I am a Corpse Collector in the World of Immortal Cultivation

"Who is this person?" The true biography of eating melons expressed doubts.

They were extremely surprised by the scene just now. Cheng Ren was frightened by the other party's look, obviously he was not an unknown person.

But they have not found a disciple who matches this female cultivator's appearance and strength among the disciples above the inner sect's true biography.

"Who is your Excellency? Is it too ruthless to kill without strict distinction?"

Cheng Ren wasn't intimidated. Although he was no match for the opponent, he had a background.

Even if he was shocked by the strength of the opponent, he seemed extremely calm.

"Oh? Is that so?" The nun was also very indifferent, as if she wasn't the one who did it just now.

She walked towards Cheng Ren slowly, causing him to frown slightly.

"Ruthless, right?" The nun slapped Cheng Ren's face.

The opponent didn't react at all, and was blown to the ground.

"You dare to insult me?" Cheng Ren was stunned, his blood spurted, and his anger surged up instantly.

He got up and stared at the female cultivator firmly.

However.

"True biography, right?" The female cultivator was terrifyingly strong, and slapped Cheng Ren again, knocking Cheng Ren's two teeth off.

The opponent's blood pressure rose all of a sudden, but he didn't dare to resist.

The difference in strength is too great.

He backed away, but he was a true biography, and at the same time threatened to say harsh words:

"My master is Jindan Zhenjun, how dare you insult me ​​like this?"

"Golden Dan, right?"

The female cultivator who greeted Cheng Ren jumped up and slapped him from head to bottom.

Pooh!

Cheng Ren vomited blood, his face was in pain, and he fell and ate shit.

He struggled to get up, and stared at the female cultivator with resentment in his eyes.

"You just practiced Taoism for decades more than me. If we are the same age and the same situation, you are not as good as me!"

"It's not as good as you!" The female cultivator showed the same level of cultivation as Cheng Ren, but instantly slapped him on the face again.

Now Cheng Ren lost his temper, and could only use force to overwhelm others: "My master is True Lord White Tiger, he protects his weaknesses very much..."

"True Lord White Tiger, right?" However, the female cultivator once again strongly proved that background identities are all invalid in front of her.

"Leave a line in life, so we can meet each other in the future!"

"Leave a line, right?" This time, the female cultivator was ruthless and directly tore Cheng Ren's arm off.

"ah--!"

Looking at the broken arm, Cheng Ren's face instantly turned ferocious, and he howled in pain.

The people who eat melons are a little shocked to see this scene.

Although they are all true disciples of the inner sect and are used to seeing life and death, but a true disciple who was taught by a true monarch was tortured like this, but felt as if he felt it himself, and his back felt cold.

The female cultivator came closer, looked at Cheng Ren who had stopped clamoring, and said:

"If you didn't talk nonsense, it wouldn't be like this."

Hearing this, Cheng Ren gritted his teeth, but didn't dare to say a word.

In the sky, the few true masters couldn't stand it anymore, they were still friends after all.

"This senior sister!" They landed on the ground and saluted the female nun.

The female cultivator glanced at it in surprise, but these true teachings were like thorns on her back, and her voice was a little trembling:

"Cheng Ren has already been taught by you, can you let us take him away, if he is not treated in time, he may lose too much blood."

There is still a word left, and if it is later, the arm will not be able to connect, and it will become a one-armed true biography.

"Get out!" the female cultivator said lightly, and several true disciples hurriedly supported Cheng Ren and walked towards the overpass.

A true biography also wanted to pick up the broken arm.

boom!

A sword qi from the nun flicked across, and the severed arm turned into blood.

That Zhenchuan was startled and looked at him in disbelief.

This is too cruel.

"An arrogant and domineering maid, her master is definitely not a good person. Someone is right. You really have to teach me a lesson that you will never forget before you know how to restrain yourself."

The nun opened her mouth lightly.

You are ruthless! The true disciple had a broken heart, and could only leave in despair.

After the people eating melons and the victim had left, the female cultivator returned to the house, and Chen Shen came out of the house.

"This neighbor is a bit strong." He admired inwardly.

Just now the other party's attack revealed that his cultivation was only foundation building, but it gave him the feeling that it was much stronger than the general foundation building Dzogchen.

"Take care of yourself, stay silent, and see everything in the world." Chen Shen said to himself.

He was lying on an old man's chair, with ginger tea on the small table next to him, and the sunshade covered half of the sunlight, leaving the rest on his legs.

There is no goblet, no milk tea and orange juice, no beach swimming pool, but it has a special flavor.

Going out and turning right is the flow of people, the bustling Zongmen life.

Turn left is the cemetery, the final destination.

He lives between the two, seeing the turmoil and reunion on the right, and the sorrow and separation in the world on the left.

"Wonderful!" Chen Shen took a sip of ginger tea beautifully and exclaimed.

"Ginger tea is bitter, how can it be delicious?"

An untimely voice broke his state of mind.

Chen Shen hurriedly turned his head and saw the female cultivator standing beside the small flower wall.

"Senior Sister." He bowed.

"I think you're right."

Chen Shen was about to speak, but the other party touched his chin and thought:

"I beat the young one to come to the old one. The matter is still unresolved. I should go to the residence of the miscellaneous-haired tiger."

hum!

With a soft groan, a long white sword flew from the courtyard behind her, and she held it in her hand.

The sword is two feet and one inch long, and the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, exuding a terrifying aura.

"The natal magic weapon that surpasses the spiritual weapon!" Chen Shen was surprised in his heart.

The natal magic weapon can grow, and it needs to be watered with heart and soul, which is far stronger than the ordinary magic weapon.

The female cultivator held the Divine Weapon of Destiny, and it turned into a three-color rainbow and flew towards the sky.

"It's a good show!" Chen Shen sat up quickly, his huge spiritual consciousness spread out, and followed the female cultivator.

"Damn it!" As soon as the female cultivator entered the territory of the True Monarch, she heard a roar, and the breath of the True Monarch was overwhelming.

No need to think too much, Cheng Ren filed a complaint, I don't know what to add, but the real king was furious anyway.

"Dare to insult my disciple, break his arm, this person should be punished!"

"Yeah?"

The female cultivator was so powerful that she rushed in with a sword.

"Zizi is rampant!

Who are you?

Fellow Daoist, spare me! "

Anger, doubt, and begging, this is the trifecta!

Afterwards, True Monarch Baihu was wounded by the mysterious monk Cangwu, and Cheng Ren broke another arm, and his flesh and blood could not be regenerated for ten years!

True Monarch Melon Eater intervened, but True Monarch White Tiger kept his mouth shut and didn't say much.

When it comes to conflicts with the real monarch, the sect will not take too much care, as long as it is not a deadly enemy, let them go.

"One-sided crushing, that tiger at the first level of the golden core is too useless." Chen Shen shook his head as he witnessed the whole process.

Then he withdrew his consciousness and continued to immerse himself in his state of mind.

…………

After the female cultivator finished beating her, she didn't go back to Tianzhu Mountain directly, but after a long time, she stepped into the courtyard, Chen Shen's courtyard.

"Chen Shen." The voice was sweet and clear, and Chen Shen, who was in a daze, wanted to pretend to be dead, but the next move of the other party woke him up directly.

"What are you doing?" Chen Shen crossed his arms, feeling terrified.

Fortunately, I almost got scammed again.

The female cultivator withdrew her slightly embarrassed little hand and said, "I have seen the most well-maintained mortals, but they are not as delicate as yours, and even smoother than mine."

"You don't look like a mortal!" The nun smiled mysteriously.

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