Yuan’er spoke together.

Pan Zhong, Zhou Jifeng, and the female practitioners drew their long swords together.

This battle is not small.

Gong Yuan said with emotion:

“The new generation replaces the old… well, very good…”

After speaking, a strange black air appeared around the coffin.

This is not a sign of offense.

It is the symbols portrayed around the coffin, slowly fading away.

Gong Yuandu seems to be actively weakening his strength.

Everyone was puzzled.

Which one does this sing again?

The coffin also slowly landed at this time.

When Leng Luo saw this, it was basically determined that Gong Yuandu’s cultivation level had dropped severely.

Said: “With your current cultivation base, I’m afraid that even Elder Hua’s Liuhedao seal can’t be broken. How else can you fight the pavilion master?”

Everyone’s eyes focused on the coffin.

The cultivation base has dropped so much, and running over, isn’t that going to die?

It turned out to be a false alarm.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Hua Wudao hand over: “The younger generation is not talented, Yunzong Hua has no way.”

After landing, the coffin suddenly stood up.

boom!

The people under the coffin are facing everyone.

The lines at the bottom faded again.