Chapter 192: A small fortune

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
In the large room, the needle fell for a while.
The apprentice of Hoe Mou stood in place, staring blankly at his injured right hand.
At this moment, his index finger was broken at the root, and he was clinging to the back of his hand. The flesh of the cut wound was torn, and the blood turned into an arrow of blood.
Everyone around them widened their eyes, and for a moment, it was hard to believe what they saw.
After a while, the pain was like a hurricane, and it suddenly came from the wound. The apprentice of the gimmick and rattle suddenly made a scream, rolled back to cover the wound, and listened to the movement, as if it were a pig that was being washed by water.
"Bold!"
Wang Hao roared.
The new disciples are not subject to their own discipline, even now they dare to hurt others.
Hitting the dog also depends on the owner. At the moment Wang Hao sees that Chu Yan hurts others, but beats his face.
"I interrupt your leg!" Wang Hao yelled, rushed towards Chu Yan, and shot it violently.
"Ground moving stone palm!"
As soon as Wang Hao took the shot, it was prefecture-level subordinate martial arts.
Suddenly, the air around Chu Yan seemed to be swept up by a force, the whole was drained and turned into a vacuum zone.
The palm of Wang Hao is in the void, and if he becomes bigger and bigger, it is like a blue sky, extending indefinitely, and he will suppress Chu Yan completely and shoot it into the ground.
"Angry Dragon Strangling!"
Chu Yan's eyes flashed a little cold, his arms waved violently.
The air flow around it, like a crack, was torn into pieces one by one.
Huh!
The five fingers of Chu Yan seemed to be five sharp bishous, which suddenly penetrated Wang Hao's palm, leaving five holes in his palm.
"You—Ah!" Wang Hao stared at him and wanted to curse, but the next moment the pain couldn't help the rush, letting him continue to say what turned into a scream of exhaustion.
Chu Yan did not give him any chance to resist, and his arm rolled.
Because his five fingers were still inserted in Wang Hao's palm, he suddenly clicked, and Wang Hao's shoulder heard the sound of a broken bone, his arm suddenly dangled softly, and half of his shoulders seemed to have lost support and collapsed.
The severe pain and fear filled Wang Hao's chest instantly.
Since practicing, Wang Hao has never felt such pain. Suddenly, the tears and nose swelled out, and the five senses were tangled together and hurried back.
As for the other three, at this moment, they are all frightened. They are standing stupidly. They even forgot to support Wang Hao.
Seeing Chu Yan step by step towards himself, the smile on the other side's face, at this time looking at Wang Hao's eyes, it was almost ten thousand times more terrible.
He was so frightened that his snot bubbles spurted out, and backed up again and again, hissing loudly: "You, don't come over!"
"Okay." Chu Yan nodded, but the next moment, his face sank. "The soul stone is handed over!"
"Ah?" Under the severe pain, Wang Hao's response was usually slower than usual.
"Give up all the spirit stones in your body, and help me complete the mission for the next two years, otherwise, hum—" Chu Yan smiled.
The reason is limited to two years, because Chu Yan did not intend to spend too much time in Ningmai.
When he was promoted to the duality of Ningmai, he became a disciple outside the door. He no longer needed to share a room with other disciples, and naturally he did not need Wang Hao and others.
After a moment of stunning, he reacted.
His face was suddenly filled with fear and anger.
"Dare you! I tell you, my spirit is not my own, and ..."
Before Wang Hao finished speaking, I felt a gust of wind sweeping through.
He hadn't had time to react before, seeing a palm growing in front of himself until it filled his eyes.
With a slap, Chu Yan slaps and slaps Wang Hao's face fiercely, and immediately pulls him all up.
The words that didn't finish turned into a vague sobbing, and stuffed into Wang Hao's throat.
Half of his face collapsed, and half of his teeth fell off. At this moment, saliva and blood were mixed, and the heavenly girl scattered flowers generally sprayed out.
With a bang, Wang Hao smashed a table not far away to pieces, and gliding on the ground for a distance, leaving a startling blood mark, and then stopped.
At this moment, most of his head was covered with blood, and the man was in a coma. His body was pumping and pumping, apparently he couldn't wake up for a while.
The remaining followers of Wang Hao looked stupid at the moment, all of them were pale and hard to swallow.
Wang Hao had just been promoted to Ningmai a few days ago, when they were all present and they saw it with their own eyes.
But now, Wang Hao, who is the highest in the realm of the scene, has no ability to fight back even when facing Chu Yan, even the prefecture-level martial arts are easily broken by the opponent.
At this moment, a few people present even felt a sense of collapse in front of their eyes.
When Chu Yan swept at these people, they immediately took a step back.
The disciple's disciple was even more embarrassed. His face was earthy, his knees were soft, and he knelt on the ground, his tears streaming out.
"Huh?" Chu Yan narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand.
He didn't need to say more this time. A few people present obediently surrendered the spirit stone they just received this month.
After receiving the spirit stone that the gimmick and disciple handed out, Chu Yan slapped the other side with the same slap.
This guy just dared to take a shot at himself, and this lesson is clear.
It would be normal for Chu Yan to kill them if they were not in Zongmen now.
"Where is Wang Hao?" Chu Yan took the spirit stones that had not been covered by the heat in his arms, glanced at them, and pointed at one of them, "Go and get them for me."
Whoever dared to disobey Chu Yan's orders.
The disciple walked over tremblingly, found out a storage bag from Wang Hao's arms, and delivered it to Chu Yan's hand.
Chu Yan opened it and took a breath.
Originally, he thought that Wang Hao could have a dozen or twenty spirit stones by means of extortion. Who knew that the spirit stones in this storage bag, Lan Yingying, had no less than fifty.
These fifty spirit stones, including this storage bag, are now named Chu!
Seeing that Chu Yan had all these spirit stones in his bag, the disciples suddenly showed an jealous and afraid look.
After a moment, one of them hesitated and said, "Chu, Chu Yan, those spirit stones ... not all of Wang Hao ..."
"You want to teach?" Chu Yan grabbed the person's collar and threw it out.
With a bang, the disciple dropped heavily and smashed a bed into pieces.
No matter what this disciple says, it is also a monk with a heavy conscience, but in the face of Chu Yan in the same realm, he is like a little chicken, and he ca n’t do even a little resistance. Humming straight, couldn't stand up at all.
Although these disciples have not come to grab their own spirit stones just now, as the subordinates of Wang Hao, they make trouble for tigers, Chu Yan naturally will not give them a good look.
And Chu Yan already knew that in the monk's world, if you are always good to others, you will only be treated as weak and deceitful.