My Disciples Are All Villains - 770. Chapter 761

Chen Tian was ready to deal with everything. Ye Zhen, his capable man, had already planned everything. When he heard the word “Mingge”, his face became obviously stiff. There are doubts and unbelief.

“You and I have been fighting for many years, and I have never seen you lie… Sikong Beichen, I have not been dim-eyed yet.” Chen Tiandu took a sip of tea.

Sikong Beichen said calmly: “As you said, after so many years, I have never seen me lie, so this time I feel it is a lie?”

Chen Tian was slightly startled.

Ye Zhen bowed: “Can you let the younger generation say something?”

“speak.”

“You said that this senior’s surname is Lu, and he has started his fate, but can anyone prove it?” Ye Zhen asked.

“My disciples of the Nine-fold Hall, all can testify.”

The four firsts bowed at the same time, without speaking, they had already expressed their attitudes.

Own people, of course, speak their own words.

Chen Tiandu raised his old palm and placed it gently on the coffee table.

Hum————

Vigor surging.

The teacup rose slowly.

“You and I know the difficulty of opening the fate. Why bother to deceive yourself?” The water cup in front of Chen Tiandu flew over and flew in front of Sikong Beichen.

Sikong Beichen also stretched out his hand and placed it on the coffee table.

“You can choose not to believe it. Chen Tiandu, if you come to me just to verify this, I am afraid it is meaningless.”

The teacup flew back in front of Chen Tiandu, only half an inch away from the tip of the pen.

Chen Tiandu opened his eyes.

The buzzing sound was several times stronger than before.

“For the time being, what you said is true, Chen Beizheng’s death has nothing to do with your Nine Palaces.”

The tea in the cup splashed out, condensed into nails, long and narrow like hair, as fine as a miniature sword gang.

Ye Zhen was slightly surprised, looking fascinated.

A gifted genius practitioner does not need to be taught by a teacher, only a few glances can comprehend the essence.

The hair nails came to Sikong Beichen.

Sikong Beichen furrowed his brows, spread his four fingers, and pressed them against the coffee table.

“If you want to find a murderer, go to Senior Lu… However, the court did not say anything, are you Fei Xingzhai so anxious?”

boom!

The water spikes are scattered, and when they are about to fall on the coffee table, they become ice spikes again, vertically downward.

Chen Tiandu’s complexion was as usual, his palms spread out, his palms pressed tightly against the coffee table.

“Feixingzhai always does things like this. Since the murderer has someone else, then Jiuzhongdian hand over the murderer.”

Above the Nine-Layered Sacred Palace, vitality surged, and the red air flow shuttled back and forth.

The vitality suddenly became Jian Gang.

Sikong Beichen’s four fingers pressed slightly, and Jian Gang collided with each other on the Nine Layers of Sacred Palace.

Bang bang bang!

“Senior Lu is such a character, how can the Jiuzhongdian manage it? You are so anxious, why not go to Qianliuguan to get him?” Sikong Beichen said.

The ice spikes on the coffee table moved forward and might fall at any time, piercing the back of Chen Tiandu’s hand.

Ice nails are like silver needles.

Jian Gang in the sky was inextricably beaten.

Bang bang bang!

The dense Jian Gang has formed an array and collided with each other.

On the Jiuzhongsheng Palace, it is like fireworks blooming.

The disciples of the Jiuzhongdian rushed over and looked up.

There are tens of thousands of disciples in the Jiuzhongdian, gathered and united, which is also a big force.

Chen Tian felt a large number of cultivators approaching, pressing down hard with his four fingers, and the fingers were sunken into the coffee table, and they were inserted abruptly, engraving the appearance of the palm.

“Sikong Beichen, I’m afraid your plan will be frustrated. Elder Meng has rushed to Qianliu Temple, and within an hour, Qianliu Temple will no longer exist.”

The ice nail like a silver needle was transferred to the back of Sikong Beichen’s hand.

Sikong Beichen also pressed down his four fingers, embedded them, and said:

“Encircle and suppress Senior Lu?”

He showed a look of astonishment but ridicule.

Chen Tian all frowned slightly: “Smile?”

“I laughed at the master Feixing Zhai Zhai to do such a stupid thing. You have been in retreat for too long. How about you and I make a bet?” Sikong Beichen was excited, not at all what an old man should have. It’s more like a flashback.

“What bet?” Chen Tiandu said.

“Meng Changdong has gone and never returned.” Sikong Beichen said.

Ye Zhen bowed his hand from the side: “I’m afraid it won’t be what you want. Elder Meng has the twelve masters of Yunshan Xie Xuan, and the disciple of Tianwuyuan, my disciple of Feixingzhai. There are thousands of practitioners in total. Senior Sikong, sorry. It’s time. Qianliuguan killed my disciple Feixingzhai many times. It’s time to end it.

Hum————

Bang bang bang!

The sword gangs in the sky are getting more and more dense, and gradually they have a downward momentum.

If it goes down, the nine-fold holy palace may be flattened.

“Stupidity comes at a price…”

Sikong Beichen pressed down four fingers again.

His right palm was directly hollowed out to form a palm print, and then he retracted back.

Chen Tian made the same move, and later recalled: “This bet, I should take it, and the loser will self-defeating.”

“good.”

Sikong Beichen was energetic.

When the two sides retracted their palms, the sword on the left above the Nine-Layered Sacred Palace disappeared one by one, but the sword on the right became more prosperous.

The ice spikes on the coffee table are still floating, shooting forward.

Chen Tian frowned and lost his voice: “Impossible.”

When he raised his hand again, it was too late.

Bing nails pierced Chen Tiandu’s chest, and the moment the qi exploded, Sikong Beichen also burst into qi, bang!

Chen Tian all flew back, maintaining a cross-legged posture, wow——

A bit of blood fell.

When the blood fell, it was floating forward, and Ye Zhen’s palm was glowing red, drawing the blood and patting it forward.

The four first seats in the Jiuzhong Hall exclaimed: “Hallmaster!”

The four left at the same time.

When Chen Tian landed, he slapped the ground with both palms, and the qi formed, dragging the four of them!

Ye Zhen was like a wolf like a tiger, making a swooping posture, palms forward.

Sikong Beichen looked up calmly and said, “Just so Jiuye, dare to be presumptuous?!”

Ye Zhen’s back, several feet away, Jian Gang stabs Ye Zhen’s back.

Ye Zhen showed a smile: “Go!”

Flames burst out of both palms, and the spit of blood that Chen Tian vomited together with the karma fire, forming a fireball and hitting the past.

boom!

The fire ball hit Sikong Beichen’s chest.

Sikong Beichen slid back, carrying the futon, and hitting the root of the wall.

Also spit out a mouthful of blood.

Ye Zhen landed and said with a smile: “Senior Sikong’s kendo has reached its peak. It’s amazing.”

Sikong Beichen looked straight at Ye Zhen: “Is this the perfect solution you have prepared?”

“I and Lord Zhai are just protecting themselves.” Ye Zhen handed over.

Sikong Beichen waved his hand to signal the four first seats to retreat.

The four of them looked at each other, not knowing what medicine was sold in the palace master’s gourd.

Chen Tian all put away his qi, pressed his dantian with both palms, and gradually calmed down.

“Sikong Beichen, I still underestimated you… If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that you understood the new kendo.” Chen Tian wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

“Knowing a little about the fur, compared with Senior Lu, it is still far behind. Everything is a sword, there is no way of a sword… Hey, it’s a pity that I can only do the first half.” Sikong Beichen sighed.

Heard this.

Chen Tiandu’s brows wrinkled.

Ye Zhen resolutely said, “I have been disturbed today, so goodbye.”

Turning around, came to Chen Tiandu’s side, helped him up, and flew out of the Jiuzhong Sacred Palace.

Yao Qingquan, Zhao Jianghe, Sun Wenchang, and Wang Youdao were about to pursue them, but they heard Sikong Beichen say: “The poor are not chasing after them.”

“Hall Lord! Why don’t you chase? Feixingzhai deceived people so much that they rode on our heads!” Yao Qingquan said angrily.

Sikong Beichen said: “Chen Tian seems to be fine, but I was hit hard…”

“Then you should chase them more and take the opportunity to kill them.” Yao Qingquan was even more puzzled.

Sikong Beichen looked outside, coughed, and said seriously: “Ye Zhen, very cunning.”

…

Ye Zhen took Chen Tian and flew out of the Ninefold Hall.

Chen Tian covered his chest with one hand and asked, “Why didn’t you take the opportunity to kill him?”

“I feel the presence of an expert.”

The two fell on the chariot.

Ye Zhen raised his hand and waved, and the red bird turned around.

He looked down at the direction in the jungle below: “Quickly go to Qianliu Temple and make Elder Meng retreat! Be quick—”

“Really!”