God-level Punishment System

In order to make a good impression on the sect, no matter who they are, they will come alone, and they will definitely not let their parents, domestic servants, etc. follow and lose their face.

These beautifully dressed family children, how could they worry about the portrait of the elderly in the family? They don't understand what Chen Sheng is doing.

Guarding the two coffins, it was even more inconvenient for Chen Sheng to inquire about the news. He simply stood on the side with his fists, and no one else would come over to talk to him. On the contrary, a special situation was formed.

Ningyun Sect opened its sect for hundreds of years, and since the suzerain became famous in the first battle, this is the quietest and most spacious day in front of the gate since Ningyun Sect has widely collected disciples.

Under the three characters of Ning Yunzong, within ten feet of a radius, there was only Chen Sheng, two coffins and two corpses.

At night, when the mountain winds were harsh, Chen Sheng took off his shirt and gently covered the two coffins to prevent the corpses of his parents from being beaten by the mountain wind.

It seems to be taking care of two living people.

My parents have been suffering from illness all the year round, which seems to be the dark wounds they left when they were young, but I didn't expect them to go so suddenly.

...

The sunset glows, and the morning glow grows. The glow falls on the top of Ningyun Sect, turning into wisps of purple air, falling downward.

These purple spirits are noble, mysterious and extraordinary.

"Look, this must be the disciple of Ningyunzong who is practicing qigong, the famous Hongmeng Ziqijue!" Several teenagers cried out excitedly.

"Ignorance, this is just the opening technique of the Hongmeng Purple Qi Jue. Wait for half an hour, when the purple energy is at its peak, the great figures in the Ningyun Sect will display the real Hongmeng Zi Qi Jue and absorb the purple energy. Now What counts for this battle."

A low hum came from below the steps, interrupting everyone's reverie.

This is a white-clothed boy with a jade folding fan with a dragon and a phoenix carved on the handle of the fan.

As he unfolded, everyone discovered that this turned out to be a folding fan carved from jade. Between the folding pages, they were connected by a special technique.

And, with the dancing of his folding fan, the purple qi in the sky also split into a strand and poured into his folding fan.

Those teenagers were originally full of spirits, but when they saw the white-clothed teenager at this moment, they suddenly withered, and their expressions didn't say a word.

Behind the white-clothed youth, several more teenagers and girls came up one after another. The clothes, behavior, and temperament of these people are very different from those of others. They are either rich or expensive, not ordinary people.

The young man in white came to the gate of the mountain, looked ahead, and didn't even look at Chen Sheng at all. Until he came to the front, he frowned, "You didn't see me coming? Why don't you lift these two unlucky ones? Things go away."

Chen Sheng's eyes shrank, suppressing his anger, and said briefly, "I came first."

"Are you coming first?"

"First come, then come, the unchanging truth of the past." Chen Sheng replied lightly.

"Then what if I want you to get out of the way?" The white-clothed boy snapped his folding fan closed, consciously Chen Sheng was ruining his face in front of others, and his face turned gloomy.

"You know, today is the day when Ningyun Sect accepts disciples. What is your purpose for bringing two coffins up there? You know how unlucky and unlucky the coffins are. You are deliberately insulting Ningyun Sect." Refers to Chen Sheng, domineering.

He is clever, knowing that this is the day Ningyun Sect recruited disciples. It was clear that Chen Sheng had been here overnight. No one in Ningyun Sect said anything, but he opened his mouth and closed his mouth and it was all Ningyun Sect. The reputation of Yunzong is the same.

After speaking, he lowered his head and glanced at the two coffins, "What's more, your two coffins are so crudely made, the wood is so poor, and the corpses inside are even more crudely dressed, there is no cover for the coffin, so dirty. Just before the gate of Ningyunzong Mountain, it is a joke!"

"joke!"

The words of a young man echoed in the mountains for a long time.

One sentence is harsher than one sentence, and one sentence is worse than another.

Those who are sons of man, parents and parents, are dead, and they will be spurned in this way, pointing to the nose and insulting, Chen Sheng clenched his fists, fingers with ten fingers on the non-protruding nails, but just because of excessive force, he inserted into the palm of his hand. in.

The blood ticked down in front of the mountain gate, on the flat ground.

Unlucky, humble, rough, dirty...

"Father, mother, you taught me to learn to be patient in everything, but there are some things, children, can't be allowed!" Chen Sheng muttered in his heart, silently.

Streaks of blood spread from the depths of Chen Sheng's eyeballs, until it dyed his entire eye.

This red color actually looks coquettish.

boom!

Chen Sheng raised his foot and was a few feet away from the white-clothed boy. He rushed past him in a blink of an eye. His fist, with a fist-style, without the slightest move, just hit the opponent like this.

Now that you have chosen not to forgive anymore, then simply be neat, revenge, grievances, grievances, and your fists are facing each other!

"You are a joke too!" The white-clothed boy sneered, and the corners of his mouth became even more disdainful when he saw Chen Sheng's slow movements.

"Never mind, let me teach you what is a frog at the bottom of the well." The boy turned the folding fan in his hand, and the fan spread out, blocking Chen Sheng's fist.

Chen Sheng only felt a sudden suction from this fan, and his fist involuntarily followed the opponent's fan.

With his arms twisted, with his own body, he wanted to follow the fan in the air for a spin.

Looks extremely embarrassed and embarrassed.

"roll."

Chen Sheng spit out a word, his tongue was thunderous, and his eyes were red, full of killing intent.

The young man insulted his parents, and if this hatred was not reported, Chen Sheng was ashamed of him.

If this revenge is not reported, he Chen Sheng, what a man!

The veins on his arm violently, for the first time, he truly used all his strength.

The strength is so great that he himself cannot adapt.

A huge power gushing from his body, through his arms, blasted on the fan, smashing the fan back, free of his fist.

The weird suction also dissipated instantly.

The white-clothed boy looked startled and gave Chen Sheng a surprised look.

boom.

Chen Sheng hit the ground, his feet touched the ground, and two shallow potholes were spotted.

With this help from his feet, he rushed forward and continued to punch.

"I have a sapphire fan in hand. You just want to hurt me with a little bit of brute force. It's just wishful thinking." The young man sneered. Although he didn't have a trick to win Chen Sheng, he didn't panic.

boom.

boom.

Chen Sheng's punch was still unavoidable. It hit the fan and was absorbed by the suction on the fan again.

The boy sneered, "How? Don't you have to stop here obediently? Can you still break my sapphire fan?"

clatter.

After he finished talking here, Chen Sheng suddenly jumped to the ground, raised his fist high, and rushed up with the fan. The young man clung to the sapphire fan in his hands, but he did not notice one, but he directly lifted it with brute force. Get up and leave the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Sheng banged one knee and sent it up.

The knee was accurately pressed against the boy's lower abdomen, and a mouthful of bitter bile instantly overflowed from his mouth. As soon as his hands were loosened, the fan fell into Chen Sheng's hands.

Chen Sheng grabbed this so-called sapphire fan and was about to make it up again. Several figures rushed out from the gate of Ningyun Zong Mountain.

A man in a blue shirt swooped over, and shook his hands lightly at Chen Sheng and the white-clothed boy. Chen Sheng's front changed, and his body had fallen firmly behind him.

Since even the people of Ning Yunzong have already walked out, Chen Sheng naturally wouldn't ask for something boring to say.

He stepped forward and walked to the side of his parents' coffin with cold eyes, without even looking at the white-clothed boy.

The man in the green shirt glanced at Chen Sheng and saw that although his clothes were simple, but his behavior was calm and calm, there was a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes.

The man was about to speak, but the young man in white who was grasping with his other hand suddenly shook his left hand, and a silver needle flew towards Chen Sheng's brow.